Mr.Lu, your wife wants to divorce

In front of the French windows upstairs, Lu Shen stood quietly, looking at the warm childlike heart holding the snowman. His handsome face was as cold as falling snow, but his amber eyes flickered slightly.

A pair of tender arms stretched out from behind him and hugged him tightly.

Shen Cuilu's face pasted on Lu Shen's back and felt his breath through his shirt.

"Lu Shen, thank you."

The soft tone contains spring water, and the soft body is also tightly wrapped around Lu Shen.

She wants Lu Shen to become addicted to her and love her to the point of madness.

He will.

"Yes."

The cold answer made Shen Cuilu's smile disappear gradually. She saw the childlike warmth downstairs along Lu Shen's eyes.

She bit her lips, turned Lu Shen's body, held his cheek, stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

"Lu Shen, love me." She said coquettishly.

Her hand pulled out Lu Shen's shirt. When her hand fell on the belt buckle, Lu Shen grabbed her wrist.

Shen Cuilu looked at Lu Shen in shock. Her shallow eyes didn't see the bottom. It was frightening. The ambiguous warmth in the room broke to the freezing point in an instant.

"It's not for you."

Lu Shen's eyes were half closed, looking at Shen Cuilu's eyes, pouring out a faint cold.

Shen Cuilu stood rigidly in place and looked down at herself in sexy pajamas, like a joke.

"Go to bed early."

Lu Shen's general words, without any pity, then went straight to the study.

Shen Cuilu went to the French window and stared at the childlike warmth downstairs. She grabbed the curtain with both hands and pulled it hard to vent her dissatisfaction.

Why can childlike innocence be warm?

Can't she?

……

Late at night, the child's heart warmed with a cold sweat and woke up to see Lin Feng standing by the bed.

Lin Feng handed a cup of hot water in the warm hands of the child, but her hands trembled and couldn't hold the cup tightly.

After shaking a few times, all the water in the cup spilled on the quilt.

"Madam, are you all right?"

"Assistant Lin, you don't have to be busy. Let's go."

The child's heart was warm and calm, lying down, wrapped in a wet quilt, and his lips were trembling.

Lin Feng took a look and put the medicine in his pocket on the table.

"Madam, remember to take the medicine." Lin Feng told me.

The child's heart was warm and shrunk in the quilt, and his eyes stared at the door.

The open door, with a dark line exposed, was like a monster devouring her. She couldn't help curling up.

Suddenly, there was a figure outside the door.

The child's heart was warm and weak, and he got up and rushed into the dark corridor.

But the empty corridor, where did the figure come from?

She unexpectedly hoped that Lu Shen would not give up her.

She leaned against the wall and heard a soft voice upstairs.

"Lu Shen, I have a nightmare. Stop working and sleep with me, will you?"

"OK."

Listening to the sound of slowly closing the door, the child's heart warmed and laughed at himself, and he fell into the darkness.

……

The next morning, Tong xinnuan was awakened by the noisy footsteps outside the door. She propped up her tired body, covered her head with pain and dizziness, got out of bed and opened the door.

Looking at the scene outside, the child's heart was warm and stood in place for a long time.

She opened her mouth, but her hoarse throat couldn't send a word. She could only look at Shen Cuilu's mother Fang LAN and asked the servant to throw out all the things related to her and Lu Shen, and then put on the decoration Shen Cuilu liked.

Childlike warm fingers crossed the wooden door frame and made a long squeak, sad and uncomfortable.

"No, no..."

Tongxinnuan stumbled up and grabbed the picture in the servant's hand.

This is the only photo of Lu family with her and Lu Shen.

It is also the only proof that Lu Shen was good to her.

"Return it to me." The child's heart was warm and begged.

The servant looked at Fang LAN nearby.

Fang LAN smiled, his face full of love, but his hand clasped the warm wrist of the child's heart and scratched it hard.

But he said with concern, "my heart is warm and I wake up. You can't walk steadily. The servant doesn't know how to help you. My aunt helps you... Oh, I'm sorry. My aunt has great strength and tore this picture."

Fang LAN looked apologetically at the warmth of the child's heart and comforted, "it's all over anyway, isn't it important?"

The child's heart was warm, her hand trembled, holding the picture torn into two halves, which was just torn from the middle between her and Lu Shen. It was very much like the relationship between her and Lu Shen at this time.

At this time, footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Shen Cuilu walked downstairs with Lu Shen in his arm.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Shen Cuilu stepped forward and looked at the torn picture. The corners of her mouth turned and hid a smile, but she scolded Fang LAN, "Mom, what are you doing? Let Lu Shen think we are stingy and even care about a picture. "

Fang LAN sighed, "I'm not good. I'm used to thick hands and feet. I feel warm and sick. I can't walk steadily. I want to help. Who knows she tore the picture."

The child's heart is warm. I hear that the pupils are shrinking.

She tore it?

"No, I didn't, Mingming..."

Shen Cuilu looked at Lu Shen in embarrassment and held Tong xinnuan's hand. "Xin Nuan, this is the only photo of you and Lu Shen. Did you tear it up? Do you just hate me and Lu Shen? It's obviously your fault and your father's fault, but now I think it's all my fault. "

With that, Shen Lu was very sad to stick to Lu Shen's arm.

"Lu Shen, I'm sorry." Shen Cuilu's soft voice fell gently like a feather, and the wronged tears swirled in her eyes.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

Lu's deep facial features are noble and indifferent. His shallow eyes are covered with cold and ruthless. He walks past the warm face of the child's heart.

The child's heart was warm and stiff. Half of his own photo fell to the ground, and Lu Shen stepped on it mercilessly.

She hung her head and sobbed silently, grabbed the picture on the ground and pressed it to her heart.

I feel that what I tear off is not a photo, but my own heart.