Chapter 49: Gentle Disabled Boss vs. Soft and Cruel Wife (18)

Lu Yuan smiled.

Contemptuous and sarcastic.

"Get a new medical team."

"The corpse can be made into fertilizer for flowers."

Zhou Bo nodded in agreement.

Ning Yuxin couldn't believe it.

Why......

She saved him! She also gave him hope! Shouldn't he be grateful?!

Ning Yuxin wanted to ask angrily, but the servant had already covered her mouth.

Seeing the resentment and resentment on her face, Zhou Bo sighed:

"The gentleman originally didn't want to bother with these trivial matters, but you insisted on challenging his bottom line."

"You reap what you sow."

Ning Yuxin was stunned.

Suddenly she remembered her teacher's initial instructions to her:

"Actually, working for the Lu family isn't that scary. As long as you don't provoke Mr. Lu and know when to stop, you can do a lot of things in the name of the Lu family."

And those words she just said were not only threatening Lu Yuan...

Still trying to take the initiative...

One wrong step leads to all wrong.

Seeing Ning Yuxin come to her senses, Uncle Zhou signaled the servants to drag her away, along with the sobbing maid.

At least, I'll die with a clear mind.

Lu Cha, who was standing aside, noticed that Lu Yuan was staring at the door of the side building in a daze. She tactfully did not disturb him and quietly left.

Let’s go back and get some sleep first!

"gentlemen......"

Lu Yuan raised his hand slightly and interrupted Zhou Bo's words.

Knowing that he wanted to be alone for a while, Zhou Bo hesitated to speak and finally retreated silently.

A gentle breeze blows.

There was a scent of green grass, but Lu Yuan felt it was a bit bitter.

This is the first time I didn’t come here on the anniversary of his death.

He untied the chain from the handle and pushed open the door.

The colorful halo fell on the corridor, like a dreamy and bright morning glow.

Lu Yuan controlled the wheelchair and reached the deepest part.

Gently pushed away the depressing purple-red.

The room is not big.

The pure white curtains fell to the ground, letting in the soft warm sunlight.

The paintings covered with dust sheets are neatly placed against the wall.

The only thing hanging on the wall was a portrait oil painting.

The woman sat quietly on the chair, her hands naturally crossed on her legs, wearing a linen long dress, simple and elegant.

Her long hair was tied up casually, with a few strands of hair scattered on both sides.

Her eyes were calm and her pale pink lips were filled with a gentle smile.

Lu Yuan slowly moved to the front of the portrait.

As usual, he took out cigarettes and red wine from the cabinet and placed them on the table.

A faint flame lit up, igniting the soft paper wrapped with tobacco.

One was placed in the ashtray facing the portrait, and the other was held between his fingers.

My mother used to spend the whole day in the studio occasionally.

From sunrise to late night, he never came out once.

When he came to look for her, he found that she had passed out in a pool of paint, and the studio was filled with a lot of pungent smoke.

At first he didn't know and thought there was a fire, so he rushed out holding his mother.

Thinking of the interesting things that happened in the past, Lu Yuan unconsciously curled up the corners of his lips.

He looked quietly at the cigarette burning between his fingertips.

The half-closed eyes were blurred by the rising mist.

"I have feeling in my legs."

"I met a very cute and interesting person..."

Realizing that it might not be appropriate to say the word "pet" to his mother, Lu Yuan swallowed it back and changed it to: "girl."

"She's not like you, gentle and quiet. She looks soft and obedient, but she's actually very fierce."

He spoke intermittently about what had happened recently.

The only voice in the entire room was his gradually hoarse voice.

Slowly.

Lu Yuan was speechless.

Only a drop of crystal cut through the drifting smoke.

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night.

Zhou Bolai found Deer Tea in the small kitchen:

"Ms. Lin, my husband has been staying in the side building all day and hasn't come out. I can't persuade him. Could you please go and see him?"

"My husband's health has just improved. I'm worried that if he doesn't eat and stays up late, he won't be able to withstand the stress."

Although there may not be much that can be done with Lucha, you still have to give it a try.

After all, Miss Lin is different to Mr.

"Okay."

After having eaten and rested enough, Lu Cha readily agreed.

She originally planned to go over there in a while.

But before she had gone far, Uncle Zhou caught up with her and said, "Ms. Lin, take this, just in case."

"Just don't kill him, he might not be able to bear it."

Seeing the other party handing over a wooden stick as thick as a baby's arm, Lu Cha was stunned and couldn't help but doubt for a moment:

Did the villain withhold the old man's salary?

I know that Uncle Zhou is worried that Lu Yuan might suddenly go crazy and hurt him.

Lu Cha rejected his kindness and shook his fist:

"This is all I have!"

One punch is guaranteed to make her cry!

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studio.

The light grew dim.

As if immersed in memories of the past, Lu Yuan looked at the portrait with empty eyes.

Without noticing, someone sneaked in.

Glancing at the ashtray piled with cigarette butts and the half-empty bottle of red wine on the table, Lu Cha's long eyelashes flickered, but she didn't say a word.

Instead, he sat on the floor next to the table and secretly took the open cigarette box.

From time to time, there was a crackling sound, like paper being torn.

Until the cigarette burned out and burned his skin again, Lu Yuan mechanically raised his hand to put it out and subconsciously groped for a new one.

But he found nothing.

He dropped his eyes blankly.

The little girl was sitting against the table leg, folding something, and tearing off the tin foil from all the cigarette boxes.

Unexpected.

Lu Yuan did not feel rejected or annoyed.

On the contrary, I felt a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

At this moment, a bunch of golden little ingots came into view.

"Is it good looking?"

"When you die from smoking, I can burn it for you."

Lu Yuan was about to pick up a new pack of cigarettes when his hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

The bloodshot eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and looked rare and fragile.

It's like a cat that is enduring pain but doesn't know how to relieve it.

The voice is hoarse:

"what do I do......"

It seemed like he was asking Lu Cha, but also seemed like he was asking himself.

"If I hadn't taken her away from here, would it... have changed the ending?"

"if......"

Lu Yuan paused.

It was a very light sound, like a broken feather, about to be blown away by the wind.

"I didn't kill her..."

"I......"

He bit his knuckles hard, trying to suppress the sadness that was about to surge up.

But the tears flowed even more unrestrainedly.

The self-blame and guilt in my heart have gathered into a vast ocean, stirring up cold and stinging waves.

Let his numb and stiff body and trembling soul be annihilated together.

Sudden.

Lu Yuan fell into a warm embrace.

Silver demonic power emerged in Lu Cha's palm, then spread to the surroundings and gradually gathered together.

The girl lowered her head.

Smiling sweetly:

"Lu Yuan, look at me."