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

Chapter 17

It's better to finish the work quickly and return to Haicheng. If I can't see my old friend, I won't think so much.

In the kitchen of the villa on the outskirts of Beijing, Lu Bandit carefully cleaned up the glutinous rice noodles scattered on the floor.

Pastry models of various shapes look even more delicate and lovely in his hands.

He has a very cold appearance, which is incompatible with this kitchen, but his movements are surprisingly skillful, as if he has practiced it many times.

There were several ready-made pastries next to them, which were actually the same as the box of pastries Ji Wei was eating at this moment.

The difference is that the pastries in the rosewood box are nice-looking and plump, but every one here has more or less flaws.

He picked the best ones, carefully packed them in boxes, and gave them to the people he wanted to give them to.

The rest is of no use.

The last time I came here was a year ago. Except for the aunt who came to clean it regularly, this house had not been lived in for a long time and was clean without any trace of life.

The begonias raised by Ye Zhaozhao are growing very well, and the tiny flower buds are faintly visible.

Lu Bandit looked at this house over and over again. Over the past three years, many things and people had changed. Only this house seemed to be forgotten in his memories.
It still retains the same appearance as when Ye Zhaozhao lived here, without any change.

The only change is that Ye Zhaozhao is no longer there.

He doesn't often go back to his villa on the outskirts of Beijing. There are very few things about him here, and most of them belong to Ye Zhaozhao.

Some professional books from the university, digital oil paintings neatly placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, unfinished puzzles, begonias and mints on the windowsill, and the Daoxiang Village pastry box carefully collected in the corner...

He used to think that Ye Zhaozhao was monotonous, even though she was so lively and colorful.

Lu Bandit stretched out his hand to smooth the crooked digital oil painting, and felt a different touch with his fingers.

He turned it over to see clearly the back of the digital oil painting, his pupils shrank, and a premonition came to his mind. He raised his hand and turned over all the other digital oil paintings.

There are cracks in the cold and indifferent expression——Behind every digital oil painting is "him"

Those who get off the car, those who read documents, and those who drink tea are mostly seen from behind.

What he left most to Ye Zhaozhao was his back.

It turned out that every time he turned around impatiently and left, she would watch silently, but he never noticed.

why?
His mind was like a mess, and he couldn't think of a clue.

Ye Zhaozhao likes him?

But didn’t she always have someone she liked?

Lu Bandit saw it with his own eyes. Ye Zhaozhao stayed in the dormitory when she was in college and lived in the Lu family's old house during holidays. One time she forgot to bring her professional books.

Forced by Mr. Lu's power, the Lu bandits had no choice but to deliver it.

The Chinese Department was still walking inside, passing by a loquat tree with lush branches and leaves. The tall and cheerful boy under the loquat tree was holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand, and the girl opposite him, Lu Bao, was very familiar.

He stood there and looked coldly at the young boys and girls under the tree. The boy was handsome and tall, and the girl was bright and beautiful. They were a perfect match.

The boy's face was very red, with clear love. He didn't know what he said, but the bandit Lu only saw him handing the rose to Ye Zhaozhao,
Ye Zhaozhao's back was turned to him, and Lu Bandit couldn't see her expression. He only saw the boy's sudden surprise, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Lu Bandit stared coldly for a while, then suddenly turned and left.

When I was about to walk out of the school gate, I realized that I still had a professional book in my hand. I put it directly in the principal's office and didn't ask any more questions.

He always felt strange that since Ye Zhaozhao already had someone he liked, why did he still insist on marrying him?
Now, he finally knew, but suddenly felt even sadder.

Waves of pain in his chest made him almost uncontrollable and he bent over, staring at the digital oil paintings depicting him.

The Lu bandit even thought that Ye Zhaozhao was doing it because of his family background, and never thought that Ye Zhaozhao liked him.He had never discovered such a passionate love...

He could hardly help but chuckle in a low voice, his smile full of sadness,

How could Ye Zhaozhao not hate him?She was trapped under the so-called glory of "Mrs. Lu" and could not do what she liked. She had to suppress herself all the time and endure his indifference and alienation.

After three years of being indifferent and perfunctory, she hated Lu Bandit for marrying her but not loving her, hated Lu Bandit for pretending to be someone else from the beginning to the end, hated Lu Bandit for letting her see the spring flowers and the dawn, and then leaving her alone in the dark and cold place. Snowy night.

His pride and arrogance made Ye Zhaozhao never dare to get close to him, and even now, he wants to taste the consequences.

When the land bandits arrived, Song Yang just got up and went to open the door with a stinky face on his head: "We are a rare visitor."

I don't know when Song Yang always spoke to him in such a weird way.

Lu Bandit frowned and didn't answer.

Song Yang took a piece of bread by himself and ate it while sitting on the sofa. He did not forget to sarcastically say: "President Lu came to me just to wake me up?"

He was a genius at being able to sleep until the afternoon of the next day. The bandit Lu knew that it might be a side effect of the medicine.

The land bandit said nothing.

Song Yang finished the bread in three naps and said "tsk" impatiently.
What he hates the most is that Lu Bandit has such a dead face. No matter how you say something about him or try to push him away, they just don't seem to hear you and don't even give you a look.

Looking aloof and aloof all day long, Xian'er is so outrageous that he wants to waste other people's favor.
When someone didn't like him anymore and left him, he began to regret it again and pretended to be more affectionate to others.

"Are you okay?" He said, "I'm not Zheng Yuan. I don't have time to guess your thoughts here, and I don't have time to panic. If you're okay, I'll go back to sleep."

The bandit realized that he was about to get mad and run away, so he raised his head and glanced at him.

"When did you see her?" Lu Bandit asked.

"You don't believe it?" Song Yang smiled but didn't smile.
Haha, he told the bandit immediately at the beginning, but they thought he was crazy.There is no letter at all.

"...I saw her."

"You're wrong." Song Yang didn't pause at all.

The bandit automatically ignored: "She refuses to go home with me." He frowned: "Pretend not to recognize me."

"…………"

Song Yang's head started to hurt again, and he gritted his teeth: "Are you sick?"

"I told you that you admitted your mistake. Your belated affection has nowhere to go, right?"

"No." Lu Bandit lowered his eyes: "She is Ye Zhaozhao."

My Ye Zhaozhao.

Song Yang took a deep breath and said, "So?"

so?
Lu Bandit was silent for a while: "...the young lady of the Ji family likes you very much."

"…………"

Song Yang paused for a moment and sneered: "You don't think I approached her on purpose, do you?"

"Although my character is not noble, it is not that bad either."Song Yang stared at him and said bluntly: "I like Ye Zhaozhao, but I will not get close to her by getting close to her friends."

He just... suddenly wanted to go to the bookstore next to Jingcheng University.

Song Yang liked Ye Zhaozhao, and the bandits knew three years ago that Song Yang's emotional management was not very good.

(End of this chapter)