After Becoming a Little |

"Yeah." Lu Wuxia stared into her eyes: "Is my ex-husband quitting, or are you not coquettish enough?"

"...Huh?" Zhan Lan didn't react, and asked again, "Ah?"

Although it's just two simple sounds, it's like Nick Young's three question marks, which fully expresses Zhan Lan's ignorance.

"You're still a big girl."

Lu Wuxia frowned: "Does he like to play other tricks and then pretend to be clean?"

"..."

The question is too sharp - it's not usually played like this in TV dramas!

Zhan Lan's throat rolled, unable to speak. She who usually only relies on Gong Dou drama to accumulate high-level experience has never seen this before.

After all, these things have already touched the knowledge blind spot of a 29-year-old girl who has never experienced it for the first time.

Lu Wuxia stared at her for a long time, his eyes were sharp as if they were real, and he saw the blue as a awn on his back, and cold sweat slid down.

The last time I felt this way was when I didn't do my summer homework when I was a child. I was checked by the head teacher on the first day of school, and then I stood on the podium so scared that I wanted to go to the toilet.

I've seen Mrs. a few times from a distance before, but I've never felt so scary...

"Forget it, for so many years, I don't want to ask him about these things. After all, at his level, even if he is on the scene, he will not be short of bed companions. There is really no need to eat grass by the side of the nest."

She sees these things very openly - not so much, it is better to say that because she has seen too much, she shows a bland attitude, just clenching her fists with white knuckles. Somewhat restless.

"I'm here this time, I just want to ask you a question."

Lu Wuxia looked at Zhan Lan without blinking: "If you marry my ex-husband, how are you going to treat my daughter?"

"..."

Zhan Lan only felt that her heart was beating in her throat, and she had the illusion that her throat was blocked. She opened her mouth to say something, but her mind was blank, her eyes were wide, and those moist almond eyes were slightly condensed in their sockets. Eyes are out of focus because they are too nervous.

"me--"

Zhan Lan's voice trembled, his breath was almost exhausted, his lungs hurt, and then he woke up suddenly, took a deep breath, and his whole body suddenly sat upright——

"I don't have children!"

She breathed stiffly, her broken thoughts gradually returned, her body slowly softened, her eyes looked at the ground, as if she had an answer that could be answered, and then she whispered: "I will treat her... The only daughter..."

Lu Wuxia was silent for a while, then slowly closed his eyes.

It was like the heaviness of pressing the whole person under the swimming pool to bear the ubiquitous water pressure, and it gradually dissipated.

Zhan Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the brightness of the room suddenly dropped a notch.

I have the illusion that I am alive...

Zhan Lan thought about it for a while, and asked Lu Wuxia cautiously, "Husband... Sister Lu, why aren't you and the chairman... together?"

She didn't know where she got her courage, but as long as she thought of the back of a mountain looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window after work, she felt a pain in her heart, and she couldn't help but feel terrible for this The lady was also resentful.

The air was suddenly quiet.

After a long while, Lu Wuxia leaned back on the back of the chair, spread the fingers of both hands, and pressed the fingertips against each other in a herringbone shape.

Her expression was shadowy and mottled in the light spot that the ventilator passed through, and the dust in the light beam swelled with a slight twilight color, making her figure look like the sadness that had been precipitated in an oil painting for a long time.

"I told Rulong about the divorce at the beginning..."

She paused and read the two books she wrote to Ai Rulong: "I said...the relationship between husband and wife, the husband and wife are deeply in love, and the love and righteousness are deep and righteous. After three lives in the past, they are married to the couple in this life."

"Whenever a husband and wife face each other, the beauty and beauty of the two sit together, the beauty of the two virtues, and the love is extremely heavy... Two bodies, one heart, three years of bond, then the husband and wife will be reconciled..."

……

……

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the living room, Ai Rulong, who had just woken up, looked at the noise outside the window.

But all the excitement belongs to others, and I have nothing.

He held a thin piece of letter paper and closed his eyes, as if he heard the voice that was obviously very reluctant, but forced her to speak in a cold and hard tone, and read these two books in his ear with a choked sobs—

"If you don't get along with each other, you think it's because you have a grudge in a previous life, so you come to face each other, like cats and mice hating each other, like a wolf and a sheep... Since the two hearts are different, it is difficult to reconcile them, and they will soon meet all relatives, in order to seek a difference and find a relationship. Books, each one returns to his own way.”

"I hope that after husband and wife are separated... to find a title, to marry a color, to serve both parents, and to serve both parents and aunts, it will be like a fish in water, happy for thousands of generations, and joy in giving..."

He opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, and his eyes were red. He turned around and shook his hands and gently placed the letter that seemed to be heavier than a thousand feet on the table, and murmured his own answer that was written on it:

"May the wife and wife be separated... Re-comb your temples, beautiful women's crescents, cleverly show off their slender posture, choose a man who agrees with you, explain your grievances and knots, and don't hate each other..."

……

……

There were two voices that seemed to reverberate in the long river of memory, overlapped together, and repeated the last goodbye in my ears, in front of my eyes——

Lu Wuxia took a deep breath, suppressed the tears in her eyes, and said the last sentence she said to Zhan Lan, which seemed to be the last sentence she said, but it was actually the most ruthless words:

"One is different and the other is wide, everyone is happy..."

"One is different and the other is wide, everyone is happy..."

Zhan Lan listened dumbly, and for some reason, tears just flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto her skirt.

She touched her face blankly: "Why am I crying?"

She wanted to dry her tears, but more and more.

"I...I just want to be by his side..."

"I just don't want to see him alone..."

"very sad……"

As she spoke, her voice began to tremble. She didn't know why, but her eyes were blurred with tears.

She curled up into a ball, hugged her knees, buried her face in it, and whimpered softly in the small room.

"I don't know...I really don't know..."

"..."

PS1: There will be no less lens switching, but the fragmented lenses will be slowly connected together

PS2: Some ruthless readers said that they didn't give me the ticket. They really tore it up. The author's backstage saw that my heart was cold, so my hands were frozen and I couldn't type on the keyboard.

PM2.5: Is there an inevitable connection between the progress of the timeline and the plot?If necessary, one sentence [1000 years later] can be transferred to outer space, so I do not accept criticism

PS3: PS3: Although I don’t accept it, I’m still criticized. I’m small-minded and can’t be coaxed. I won’t update it today (probably

Chapter 89 089 - Throw a pit and come out first

Bi Bei touched his dark eyes, which were comparable to national treasures, and was a little speechless.

Although Chairman, your feelings are indeed inspiring, but can we say something useful?

He is sitting in the living room now, the chairman is fine, but he was put into a drowsiness with some kind of biological anesthetic for a while, and Quan Dang made up a good night's sleep.

But he was hammered by the helmet girl...

If he hadn't sensed that the other party was just a little unhappy and didn't have much malice, he would have just shot empty magazines and fought for the other party's life - but to be honest, at that distance, he wanted to use a small pistol biubiubiu to kill a super-class comparable to the dark world. The killer's strong physique, I'm afraid he didn't wake up from a nap.

He pointed to the letter that Lu Wuxia criticized him: "The madam gave a suggestion to change the security system, saying that the current dark world order is turbulent because of the problems of some international organizations. Chairman, if it is not necessary, Try not to leave the territory of the Republic during this time."

However, Ai Rulong didn't care about these things. He took out the two separate books that Lu Wuxia had left, and compared them with the familiar handwriting, immersed in his memories.

The unremarkable uncle of the driver reached into the inner pocket of his suit, took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, and stood up: "My colleague is downstairs, so if you don't have an arrangement this afternoon, Chairman, I want to take a leave first. Leave for a while."

Ai Rulong waved his hand, looked up at his appearance, didn't know where he was thinking, and sighed: "Let the financial person come here, all your medical expenses will be reimbursed by the group..."

The uncle driver nodded, said something to the security team guarding the door, turned around and went downstairs.

……

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In the Republic, some departments do not have specific names.

Some are called the relevant departments, some are called the enthusiastic masses - there are all kinds of things.

But if you have to give an official definition, it should be called the national security department.

There are national security departments in the Republic on the surface, and there are also hidden ones. Externally, it is a simple ninth bureau.

Colleagues from the Nine Bureaus of Dongshan City are now in the underground garage of the International Trade Building. They have surrounded the scene and are sampling various data.

Bi Bei came out of the elevator, looked at these guys, reached into the inner pocket of his suit, took out a small miniature combat recorder, and threw it to a colleague in the intelligence department not far away: "Check who this person is, It's a very standard Mandarin, so first check the entire dark world circle in Asia Pacific."

In the protection sequence of the national security department, the chairman of the Leah Fund can be ranked in the A-level list. It belongs to the existence of a phone call that can alarm the existence of the ministerial level. Many business leaders in the Republic actually have this kind of treatment. Especially in this era of global commercialization where they have more or less white glove duties.

Therefore, as a metropolis near the sea, the members of the Nine Bureaus of Dongshan City are also retired or demobilized elites of the military and the police, representing the socialist iron fist of the Republic to a large extent.

That's why there is a bit of a joke, but it makes people have to remember the words -

[The dark world has two colors, black in the world, and red in the republic]

A woman in a white coat and a mask walked over with her hands in her pockets and her high heels: "What's going on here? Are they playing bumper cars here?"

Bi Bei shook the empty medicine bottle and threw it into the trash can beside him: "Two people fought here."

"...with a mace?"

"No, empty handed."

He was just about to say something when the woman in the white coat raised her hand to stop him.

"I said why it looks so weird-"

She walked to the miserable-looking red car, looked left and right, chose a position facing the car, stood still, and gestured down.

"One was beaten, and he was beaten close to the car ... more than one or two times."

Immediately, she touched the dent on the car body, turned her head and asked a little brother next to him who was holding a camera to take evidence photos: "Have you finished recording it?"

The little brother flipped through the camera's album and nodded: "It's all done."

When she got the answer, she stomped her feet, took a deep breath, slumped her back, and punched the tattered red car—