Dirty Games

"Who is it?" He asked indifferently.

"A lady, Shirley Ma, said it was your friend."

Lu Haoyang snorted.

I didn't expect it would be Ma Xueting.

She is really magical. Even if he is here, she can know and find him.

"I don't want to see anyone." He said coldly and without hesitation.

But Ma Xueting does not intend to leave.

She flew all the way from China to France in order to take advantage of this rare opportunity to save his heart. She would not die without seeing him.

"Haoyang, I'm outside. I'll be waiting for you all the time. If you don't let me in, I won't leave."

In this way, she stood at the door all day.

In the evening, there was a heavy rain. Seeing that she still didn't leave, Lu Haoyang was helpless and annoyed, so he had to ask the housekeeper to bring her in.

"When the rain stops, you go. I just want to be alone." He said coldly and mercilessly.

There was a wave of frustration in her heart.

"Haoyang, I came here all the way to accompany you. I know you're in a bad mood, but don't be alone. Just say it out and let me share it with you, OK

Her voice was low, soft and affectionate.

She hoped to warm him with her enthusiasm and take his heart back.

But this is not what Lu Haoyang needs. He just wants to be quiet.

"If you want to continue to be friends, don't bother me."

He was in a bad mood, and his tone of voice became quite cold and hard without any temperature.

Ma Xueting sobbed, pear flowers with rain, chuchuchu pitiful.

"Haoyang, why did you become like this? You were not like this before. Didn't you say that we can be good friends even if we can't be husband and wife? Then why do you still ignore me

Lu Haoyang took a gloomy look at her, did not put a word, turned upstairs, seems to say a word with her, will feel bored.

The housekeeper came in from outside.

"Hello, Miss Ma." He said in French.

"Hello, is Mr. Lu having a bad time these days?" Ma Xueting asked.

"Not so good. I'm so drunk every day. I'm really worried that it will hurt his stomach." The housekeeper said anxiously.

A muscle on Ma Xueting's face twitched.

Jing Xiaomeng is just an ordinary woman. Is it worth hurting herself for her sake?

His favorite person should be her, but after six years, was she replaced by a damned soil sparrow?

"I'll go up and see him." She was about to go upstairs and was stopped by the housekeeper.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ma. Mr. Lu asked me to come here to see you out after the rain stops. You must not disturb him, or he will be very angry."

Ma Xueting's mouth as if stung, slanted to one side.

"I won't leave. He is like this now. How can I leave at ease? I will take care of him."

"Why don't you come with me to the vineyard and have a cup of coffee. He's just sobered up, and naturally he's in a bad mood. After a while, his mood will get better. It's not too late for you to go back. " The housekeeper comforted.

Ma Xueting has no way but to nod.

In any case, she will try to stay here and will not leave.

In the study.

Lu Haoyang stood in front of the window, watching the rain pattering outside, with a cold arc of irony hanging in the corner of his mouth.

Some people can't stay even if they want to stay, while others can't drive them away even if they want to.

It's raining all the time. It doesn't seem to stop.

The rain was beating on the window, a little annoying noise.

Lu Haoyang's look is very cold, there is no trace of temperature, the rain hit his face, seems to be frozen.

At dinner time, Ma Xueting came again.

He frowned. "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I came as soon as I got off the plane. I haven't reserved a hotel yet. It's raining all the time. I can't go to the city. Can I stay for one night?"

She sneezed and hugged her arm, looking cold.

Her eyes were full of begging, as if he did not agree, and she would wander the streets and freeze to death outside.

Considering her physical problems, Lu Haoyang can only agree.

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of her mouth.

In any case, she can't come in vain. She has to do something.

Lu Haoyang asked the housekeeper to add a tableware.

"Haoyang, do you remember the first time you brought me to France was the Cannes Film Festival, when the lavender in Provence was opened. If you look around, there are gorgeous purple everywhere, so beautiful."

She took a sip of mushroom soup, full of nostalgia.She thought their love could last forever, but she didn't expect it would disappear in only six years.

Lu Haoyang's peach blossom eyes, eyes color gradually deepened, a little frustration from his face quietly drift.

Stupid Meng said that she liked Provence, so he bought a vineyard here and planned to take her on holiday next month to surprise her.

I didn't expect that she would give him a bolt from the blue first.

"How do you know I'm here?" He asked in a casual tone.

"I learned from a friend that you had bought a vineyard here, so I came to try my luck." She explained understatement.

His thin lips opened a sneering cold arc, "you and Du Ruoling are more and more like."

Ma Xueting trembled, as if by a stick.

He even compared her with Du Ruoling.

Du Ruoling is a woman he is bored with. She is his favorite woman. How could it be the same?

"Haoyang, I care about you, just run over recklessly. How can you classify me and Du Ruoling together?"

"What I need is care. What I don't need is worry. Do you understand?" His face is expressionless, a word a word said coldly.

Ma Xueting was beaten to pieces, but she knew that he was in a bad mood and would say these hurtful words. He didn't mean to.

"It doesn't matter, Haoyang. I'd like to be your outlet. You can vent your anger on me, but don't drink any more. Drinking too much will hurt your stomach

Lu Haoyang cut a piece of beef and put it into his mouth. After eating, he said coldly, "you can stay here tonight, but don't disturb me."

"Good I won't disturb you. " She dropped her eyes and a tear dropped from her quivering eyelashes.

Once upon a time when she cried, Lu Haoyang would comfort her, but at the moment, he seemed to have not seen it at all, eating on his own, with a cold expression.

He ate very little and had no appetite.

After dinner, he went into the room alone.

She also entered the guest room arranged for her by the housekeeper.

She took out her iPad and sent a wechat to a Xia, asking her to email the paparazzi who were reporting fashion week in Paris, telling them that Lu Haoyang and Ma Xueting had a private meeting in Provence's vineyard.

I believe that this hot gossip, more than the Paris Fashion Week models let their blood boil.

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