Flirting!After the substitute disappeared, Mr. Lu went crazy

Lu Bandit didn't speak, but looked at not far away with unfocused eyes. It wasn't until Zheng Yuan thought he wouldn't answer that Lu Bandit slowly spoke: "Zheng Yuan."

"Hey." Zheng Yuan responded quickly: "What's the matter, Brother Lu?"

"I used to treat her......", Lu Bandit paused: "Is it really too much?"

"Ah... this..." Zheng Yuan scratched his head, and seeing the man's dull drinking expression, he said tactfully: "A little bit."

"However, the situation was different at that time. Who could have imagined what would happen next." Zheng Yuandao.

Yes, who would have thought that Lu Bandit, who had always been cold-hearted and cold-hearted, would really fall in love with a woman and get out of control.

Even when he broke up with Bai Wei, Lu Bandit was not as distracted as he is now.

Lu Bandit took a slow sip of wine: "It seems like it's really too much..."

Indifferent, treated indifferently, turning a blind eye to the girl's careful attempts to please.

Therefore, everything he was experiencing today was just a re-experience of what the girl had experienced.

What's so unbearable?

Zheng Yuan wanted to say something to comfort the man, but the man suddenly chuckled: "It doesn't matter, I don't have a good impression on Zhao Zhao anyway, there's nothing wrong with being a bad guy again."

His voice was very soft, but it made people feel inexplicably sad.

He obviously wanted to pursue her, he had always thought so, but... he couldn't seem to catch her.

Then just keep being a bad guy.

…………

The Lu bandits went to find Song Yang.

He sat in Song Yang's apartment for a long time. A reality show was playing on the LCD TV in the living room. Lu Bandit lit a cigarette but did not smoke, letting the ashes fall.

In the afternoon, Song Yang came out of the bedroom with a stinky face and a chicken coop on his head.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Song Yang irritably took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator and drank half of it. The mineral water bottle was placed heavily on the table: "Master Lu, why don't you come to my place to watch TV?"

Lu Bandit's eyes finally moved from the LCD TV to Song Yang. He looked at Song Yang with no emotion in his eyes: "Your psychiatrist, give me a recommendation."

Song Yang: "………………"

Gee.

He raised his eyebrows: "What, you finally realized that you are also sick?"

Song Yang was gloating, but Lu Bandit just frowned: "I'm not sure yet."

It’s just that the few times I’ve seen girls recently, I vaguely feel that sometimes I can’t control myself, and there’s a voice in my heart that screams, “Lock her up.”

Lock up.Just lock it up.

Let everything go back to three years ago. Whenever he returned to his villa in the suburbs of Beijing, he could see the girl.

The girl will only have him in her eyes, and no one can interfere with him and the girl.

Song Yang seemed not to have expected such a situation, and stopped talking. He took out his phone and clicked a few times: "I'll give it to you. Get treatment soon and you'll be fine."

The land bandit glanced at him upon hearing this.

Song Yang has been undergoing treatment for several years, but he hasn't gotten much better.

Song Yang: "..." He shouldn't have that little sympathy.

"Believe it or not." Song Yang leaned back on the sofa.He said expressionlessly.

Lu Bandit stared at the psychiatrist's WeChat business card for a while: "Thank you."

"Okay." Song Yang said impatiently: "Don't say thank you to me, I'm not used to it."

He is not that fool like Zheng Yuan.

Song Yang glanced at him: "Are you going to eat?"

He took sleeping pills and slept until the afternoon. He had just drank a glass of ice water. Now that he had calmed down, he realized that he was suffering from stomachache due to hunger.

.........

Mr. Ji is gone.Late at night, silently, I walked away with a smile.

The funeral was very simple. According to what the old man said before his death, he and Grandma Ji were buried together.

Ji Wei's eyelids were red and swollen from crying, and the Ji family was cast into a dark cloud.

On the day of the burial, there was a rare light snowfall in Haicheng. The snow was very fine and intermittent. When it fell on the ground, it quickly turned into water and could not be retained at all.

Ji Cheng became even more silent. The tall man stood silently in front of the tombstone for a long time. The kind old man in the black and white photo was smiling and silently comforting.

Fine snow fell on the shoulders of the man's black suit and quickly disappeared without any trace.

There was a faint sound of footsteps stepping on dead leaves behind me, and the snowflakes were isolated from the black umbrella.

Ye Zhaozhao stood silently beside the man, and the black umbrella moved towards the man quietly.

"It's snowing." Jicheng said. He didn't speak for a long time and his voice was hoarse.

Ye Zhaozhao reached out and picked up a snowflake: "Well, this is the first time I've seen snow in Haicheng."

It’s rainy in Haicheng.

"The second time." Ji Cheng suddenly said.

The first time was the year when the girl was brought back to the Ji family from the capital by Ji Wei.

Ye Zhaozhao was in a coma at the time and was unconscious when he woke up later. She didn't remember it, but Ji Cheng remembered it clearly.

It snows twice, once to gain and once to lose.

What is gained cannot be grasped, but what is lost is completely lost.

"I heard from Xiaowei, are you going back tomorrow?" In the car, Ji Cheng took the towel handed over by the girl.

The heating in the car was turned on enough, and the wet limbs and bones were all warmed up. Ji Cheng lowered his eyes and wiped his black hair soaked in snow, not seeing the flash of complexity on the girl's face.

"What's wrong?" Ji Cheng looked up when he didn't hear the girl speak.

Ye Zhaozhao smiled: "Yes, I will go back tomorrow."

She lowered her head to avoid the man's gaze: "I originally planned to go back in a few days. The work there is so urgent that I can't hold it off any longer. Here too————"

Ji Cheng frowned and interrupted her: "Zhaozhao, you can't lie."

Maybe the girl herself didn't realize it. Every time she lied, she would explain a lot unconsciously, as if she was trying to convince others as well as herself.

"Is it so obvious..." Ye Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Dr. Ji, you don't have a minor in psychology, do you?"

She felt that the reason she was looking for was quite normal.

There was still one day left before the appointment with Lu Bandit. Early in the morning, Lu Bandit sent a WeChat message to "remind" her.

"..." Ji Cheng looked at her silently for a long while: "For him?"

Ye Zhaozhao was stunned. Ji Cheng was right. She nodded: "Yes."

"……………………"

Ji Cheng stopped talking. The atmosphere in the car was very quiet, almost suffocating.

Sure enough.

Ji Cheng folded the towels neatly, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

For some reason, Ye Zhaozhao could see some anger on his expressionless face.

"Dr. Ji?", she asked tentatively: "Are you angry with me?"

Ji Cheng paused and pursed his lips: "No."

The tone was so cold and he said no.

Ye Zhaozhao was a little at a loss: "I'm sorry..."

Although she didn't know what she said wrong, she still apologized subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)