Your heart is slightly languid

Chapter 31
Three years later, Paris, France.

In a quiet cafe, Weilan sat in the corner, using a pad to receive emails. The private mailbox seemed deserted, only Ye Ruo sent emails over the past two years, most of which were about him.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, there was no news, Wei Lan swiped the screen with her hand, and clicked on the inbox. The earliest email was displayed in January of the year before last.

From 子如ziruoruo:

"After you left the wedding scene, he also drove after you. There was a car accident on the road and he was seriously injured."

Her eyes were fixed on the two words above, and after almost a thousand days and nights, they still made her heart ache.

Then click to the next one:
"I heard that a certain overseas investment he was in charge of lost more than one billion yuan. The day before yesterday, he held a press conference and announced his resignation as the president of the Lu Corporation. By the way, his aunt Lu Baozhu will take over."

The more Wei Lan looked at it, the heavier her heart became, and her vision gradually blurred, but she couldn't help but click on the next email:
"He went abroad to recuperate. I heard that it was a very serious illness. I don't know what it is."

Tears fell into the coffee cup with a "plop", and were instantly swallowed by the black liquid.

Is it very heavy?
The next email took a little longer, and it took almost another year before she got news about him from Ye Ziruo again.

"I heard that he is now in the UK, helping a friend manage the company. PS: He goes to the hospital once a month."

This is the latest email in the mailbox, it was sent in December last year, more than half a year has passed.

Wei Lan took a sip of coffee, the bitter taste calmed her down a bit, and after waiting for another half an hour, Ye Ziruo's email finally arrived, and she couldn't wait to open it:

"I heard that he settled in Paris half a month ago."

Paris.

Weilan looked around blankly, and her eyes fell on the list written in French, and she suddenly realized that she was in France at the moment, in Paris!
Her fingers trembled a little, so she typed a lot of typos, deleted and typed again, and then reluctantly replied to Ye Ziruo's email.

Unexpectedly, there seems to be a tacit understanding with her there. Just after the email was sent, a new one came in. Wei Lan clicked on it and saw a series of very detailed addresses.

It's nice that he's in the same city as her.

Even if an oriental woman with such an outstanding appearance sits in a corner, it is difficult to avoid those passionate and romantic men approaching her. Wei Lan is already familiar with this kind of thing. Ring, they can successfully retreat.

But sometimes you will encounter particularly difficult ones, such as the one in front of you, who sits facelessly across from her, chatting a lot, and you can smell the strong smell of curry onions in his mouth across the table.

Faced with this situation, Weilan usually has only one solution, which is to hide if he can't be provoked, but this bearded man is obviously too thick-skinned. If she turns to the left, his tall body will turn to the left, and if she turns to the right, he will also turn to the left. Right, she glared at him, as if she was mistaken for winking again...

However, Weilan didn't know French at all, and there was no acquaintance nearby. When she was at a loss, luckily a man came to rescue her. She didn't know what to say, but the Frenchman walked away with an embarrassing face.

Weilan expressed her thanks in English.

The man in the black suit smiled, "Chinese?"

Hearing the familiar language, Weilan's heart seemed to settle in an instant, and after saying thank you again, she hurriedly left the cafe with her things.

And the person who just rescued her went to another corner, bowed respectfully to a man sitting there, "Mr. Zhao, it's settled."

"En." The man just responded lightly, looking at the slender white figure with his slender peach eyes, seeing that it was getting farther and farther away, he finally looked away, picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.

It's cold, it's cold in my heart.A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Xining's mouth.

She still hasn't forgiven him.

He still clearly remembers the scene at that time: she almost yelled at herself out of control, "You knew he was in a car accident at that time, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you stop?"

Because I love you.

If he had been more ruthless and told her that he didn't know about all the misfortunes, maybe the situation wouldn't be so bad, but he knew too well that if he lied, he would lose her forever.

Even the little friendship in childhood will become insignificant.

Would rather be hated than lose.

Zhao Xining finally realized how crazy a woman can become for love. Weilan only found out about Lu Yuzhi's serious injury in a car accident a month after the wedding. "Let's relax."

He is too aware of Weilan's weakness, she won't mind anything, but her biological mother is her last bottom line.

Everything is fate.

But for such a long time, why couldn't he see that this kind girl's heart was slowly softening?On the surface, she doesn't seem to care at all, but whenever there is news about him, she will become extremely sensitive. Maybe time can really dilute hatred?Or maybe... because that man is Lu Yuzhi.

A man who taught her to taste love and hurt her completely.No, she was the only one who fell from such a high cloud?

At present, the Lu Group is already in that woman's pocket, but he lacks interest in it.

Zhao Xining drank the last sip of cool black coffee, and said to the assistant standing next to him, "Help me book a plane ticket back home, preferably tonight."

If you don't go back, the manager will kill you soon.

Weilan used the translation software to take a taxi back to the hotel where she was staying. She washed her face first to calm down her high-pitched emotions. She took another deep breath and dialed the phone number of her manager, Jason.

After a ringing, the other side connected, "Ye, you finally figured it out? Isn't it a man? You should come out after so long. Men are not important, the important thing is to make money! Let me see, recently there is a new Received a lot of tasks..."

As a manager, he really broke his heart. In the past two years, he has even added a lot of gray hair, and he is always called uncle when he goes out to clubs. I really miss the former glory...

Weilan's voice was light, "Do you have a good friend in Paris? I want to rent a house, can I ask him for help?"

"Why are you renting a house?" Jason was puzzled, didn't he call him to discuss work?
"I hear he's settled down in Paris, and I think..."

"Ye," Jason seldom put aside his usual laughter, and said earnestly, "You have changed. You were definitely not such a sloppy person before."

Most of the time, he couldn't understand the little girl's thinking, he would cut it off, cut it off, and reconnect it if he didn't want to cut it off, but on the one hand, she paid attention to other people's news, on the other hand, she hesitated...

Even he, an outsider, became impatient. The important thing is that she has been "passive and sabotage" for the past two years. You know, young people are most taboo to sit and eat!
Weilan was silent for a long time before speaking, "He's different, I just want to see him..."

For such a reason, even she couldn't convince herself.

Jason could only say, "Then let me help you contact my friend."

"Thank you."

Wei Lan retracted herself into the sofa, the wind blowing in, the wind chimes hanging on the window tinkled, she was immersed in that cold world.

I often have this kind of dream at night: a car fell from a high place, the man crawled out of the car covered in blood, his eyes looked at her coldly, but he didn't say a word, he was too tired , Excessive blood loss made him unable to speak a word...

Often at this time, Weilan would wake up with a start. She couldn't remember the scene clearly, but only vaguely remembered a large expanse of red, which was red that would flow, and those calm eyes and slightly parted lips. , did he want to say something to her?
hate her?
After all, if he hadn't chased her out at that time, he wouldn't have...

Weilan covered her eyes to prevent the warm liquid from flowing down.In the past two years, she seems to have become more and more prone to crying, and she sheds tears at every turn. She doesn't like herself like this.

With the help of Jason's friend, Wei Lan finally rented a flat next door to Lu Yuzhi.He lived in a high-end residential area, and the rent was ridiculously expensive. She rented it for a year in a row, and Jason felt like cutting his heart when he paid the money, but right now she didn't care about it at all.

Weilan has very few things, only a small suitcase, signed the contract in the morning, and checked in in the afternoon.

Wei Lan pushed open the French windows and walked out of the balcony, probably in a better mood, the breeze blowing in her face felt refreshing, and she couldn't help laughing when she saw the balcony of his house diagonally opposite.

Finally, at the place closest to him.

The landlord is very kind and has all the furniture. The only thing that worries Weilan is dinner. Fortunately, there is a convenience store downstairs, so she took the key and went out.

She couldn't get used to the food here, so she wandered around and only bought a bag of bread and a few cartons of milk. When she returned to the apartment building, just as the elevator door slowly closed, she ran in immediately.

There were not many people in the elevator, and the light on the button on the 25th floor was on. Weilan was standing aside with her paper bag in her arms, her eyes habitually hanging down to the ground.

A man's voice came from behind, "Mr. Lu, the next acquisition plan..."

"Suppress first." Another deep voice.

Weilan's heartbeat suddenly started to speed up. She raised her head and looked at the man standing behind her through the shiny wall. He was wearing a neat black suit, and the top two buttons of his white shirt were habitually undone, revealing a graceful curve. her collarbone, her gaze went up, her chin was as cold and hard as a knife, and those two thin lips were also slightly pursed...

I don't know if it's because of the reflection of the mirror, but Weilan always feels that those two dark eyes are full of coldness.

This is the first meeting between the two of them in three years, Weilan's heart is more tense than ever, the paper bag in her arms is crumpled into a bad shape, she is extremely nervous, what should she say in the first sentence?What will he say?
Nothing at all.

The elevator reached the 25th floor with a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened slowly, Weilan turned sideways subconsciously, the man walked past her slowly, without even looking at her—as if he didn't know her at all of.

It turned out that he didn't even want to look at her anymore?
Wei Lan stood there dumbfounded.

Isn't it enough to know that he is fine now?But why is she so sad, so sad?
Seeing the people walking beside him stop suddenly, Zhou Ming asked suspiciously, "Mr. Lu, what's the matter?"

Lu Yuzhi's lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he just said, "It's okay, just help me in."

The familiar orchid scent in the elevator was just his illusion, right?
After three years of dark days, I thought my sense of smell had become very sensitive, but I didn't expect that it would mislead him, so Lu Yuzhi smiled wryly.

It's too late for her to hide from him and hate him, so how could she appear here?

Zhou Ming helped him sit down on the sofa, poured a glass of water and put it on the table, "Mr. Lu, the masseuse will be here in half an hour."

In the rainy season in Paris, the drizzle always made his old injured knee hurt repeatedly, and the pain was even worse recently. Lu Yuzhi nodded lightly, "Go back first."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lu."

When Zhou Ming walked to the door, he couldn't help but look back again. The person sitting on the sofa was slowly touching the cup on the table, bringing it to his lips, and drinking hot water in small sips. His face was full of indifference.

He sighed lowly, God is too unfair, how could such an outstanding person be blind?
Weilan followed the elevator to the top floor. Several elderly people came in talking and laughing. The button on the first floor was pressed. A kind old lady burst into tears when she saw Weilan crying, and quickly took a tissue from her bag and handed it to her. she.

Weilan took it blankly, and said reflexively, "Thank you." I don't know if the old lady understood, but her eyes began to blur again.

A white-haired old gentleman, who seemed to be the old lady's husband, came over with a cane, patted the red-eyed little Oriental girl on the back, and said kindly, "God bless you."

Weilan stopped sobbing and said thank you in English in a low voice.

When she came out of the elevator, Weilan happened to see a young woman carrying a suitcase into the next room, through the crack of the door she saw the familiar tall figure, he was talking to the woman with a smile on his face. With a faint smile.

The door was closed, and she could no longer see the slightest bit of his world.

The wind mixed with the smell of the ocean blew from the end of the corridor, and the skirts fluttered slightly. She stood there, staring blankly at the door. She didn't know how long she stood there, but felt her legs faintly numb Yes, but the woman hasn't come out yet.

What are they doing in there?
This thought popped up in my mind somehow.

But... what does that have to do with her?They are no longer a relationship that can care about these things.

As soon as she turned around, Weilan suddenly heard that the door seemed to be moving. She widened her eyes, and she saw that the doorknob was slightly twisted. Her heart was beating very fast. He saw himself foolishly waiting outside the door, and entered his room in a flash.

It only takes a few seconds to open and lock the door.

Wei Lan leaned her back against the door, panting slowly.

"Mr. Lu, your eyesight is inconvenient, just send it here." The masseuse stood at the door and looked outside the corridor of Piaoyu, "I heard that this year's rainy season is very long, and your knees have old injuries, it's best not to hurt your knees." If you catch a cold, if you need anything, call me anytime."

"It's troublesome." Lu Yuzhi smiled, but his tone was slightly distant.

"You are welcome! See you."

Lu Yuzhi closed the door and entered the room, touched the water glass on the table, picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of hot water, he poured it in a hurry, the water overflowed from the glass, and flowed a large piece along the table, He didn't react until he heard the sound of water dripping on the floor, and cursed in a low voice.

Even though his lips were dry and his tongue was dry, he was not in the mood to take a sip of water at the moment.

The sound of "tick tick tick" was inexplicably ironic in his ears, and he became more and more irritable when he heard it, his brows were tightly furrowed.

With a "bang dang", he threw the kettle out with one hand, and he didn't know what hit it. After a crisp cracking sound, the whole room finally fell silent, and not even a little sound could be heard.

There was no light, no sound... the room was full of solitude, like the tentacles of the devil, entangled him tightly.

After a long time, there was a soft sigh.

Lu Yuzhi took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, "Assistant Zhou, help me contact the driver, I'm going out for a while."

Without waiting for any response from the other side, he hung up directly, groped to get up from the floor, and prepared to change clothes.

Zhou Ming hurriedly arrived, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw that the living room was in a mess, the pieces of crystal decorations on the cabinet were scattered all over the floor, and the sunken kettle next to it was still bubbling water... He froze on the spot , It took a while to come back to God.

After wrapping up the pieces and throwing them into the trash can, Zhou Ming just wanted to go into the bedroom to check the situation, when his hand touched the doorknob, the door opened.

"Mr. Lu."

Lu Yuzhi changed his clothes and came out, and frowned when he heard the voice, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Ming glanced at the bedroom. Except for the messy clothes on the bed, everything else seemed to be normal. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Having been with this person for more than two years, Zhou Ming has probably figured out his temper. He is not a person who is too emotional. He gritted his teeth and survived even the most difficult times. became more and more irritable.

"Is the driver here?"

"It's here, it's downstairs."

"You don't have to come here, I have some personal matters to deal with."

When Zhou Ming heard the word "private matter", his eyelids twitched suddenly, and he walked up to him with a worried expression on his face, "The doctor said that your current condition is not suitable for drinking, is it..."

There was a hint of a smile on the man's lips, but his calm eyes were chilling, "I remember you are just my assistant."

Zhou Ming heard what he meant, so he stopped talking and walked out after him silently.

(End of this chapter)