Chapter 135: Lu Miao, this is my own choice.

In that strict era, relationships between men and women were also scrutinized extremely strictly.

Fu Jingyou knocked on Lu Miao's door under the pretext of going upstairs to get something.

The little girl came back from Beijing and seemed to have suffered a lot of injustice. Her hair was not as smooth as before she left, and her expression was extremely haggard and listless.

After entering the guesthouse, I quickly washed up and finally regained some of my former energy.

"Didn't you go back?"

"I'll be leaving soon."

Fu Jingyou closed the door behind him.

Lu Miao opened the door for him. He took a step inside, and Lu Miao took a step back with him.

Even after she sat down on the bed with no way to retreat, Fu Jingyou did not intend to let her go.

His rough hands grasped the back of the young girl's thick head, and he domineeringly continued the light kiss he had just given her at the station entrance.

"Um...Fu Jingyou!"

Lu Miao gently pushed him away.

Fu Jingyou's eyes were deep. He was pushed away a little by her, but she soon kissed him again.

“Hmm…”

Lu Miao was led by him to support his body with his hands behind his back and slightly tilt his head up.

From the awkward and fragmented kiss at the beginning to the gradually violent and rough kiss later, he captured her lips and kissed and bit them.

Not gentle, not at all.

The temperature around him continued to rise, and just when Lu Miao felt he was about to suffocate.

Fu Jingyou let go of her, panting.

He lowered his deep brows and looked at her with a wild and possessive look as if he was eager to invade.

"Lu Miao, this is my own choice."

"You can't get away."

run?

Who's running away?

Lu Miao suddenly laughed, looked up and kissed Fu Jingyou's chin.

While he was in a daze, she slowly stood up and kissed his lips.

After another deep kiss, Fu Jingyou stared at her with his deep peach blossom eyes, and his rough thumb rolled hard over her obviously swollen lips.

He told her that she couldn't escape.

But when he was about to leave, he gently kissed her forehead and told her.

While he was getting the household registration page, she still had a chance to change her mind.

And once it is done, once the marriage report is issued, she will be his wife.

The lover whose destiny is connected to his.

Wherever he is, there she is.

In other words, wherever she goes, he will follow.

Lu Miao looked at him calmly and gently, "Go, I'll wait for you."

Fu Jingyou nodded and walked away resolutely.

He was determined to be with Lu Miao. As for Lu Miao's final decision...

Maybe it's important, maybe it's not.

He respects them all.

…

In the guesthouse, Lu Miao gently locked the door.

She leaned against the door, listening to the footsteps gradually fading away outside. Her neatly trimmed and round index finger lightly touched her slightly stinging lips, and her eyes suddenly became firm.

Black Five Households...

Even though she knew that reforms would come in the near future, for now, her identity was always a knife hanging over Fu Jingyou's heart.

If this is something that makes him feel uneasy, then think of a way and try to solve it!

The fate in the book has nothing to do with her.

From now on, she will be tied to Fu Jingyou for the rest of her life.

As she said, her fate was written in his palm lines.

He should also have a place in her plan.

After a short rest, Lu Miao borrowed an umbrella from the older sister in the guesthouse.

After leaving the guesthouse, they walked for a while, passing the grain and oil station and the department store. Lu Miao walked along the road, and whenever he met pedestrians holding umbrellas passing by, he would go up and ask a question or two.

After wandering around in the rain for about forty minutes, Lu Miao finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.

She folded her umbrella under the eaves and gently knocked on the door.

The light "duangduang" sound seemed a bit old and outdated in the alley.

After knocking several times, a man's deliberately raised voice came from inside:

"Who is it? Wait a minute! Here I come!"

The short courtyard door creaked open, and the people inside were stunned when they saw Lu Miao:

"Aunt..."

Hu Zhiyuan swallowed the words "aunt" and said in surprise:

"Comrade Xiaobao?!"

"Or maybe I should call Lu Zhiqing." Lu Miao shook the water off his umbrella. "I need your help with something. Is it convenient to talk now?"

Hu Zhiyuan paused, then quickly made way for the door. "It's convenient, come in first."

Lu Miao walked towards the main house, and Hu Zhiyuan then closed the door and went in.

"Lu Zhiqing, I thought you wouldn't come back after returning to the city, so why are you back now?"

"It doesn't matter."

"All right."

Hu Zhiyuan had separated from his family long ago, and his family of three lived in the small courtyard.

Hu Zhiyuan signaled with his eyes.

After his wife poured some sugar water for Lu Miao, she understood and took the babbling child to the kitchen.

Hu Zhiyuan sat down at the table. "Lu Zhiqing, I wonder what brings you here in person this time?"

It's autumn now. I don't feel anything at other times, but when it rains, it suddenly gets cold.

Lu Miao took a sip of the sugar water to ward off the cold, then put down the enamel pot and got straight to the point:

"There's something I want to ask if you can help me with."

Hu Zhiyuan coughed dryly, "It's easy to help, of course, except for what we said in the car before!"

Lu Miao nodded and pressed his palm down to signal him not to be nervous.

Seeing that she didn't look like she was in a state of distress, Hu Zhiyuan gradually relaxed.

"Anyway, just tell me first! If it's a small matter, I'll just deal with it. There's no question of whether I can help or not."

Lu Miao nodded. "I have a friend whose background is a bit problematic. Do you think there's any room for change in his household registration?"

“…”

She said it calmly, but Hu Zhiyuan's heart was filled with waves.

"How dare you say that!"

"I know this is difficult, but is there no room for improvement?"

"Yes, but do you think a small fry like me is qualified to get involved in these matters?"

Lu Miao pursed his lips and remained silent.

Hu Zhiyuan thought she had given up the idea and was about to ask his wife to cook a meal and wait for her to eat before going back, but he heard Lu Miao say again:

"How much money does it cost to smooth the relationship?"

"...This isn't a matter of money. I'm simply not qualified...Other people who are qualified to intervene don't dare to do so!"

Lu Miao knew that this matter was not simple, but he still had a little thought in his heart.

Risks often come with benefits, and no one doesn't want to climb up.

With his brain working rapidly, Lu Miao pondered the future prospects in his memory and said:

"You know I'm back in Beijing this time. I heard some news."

Hu Zhiyuan stared at Lu Miao, pursed his lips and did not move.

Lu Miao knew that he was waiting for her next words.

"There might be some new moves coming soon. This information might not make you rich, but it will at least keep you safe." "If you want to know, I can tell you, but you must also do your best to handle my affairs. If you need additional money or gifts to smooth over relationships later, you can ask."

No one knows how to use psychological tactics better than Lu Miao.

She was generous in revealing the information, but she also stopped at the critical moment, which made Hu Zhiyuan anxious.