Mr. Lu's family's act of being a demon

Chapter 137 Lu Ming's Diary

Subconsciously walked towards the kitchen.

From the kitchen came the rustling of vest bags, whispering, and someone squatting on the ground to pack something.

One of the women put the apple she picked out in her hand into a bag, and said, "Mr. Lu said that Ms. Jing has lost her memory. Why do I think that Miss Jing has lost her memory? It's like a different person. The former Miss Jing met We just opened our mouths and cursed."

"You don't care about them. We are just part-time workers. Didn't you see that Ms. Jing is a bit stupid? A few days ago, she even took the clothes that Mr. Lu didn't want to wash! She can do it if she wants to. She doesn't need to dry clean Mr. Lu's high-end clothes. She even washed it by hand. Butler Wu told her that Mr. Lu couldn't wear it, but she didn't listen."

"It is said that Miss Jing grew up in the countryside, so she is so poor that she has never even seen a washing machine?"

As soon as Lu Ming left, she got up from the bed and studied the phone.

Just a mobile phone and something she doesn't know?
In the next few days, Jing Yiren hardly saw Lu Ming's shadow again.

Every day when she woke up, Lu Ming had already gone to work, and Uncle Wu would accompany her to the dance class in the afternoon.

But Lu Ming came back in the middle of the night, and Jing Yiren had already been lying down when he came back.

In just a few days, Jing Yiren not only figured out the functions of the mobile phone by himself, but also learned to surf the Internet.I also set up some chat tools such as WeChat and QQ for myself.

During the day, she just went to play with her mobile phone and didn't think about anything, but at night, Jing Yiren would think about Lu Ming's loss of clothes that day, which made her sleepless.

This day, Lu Ming didn't return all night, and it was almost dawn when he came back.

He drank some wine with a client last night. Although he was not drunk, he just wanted to be alone, and this stay was all night.

It was almost dawn when he came back to his senses.

Back home Lu Ming was the same as the previous few days. He entered the room and dropped his coat. He went straight back to the study, opened the lamp on the desk, opened the sofa chair and sat down lazily, and opened the drawer.

He took out a thick notebook from inside, and opened the page held by the red string.

Then he took out a fountain pen from the pen container, leaned over and rustled his notes on the notebook.

The pale light hit his beautiful face, and his strong arms covered the desk, writing seriously and carefully:

On November 5, it was cloudy.

As usual, I went to the company to check a series of documents, sign, meet, meet customers, and have dinner, but I have been unable to concentrate on my work.

The phone rang 12 times today, but every time I took it out I was inexplicably disappointed, as if I was waiting for something... What am I looking forward to?
Quietly thinking all night...

At this point, the pen in Lu Ming's hand suddenly ran out of water, and he couldn't write.

Subconsciously flicked the pen, drew two strokes and still couldn't write.Pale, restless sunken marks printed on the notebook...  

Press down on the pen cap, put the closed pen into the trash can, and when I reached for the pen in the pen holder, I found that there was no pen.

"..." Only then did Lu Ming realize that the three pens in the pen holder had been written by him in the past few days.

He closed the notebook and put it in the drawer, stood up and opened the door and walked downstairs.

Lu Ming was wearing cotton slippers, and the sound of going downstairs was extremely soft.

Lu Ming went to the bar and poured himself a glass of water. When he turned to go upstairs, he saw that the light in the kitchen was still on, and someone was talking vaguely.

(End of this chapter)