When Lu Zhe got off the plane and took a taxi to the neighborhood, it was almost late at night.
The Lu family's old house is located in the once most prosperous part of Yuncheng. Halfway up the mountain, there are begonias in the West House. Now it is the end of April. Although it is not the most prosperous flowering period of the begonias, the branches can still be found with layers of light pink. On both sides are scattered colorful, faint floral fragrance floating in the quiet night.
Greeting the nanny at home in advance, Lu Zhe passed the security check smoothly, and when he walked to the door of the house, he looked up and saw the bright lights on the windows on the first floor.
Lu Zhe didn't think much about it, he just thought it was the lamp left by the nanny for him. After unlocking the lock with his fingerprints, changing his shoes at the entrance and walking inside—
He noticed the figure on the sofa in the living room.
The woman in the silk embroidered cheongsam wore a dark green shawl, and her beautiful and mature face was covered with light and delicate makeup, but there was a pitiful melancholy between her eyebrows, which easily made people unable to look away.
Lu Zhe paused for a while, and then he heard her ask gently, "Xiao Zhe is back?"
The usual smile on his face disappeared, his eyes fell lightly in front of him, he nodded, and he said, "Mom."
After calling someone, Lu Zhe was about to go upstairs, as if he didn't notice why his mother was sitting on the sofa so late.
Just stepping on the first floor, the woman on the sofa spoke up again. The too weak voice could not even cause an echo in this large and luxuriously decorated house, giving people a feeling of loneliness and loneliness.
"Your father didn't come back tonight."
Lu Zhe stopped, his palms on the armrests tightened and loosened, and he calmly answered:
"Go to bed earlier, Mom, staying up late is not good for your health."
Su Qiongpei carefully looked at his son who was standing on the stairs, who was much taller than he had imagined, and also saw the politeness and alienation in his demeanor.
After a long time, she lowered her eyes slightly and opened her lips slightly: "Xiao Zhe, you haven't asked your mother if you are happy for a long time."
Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhe's brows moved slightly, his breathing rhythm unconsciously slowed down, he took a deep breath, and repeated like a machine: "Is mom happy now?"
The woman on the sofa laughed, seemingly repeating the same exchanges and conversations with her son, that she could pretend that the rift between their mother and son did not exist.
When the smile disappeared, she said, "Not happy."
"Son, mom is not happy, you are so smart, can you give mom an idea like before?"
After finishing speaking, Su Qiongpei raised his eyes and looked at Lu Zhe with some anticipation in his eyes.
However, Lu Zhe couldn't respond to her expectation: "Sorry, Mom."
Lu Zhe turned his eyes to the side and said in a cold tone, "You have never heard my advice."
When his voice fell, Su Qiongpei eagerly stood up from the sofa, and even leaned in the direction of Lu Zhe, showing a pleasing appearance, lightened his tone, and replied softly like a coax:
"You say, I must listen, those women outside are too much, they always seduce your father, they always laugh at me behind my back, you can help my mother with some ideas-"
The person on the stairs flashed a bit of ridicule in the long and narrow black eyes, and suddenly interrupted the other party's words:
"seduce?"
He said, "What kind of stuff is Lu Chengzhen, haven't you seen it clearly?"
Su Qiongpei silently silenced.
Seeing that Lu Zhe lost his patience and wanted to go straight upstairs again, Su Qiongpei suddenly raised his voice a little bit with the courage from some unknown source:
"You still hate me, for the sake of Shen Jinyi's son, right?"
Lu Zhe was silent.
Su Qiongpei took him as the default, and couldn't help but say, "Because of him, you don't even want to help your mother anymore, do you?"
"Do not."
Lu Zhe's eyes met her, and his voice was unprecedentedly calm—
"I don't think it's useful if I don't give my mother advice."
"Once Lu Qianshuang and I were ashamed of having a biological father like Lu Chengzhen, and begged you who have had their glands removed to stop touching this quagmire. Did you listen?"
"I told you not to worry about Lu Chengzhen's family property and the status of the hostess of the Lu family, did you listen?"
"I said that Lu Chengzhen's wife, Shen Jinyi, is a lunatic. Please don't provoke her. Our family lives a quiet life. Have you heard?"
…
Hearing Lu Zhe's indifferent accusation, Su Qiongpei became more and more excited. Maybe it was because Omega was born weak, or maybe it was because she was depressed for a long time, and her face turned red when she spoke: "What can I do? I just want me to My two children are doing better, right?"
"Just because the Shen family is rich and powerful, should she, Shen Jin, beat me with a single beta? Do I deserve to live with my two children as my mistress for the rest of my life?"
"Since you look down on me so much, why are you coming back today!"
After she finished speaking, Su Qiongpei raised her hand to support the sofa, as if those words just now took all her strength for the whole day, she gasped heavily, her wrists holding the sofa were pale and slender, and the blue blood vessels under her skin made people look frightened. .
Lu Zhe stood at a higher place on the stairs, looked down at her, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
He is not qualified to comment on her, because this is his mother, Lu Zhe only feels a little powerless after a long time, this powerlessness has haunted him since he was young.
-It even made him feel that this terrible family was the original sin he was born to bear.
Lu Zhe didn't speak anymore, leaving the mother and son with the last respect. He took a few steps up the stairs, and the slippers collided with the stairs made of frosted glass.
Su Qiongpei stared at his son's back, and when Lu Zhe's figure was about to disappear at the corner of the stairs, he suddenly said:
"You didn't come back to see mom at all, did you?"
However, Lu Zhe went upstairs without looking back.
…
Early the next morning.
Lu Zhe got up at six o'clock. He didn't even bother to eat breakfast. When he went downstairs and saw the nanny in the kitchen, he raised his eyes and said, "Aunt Xiu, do you have the key to the house in the back? Help me open it later."
The forty-year-old nanny stopped putting the seasoning and looked back at him in confusion:
"Are you going to that house?"
Lu Zhe nodded.
"That house was left with a lot of sickness, and died earlier... In short, no one has been there for a long time. Mr. Lu asked someone to clean it up two days ago, and a lot of things were lost. I see those big cars coming in and out. , take away a lot of instruments and furniture, what are you doing there all of a sudden? Does your wife know about this?"
Lu Zhe's good-looking brows furrowed, and a bad premonition flashed in his heart.
He came back because of a guess, and now it seems that he made a trip for nothing.
Just when Lu Zhe was about to continue to confirm whether there was really nothing left in the back room, a voice suddenly came from a distance behind him:
"My son is up? Mom asked Aunt Xiu to cook your favorite seafood porridge. Sit down and drink a bowl first?"
The tone was soft, weak, and caring, as if the blushing and thick neck last night were all Lu Zhe's hallucinations.
Lu Zhe turned his back to Su Qiongpei and didn't move, but the nanny turned around holding a spoon and said, "Madam, Xiao Zhe said he's going to the back room to have a look. The key is right there with you."
Su Qiongpei's expression froze, "What are you doing there?"
Lu Zhe turned around slowly, his deep black eyes looked in the direction of his mother, his thin ruddy lips were pulled, and he said slowly:
"nothing."
"Suddenly wanted to take a look," he said.
"What are you looking at?" Su Qiongpei kept staring at him and asked.
Lu Zhe was a little unhappy by her covetous attitude. After a while, he said bluntly, "Look at the place where Shen Qiao lives after I left. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
"Who told you about this? Your sister?" Su Qiongpei seemed to be aroused by someone's most sensitive nerves and refused to forgive.
Lu Zhe completely lost the patience to communicate with her, turned around and wanted to get out of the room to breathe.
Seeing that he was leaving again, Su Qiongpei said quietly, "You still miss him."
"But what about him? Does he dare to be with you again?"
Lu Zhe left halfway, and suddenly turned back when he heard the second half of the sentence. The cedar-flavored pheromone was released uncontrollably, and his eyes were like the darkest night, with no light showing through.
He walked to Su Qiongpei and asked with restraint his anger:
"What do you mean by not being with me anymore?"
"What did you do to him?"
Su Qiongpei was overwhelmed by his son's pheromone, and his pupils were a little slack. Seeing that he was about to fall down on the spot, Lu Zhe controlled himself in time and raised his hand to help her.
After a while, Su Qiongpei's voice came out:
"What can I do to him?"
"Xiao Zhe, you should ask, what did Shen Jinyi do to him?"
"That woman... She's really much more ruthless than me, maybe because she's not biological, so she can get that hand, you know—"
…
DG base.
Manager Zhou watched Shen Qiao deliberately pass by the door of his office for the third time, and finally couldn't hold back, and came out to care if he had something to say.
After all, it was just a new environment. Judging from the proud personality of these Alphas, it was quite normal to suffocate when encountering a problem. Manager Zhou thought so, thinking about how he should find a topic to guide Shen Qiao.
Shen Qiao suddenly said:
"It's nothing, I just want to ask, is DG's personal leave a good idea? I think some people seem to be skipping two days of training in a row."
Manager Zhou responded to who the "someone" was referring to. He was about to explain when a smiling voice came from the entrance of the stairs at the end of the corridor:
"Miss me?"
The two looked back at the same time.
Lu Zhe approached with one hand in his pocket, there was a little bit of fatigue between his brows, but his beautiful face made him lazy, which seemed to be a different kind of style.
He stood still in front of Shen Qiao, aware of the other's tense body movements since he approached, and felt like he had been slammed into his heart, and felt like he was about to curl up in pain.
Lu Zhe no longer approached as recklessly as before, as if he hadn't noticed anything, he just looked at Shen Qiao deeply, his smile was gentle and warm, with greedy nostalgia, he took a deep breath of the long-lost mint smell, There was a slight tremor in the re-exited voice:
"I miss you."
Thinking of what Su Qiongpei said yesterday, his voice trembled unsteadily again, but he still insisted on repeating:
"Shen Qiao, I miss you very much."
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Manager Zhou: Kill the dog suddenly? ?