This realization almost drove Lu Yanzhi crazy.
But when his eyes fell on the peaceful face of the sleeping Song Qingyu, he suppressed the urge to go crazy and gently closed the door.
Go downstairs, drive, and head to Taoyuan.
Taoyuan is a bar under Fu Cheng's name.
The bar at three in the morning had just passed its busiest time, but it was still not completely quiet.
Lu Yanzhi walked through the staggering men and women and reached the private room on the second floor.
He pushed open the door.
The door of the private room slammed against the door panel with a loud bang.
The sounds of playing dice, drinking, and kissing in the private room disappeared completely in an instant.
Everyone looked up in shock, looking at Lu Yanzhi, who was full of hostility at the door.
"Get out!" Lu Yanzhi said coldly, and the entire private room seemed to be frozen by the cold in an instant.
Next second.
Everyone stood up and poured out of the private room.
Only Fu Cheng sat on the sofa, motionless, one hand still holding the wine glass, shaking it gently: "I say, what's wrong with Mr. Lu? He's so angry!"
Lu Yanzhi ignored Fu Cheng and picked up a bottle of wine and unscrewed it.
"Hey, hey, that's white wine..."
Seeing Lu Yanzhi pick up the white wine and drink it violently, Fu Cheng hurriedly stopped him.
But it was too late.
The white wine flowed down Lu Yanzhi's throat and into his lungs, and then burned his entire internal organs.
Lu Yanzhi's face looked indifferent, as if what he drank was not liquor at all, but water.
Fu Cheng frowned when he saw this and said, "No way, Mr. Lu also has times when he drinks to drown his sorrows?"
Lu Yanzhi tilted his head, his deep eyes meeting Fu Cheng's: "Under what circumstances do you think a woman would tell you that she no longer loves you?"
Fu Cheng is a master in the love field.
Hearing this, he immediately laughed and said, "You asked the right person this question.
Generally speaking, there are two possibilities. One is that she is being coquettish with you and wants you to coax her."
"Secondly, I've completely given up."
Fu Cheng looked at Lu Yanzhi with amusement: "Tell me, let me hear, what kind of woman did you meet?"
Lu Yanzhi seemed not to hear Fu Cheng's words, and just stared deeply at the white wine in front of him.
Fu Cheng saw that his face looked strange and realized the seriousness of the situation. "What's wrong? Did Lin Qinxue say something to you?"
Lu Yanzhi raised his head in surprise, staring at Fu Cheng with scorching eyes. After a long while, he tightened his face and slowly uttered a few words: "It's Song Qingyu."
Hearing Song Qingyu's name, Fu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief: "So it's... That's not right. Song Qingyu said she doesn't love you, how could you be like this? Yanzhi, are you serious?!"
Lu Yanzhi raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Cheng.
Fu Cheng: "No? Do you really like Song Qingyu?"
Fu Cheng himself said these words in a floating manner.
I don't believe that Lu Yanzhi likes Song Qingyu at all.
Lu Yanzhi took another sip of white wine.
"Why would you stay with her for four years if you didn't like me?"
Fu Cheng stood up from the sofa, scratching his head.
Last time, although Lu Yanzhi said that there was nothing between him and Lin Qinxue, Fu Cheng didn't take it to heart.
It was just that Lu Yanzhi was confused by the situation and couldn't accept Song Qingyu's departure for a while.
After all, he had seen all kinds of people, men and women in love, and he had been around flowers.
Like Lu Yanzhi to Lin Qinxue, he is always available whenever she calls.
He can turn down even a very important dinner party.
If this is not love, Fu Cheng doesn't know what else can be called love in this world.
"Then can you tell me why you are so nice to Lin Qinxue?" Fu Cheng was puzzled.
Lu Yanzhi stared at the white wine glass.
The light in the private room fell on the wine glass, and the reflected light pierced Lu Yanzhi's eyes, causing him to close his eyes.
"Could it be that she has caught you with some evidence?" Fu Cheng thought about it and this was the only possibility.
Lu Yanzhi pressed his temples: "This is my private matter, I don't want to talk about it."
Fu Cheng: “…”
He touched his nose and returned to the topic of Song Qingyu.
"Since Song Qingyu has said so, then...then you should let her go."
Lu Yanzhi looked up at Fu Cheng, his cold eyes deep and unfathomable: "I won't let her go!"
Fu Cheng: “…”
…
Early the next morning, Song Qingyu contacted the staff of the logistics company and sent Director Tang's information to the other party. After filling out the tedious electronic signature, the other party finally gave a positive reply.
——【OK, Miss Song, when Mr. Tang comes to your house, we will arrange for a courier to deliver the package.】
--【OK, thanks. 】
Song Qingyu hung up the phone and glanced at the door from the second floor.
Not seeing Lu Yanzhi's Rolls-Royce, she felt relieved and went downstairs.
However, when he went downstairs, he saw Lu Yanzhi sitting at the dining table.
The man was dressed in a suit, with a sky blue tie casually tied over a white shirt. His cold facial features softened a little in the morning light outside the window, and he looked like a god descending from heaven.
Song Qingyu couldn't take her eyes off the tie around Lu Yanzhi's neck.
She gave that tie to Lu Yanzhi on his birthday three years ago.
At that time, Lu Yanzhi was very disgusted and threw it on the sofa casually.
She was quite sad.
After the birthday party, I wanted to find my tie, but I couldn’t find it.
Where did Lu Yanzhi find it?
"Come and eat."
I don’t know if it was Song Qingyu’s illusion, but Lu Yanzhi’s tone was particularly gentle today.
It seems to merge with the warm sunshine outside the window.
Although she was very reluctant in her heart, she still walked towards the restaurant.
After all, she was hungry.
Normally, she would have finished breakfast by this time.
Song Qingyu sat down at the seat farthest away from Lu Yanzhi.
Aunt Xu immediately served breakfast attentively.
Song Qingyu took it, looking calm, but her eyes always inadvertently fell on Lu Yanzhi's tie.
She was really curious about how Lu Yanzhi found the tie.
After a moment of silence, Song Qingyu asked, "The tie you're wearing..."
The corners of Lu Yanzhi's lips curled up slightly. "This tie looks good. Any problem?"
Song Qingyu paused.
The tie that made Lu Yanzhi say "good-looking" must not be the one she gave him.
"nothing."
She lowered her head and took a bite of the fried dough stick. A bitter taste rose in her throat, and the fried dough stick made by this top chef also became unpalatable.
Having lost her appetite, Song Qingyu pushed the bowl away, stood up and left.
Lu Yanzhi frowned: "Are you full?"
"Yeah." Song Qingyu said casually and was about to go to the second floor.
Lu Yanzhi stopped her and said, "Next Friday night, the company is holding a celebration party. Please accompany me."
The commanding tone made Song Qingyu's stomach feel even more uncomfortable.
She turned around and said in a cold tone: "Lu Yanzhi, I have no obligation to accompany you to the celebration banquet!"
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