The Naive Mr. Lu

But in fact, Ji Jinge really didn't intend to deceive Lu Dingning.

When he was in school, every time he saw the composition, he had a headache.

Every time he takes an exam, as long as he sees the 800-word composition paper, he will have a headache, then feel sleepy, and finally fall asleep in the exam room.

Afterwards, every time the test results come out, Ji Jinge will be invited by his parents...

It may be that those experiences were too hard to remember at the beginning, so Ji Jinge can't help getting goose bumps whenever he hears the word "composition".

Even if the girl he likes "kindly" invites him to help write an essay, Ji Jinge will still be terrified.

But after explaining it, Ji Jinge did not forget to give advice to Lu Dingning, hoping to reduce her anger.

"A'Ning, you should remember the names of those students in your class, right?"

"Remember, what's wrong?" Lu Dingning, who was not out of breath, could only hum after hearing Ji Jinge's question.

But obviously, she hasn't calmed down yet, and her tone is really not that good.

"If you remember, it will be easy. If this composition revolves around a spring outing, you can write that before the spring outing, the counselor will start roll call after getting on the bus, and then write in the names of the students in the class one by one. During the spring outing, there will be another roll call. You can also write down the names of your classmates one by one. In the end, if the number of words is not enough, the counselor will take another roll after the spring outing and get on the bus to make sure that all the students in the class are on the bus, and then write down the names of the whole class one by one. once……"

"In this case, an 800-word composition is almost enough!"

Well, when Ji Jinge was in school, sometimes when the teacher forced him to write essays, that's what he did.

"Little brother, your idea is good. But the problem is, the topic of my composition this time is not a spring outing!"

"What is that, read it to me, and I will help you make suggestions."

"The title is 'The Book of Society'. The first requirement is that the style of writing is not limited except for poetry. The second requirement is that it should be no less than 800 characters. The third requirement is that the handwriting should be neat and neat. That's it... "

"The book about society? I'm thinking about it." Ji Jinge began to fantasize.

About three minutes later, he finally heard a voice on the phone: "Yes."

"How to write it?" Hearing that Ji Jinge was so excited, Lu Dingning felt that there was something going on.

"You copy the title, and then write in the book of society. You know a lot of people. Then just like I taught you just now, write the names of all the people you know. Isn't that enough?"

If nothing else, Ji Jinge is quite good at fishing in troubled waters.

"This sounds good." Lu Dingning muttered and continued: "Okay, I'll start writing now. Thank you, little brother..."

"You're welcome, you should!" In this way, Ji Jinge and Lu Dingning ended the phone call in a very pleasant atmosphere.

After putting down the phone, Lu Dingning began to write furiously.

After more than half an hour, Lu Dingning finally filled in the 800-character blank.

Afterwards, Lu Dingning checked it again and felt that her homework was pretty good this time, especially the requirement that the last point should be neat and tidy...

Just as Lu Dingning happily stuffed his homework into his schoolbag, Zong Jize sent her a message.

Jize: 【Can't write a composition yet? How about going to teach you? 】

Before, he didn't talk about helping her write essays, but only helped her analyze the topic. In the middle of the night, he suddenly said that he would help her write...

Could it be that Lu Dingning couldn't see what Zong Jize was planning?

Didn't he just want to find a chance to go to Lu's house, stay overnight, and then treat her...

snort!

For the sake of selfishness, she refused to help her, so she didn't meet him at this time.

Dylan Ning: [No, I've already finished writing. 】

In this way, Lu Dingning very straightforwardly refused Zong Jize's help.

Jize: [Is it really finished? Still angry? 】

Zong Jize didn't seem to give up, so he sent her another message.

Dylan Ning: [It's really written. Stop talking, I'm going to bed...]

In this way, Lu Dingning cut off Zong Jize's desire to continue sending messages, and even more completely eliminated his bad thoughts of coming to Lu's residence tonight.

After sending this message, Lu Dingning threw the phone on the desk and got into bed directly.

Because Zong Jize didn't have a good rest last night, she was really sleepy tonight.

Just like that, Lu Dingning, who got into bed, fell asleep completely within a few minutes.

As for Zong Jize on the phone, after finishing chatting with Lu Dingning, he couldn't fall asleep.

Well, he refused to help Lu Dingning today because he had a bad intention, and wanted to take the opportunity to stay in Lu's house at night, and continue to be affectionate with Lu Dingning for a night.

But what happened?

Lu Dingning actually wrote the composition...

Is it really well written?

Or are you angry with him and saying that on purpose?

After much deliberation, Zong Jize sent another message to Lu Dingning.

But that girl seemed to be really asleep. Not only did Zong Jize not receive a reply from her, he didn't even receive a reminder that she had read the message on his phone...

In the end, Zong Jize, who couldn't wait for Lu Dingning's reply, could only spend his long night alone...

Early this morning, the Imperial City began to rain continuously.

Lu Dingning was going back to the Imperial City University for class in the afternoon, and she was supposed to go to the RM Building in the morning, but she came to the hospital with the divorce agreement that Chang Yongmei had already signed.

In fact, Chang Yongmei's signed divorce agreement has been in her drawer for two days.

It's just that Lu Dingning, who was a little upset, didn't give it to Lu Guohua for a long time.

When Lu Dingning first arrived at the hospital, Lu Guohua was watching a movie with other patients in the private screening room of the hospital.

"Dad..." The lighting in the projection room was not very good, Lu Guohua couldn't see who the person in front of him was, but he recognized Lu Dingning immediately by his voice.

"Ningning, why are you here?"

Afraid of affecting other people watching the movie, Lu Dingning helped Lu Guohua out of the screening room and back to his ward.

"It's raining outside, so you didn't get caught!" He said so, but Lu Guohua had already personally checked whether Lu Dingning's clothes were wet.

"Dad, don't worry. I'm carrying an umbrella." Lu Dingning said, and got some fruit for Lu Guohua.

"Ningning, do you have something you want to tell me?" Seeing the fruit Lu Dingning peeled for him, Lu Guohua didn't eat it.

I don't know if it's because of the continuous rain outside, or because of other reasons, Lu Guohua's mood is a little heavy.

"Well, I do have something to tell you." Lu Dingning sat down in front of Lu Guohua, and then she put her hand on Lu Guohua's big palm.

I still remember that Lu Guohua liked to hold her hand like this when she was a child.

At that time, Lu Guohua's hands were big, and hers were small.

In a blink of an eye, her hands were about the same size as Lu Guohua's.

But Lu Guohua's palms are not as smooth as before, and the years have left fine lines on the back of his hands...