Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

Lu tingwan trotted out of the airport. There was a faint pain at the place where the operation had been performed. Lu tingwan had to stop slowly and go instead.

I stopped a taxi and listened to the driver's Mandarin with Nancheng accent. Lu tingwan felt very kind.

The driver put her luggage, told her to fasten her seat belt, closed the door for her and asked her where to go.

Lu tingwan reported the address of Sheng's mansion.

When the driver heard where Lu tingwan was going, he couldn't help looking at her more and said with a smile, "the identity of living in that area is not simple. They all have a lot of money."

Lu listens to the night and smiles. He doesn't speak. He turns to look at the scenery passing through the window.

Nancheng retains many ancient buildings, so it has less commercial atmosphere and slower pace of life than the high-rise buildings in the north.

For 13 years, Nancheng has changed a lot. The memory of Nancheng has been very vague. I only remember some landmark buildings.

Seeing Lu tingwan staring out of the window, the driver occasionally saw those landmark buildings and wanted to stick out his head, so he smiled and asked, "did you go to school and didn't come back for a semester?"

"HMM." Lu tingwan said.

"Where do you go to school?"

"Beicheng."

"Oh, why did you go out of town? There are many famous schools in Nancheng. Every year, all over the country don't know how many students want to come to Nancheng. It's no worse than Beicheng. Why did you go out of town? You're so cute. Don't worry about going out at home."

"Arranged at home."

"No wonder, I've just been a freshman."

"Sophomore."

The driver was very talkative. He talked to Lu tingwan all the way. He was very kind and relieved Lu tingwan's eagerness to return home.

With the distance getting shorter and closer to home, Lu tingwan's mood became tense.

The street gradually became familiar. The luxury manor located not far away slowly appeared in the line of sight. Lu tingwan held his breath.

Still at home.

"Stop right here."

Lu listened to the night call to stop the car, then opened the door and walked down, staring at the manor not far away.

It hasn't changed here.

For thirteen years, she thought it was deserted.

As like as two peas in memory, the cold and hard door of black gold is inviolable. The castle like luxury building is her home. She once ate, slept, and played a place of growing up.

The scene behind the door was vaguely generated in my mind.

Lu tingwan saw a picture of an old man and a small man walking into the gate hand in hand, and his small face smiled.

"Are you sure it's here? Shall I take you to the door? You're a small one. It's hard to carry the luggage." the driver helped her carry the luggage

"No, it's right here. I'll be there in a few steps." Lu tingwan answered, but his eyes were fixed on the front.

That's her home.

She and her grandfather's home, she Sheng listens to her own home late.

Lu tingwan hurriedly paid the fare, dragged his luggage and walked forward.

The approaching steps were a little nervous, step by step, especially unnatural.

Lu tingwan's heart completely scrambled the rhythm, and countless fuzzy memories were pieced together in his brain.

After thirteen years, she finally came back.

Lu tingwan stood in front of the gate. The familiar environment made her red eyes and blurred her sight.

She raised her hand and stroked the cold black iron door. Her fingertips touched a cold place. However, Lu tingwan's heart was warm.

This is her home... No, it was her home.