The girl's clear and clean eyes looked at the mother and daughter with a sense of understanding and relief.
Before the mother and daughter could react, the plain hand on the shoulder had already left.
Lu Mian picked up her schoolbag again, lifted her legs up the stairs, and smiled as she walked, "The acting skills are pretty good, but the script isn't that great."
Lu Xinnuan and Fu Man were both embarrassed.
Lu Mian always spoke like this. Like a thorn piercing into the heart neither light nor heavy, it can't be pulled out or pressed down, and it grinds people every second.
The high-sounding fig leaf was torn off by her lightly, and the rest was Chi Guoguo's conspiracy and calculations.
Lu Mian ignored it and went upstairs directly.
She unzipped the chain of her schoolbag, glanced at the dark room, and threw the hairpin gift box and a few books into the bag.
Looking at it again, it seems that there is nothing else to take away.
She staggered downstairs.
Fu Man, Lu Xinnuan and Lu Zhizhai were still in the living room, talking silently and awkwardly.
Seeing her come down again, Fu Man's heart skipped a beat, "What are you doing?"
Lu Mian passed by her, her voice indifferent: "Just pretend that I haven't come back." After all, I can't wait for their welcome home, so it's better to cut it off with a knife, simply and neatly. Those who stared at her probably couldn't find anything wrong with her.
"You want to go?" Fu Man's voice was a little flustered, but Lu Mian had already left the door first, and her back was absolutely indifferent.
She took two steps forward, "Mianmian—"
"Mom!" Lu Xinnuan called out eagerly, and wrapped her arms around her, "Be careful where you step!"
At this moment, Lu Mian has gone far away, and even his shadow is gone.
"This heartless child, she wants to piss me off!" Fu Man was annoyed and sad.
Lu Xinnuan shook her head helplessly, "Mom, don't be sad. Maybe my sister will be back in two days..."
That's what she said, but she looked at the direction where Lu Mian disappeared, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Their Lu family will never be stained again.
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Lu Mian walked out of the Lu family's house with a calm expression on her face. When she raised her eyes, she saw a black car parked at the door—the one that brought her back.
She took two steps forward and knocked on the window.
The window of the car slowly fell down, and that extremely elegant and handsome face slowly appeared.
The deep black eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses looked at Lu Mian with a smile.
"You haven't left yet?"
"I guess you might come out." Xiao Qimo said elegantly, then got off the driver's seat, took Lu Mian's backpack in a gentlemanly and natural way, and opened the passenger door for her.
"Get in the car and take you home." He said.
Lu Mian froze for a moment, and held on to the car door without moving.
I repeated the word "home" in my heart, feeling a little lost.
Where does she have a home...
Xiao Qimo saw her standing quietly in the night wind, with a thin figure and standing alone, which was inexplicably distressing.
He suddenly remembered what Ye Jinwen said: how unscrupulous a person is, how hurt his heart is.
After all, Lu Mian is just a nineteen-year-old girl.
Many people are still the little princesses and princes in the hands of their parents, waiting to be fed and never weaned, but she is self-reliant and blossoms alone with her tenacious vitality.
He also understood why the other four victims who came back from the 726 kidnapping case all died later.
That's because, if you were abandoned by your relatives before, even if you come back, you won't get love.
It would be better to erase personal information and start over with a new identity.
Xiao Qimo collected his thoughts, stretched out his hand in the evening breeze, and rubbed her soft hair, his movements were gentle and gentlemanly, completely involuntary.
"Let's go." He quickly withdrew his palm.
Lu Mian gave him a cold sideways glance, and said nothing until the end, and got into the car with a "hmm".
The car returned the same way.
Xiao Qimo slowly turned the steering wheel, and said: "Mysterious man No. 13...he is really nice."