The girl had no way to avoid the man's aggressive gaze.
——Strategy value 45.
Tsk.
That’s all.
Pan Shu withdrew her hand with boredom, her expression becoming indifferent again. "It's getting late, you should go to bed early."
She was about to close the door when Lu Xing quickly put his elbow against the door edge. He frowned, not understanding why her attitude changed so quickly.
"You can tell me if I did something wrong."
Pan Shu raised her eyebrows in surprise. "What are you talking about?" She curled her lips helplessly. "I'm just too tired."
"Really?" He looked at her suspiciously.
Pan Shu nodded.
As soon as the man withdrew his hand, the door slammed shut, just a hair's breadth away from Lu Xing's nose.
He felt like he had been slapped hard in the face.
“…”
Lu Xing touched his high nose bridge and smiled slowly.
Lu Xing, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, finally left. Pan Shu sat in front of the window. The curtains were floating, and underneath were lavender irises swaying in the wind, which was amazingly beautiful.
This is the second floor.
Pan Shu looked down and saw a black car with its headlights on parked on the road.
The car windows were closed.
But Panshu inexplicably sensed that the people in the car were spying on her.
She was quiet and silent, her whole body blending into the darkness.
The beautiful and delicate face was tinged with sadness.
Zhou Younong, she guessed.
The cold young man sat in the back seat of the car with his back straight. His noble and elegant eyes fell on Pan Shu without missing a thing through the dim night.
He closed his eyes tightly to hide the complicated expression in them.
"Third Master, are you leaving?" Xiang Cheng put his hands on the steering wheel and spoke respectfully.
Zhou Younong spoke in a hoarse voice. He slowly opened the car window, and his face was exposed to the girl without any obstruction. He looked like a god in the sky with no joy or sorrow. There was a string of Bodhi beads on his wrist.
The more divinity there is.
Pan Shu squinted her eyes lazily and glanced at him lightly.
Zhou Younong's crimson lips moved, "Goodbye."
Pan Shu seemed not to know the man and looked away after just one glance.
"Let's go." The man's voice was cold and he pulled his lips bitterly.
Xiang Cheng also felt uncomfortable, but he didn't know what to say. He had long noticed that the Third Master had unusual feelings for this Miss Ban, but he didn't know that these feelings were strong enough to destroy the Third Master as a person.
The word "love" is really hurtful.
The black car slowly left the alley filled with white mist.
Panshu blinked.
Shangjing was not peaceful. First, something happened to the Meng family, and then the war in Guannan gradually spread to Shangjing. In addition, Zhou Younong also came to Shangjing from Nanling in a swagger.
Anyone with a discerning eye knew that Zhou Younong did not intend to go back empty-handed.
In such a situation of constant internal troubles, the Japanese offensive became more and more fierce.
Lu Xing's father, Lu Zhongguo, intends to negotiate peace with Japan.
To put it nicely, it is peace talks.
To put it bluntly, it was surrender. It could be said to be a defeat without a fight.
The people are complaining.
Winter of the 29th year of the Republic of China. A cold frost in the twelfth lunar month.
Snow foam swirled around and covered the ancient city of Shangjing.
"Miss Ban, the old lady asked you to go downstairs." Mrs. Wen is an old lady who has been taking care of Old Madam Lu for decades.
Pan Shu responded and said she understood.
After Mrs. Wen left, Panshu opened the wardrobe and took out a dark green long cheongsam to change into. The slim cheongsam outlined her beautiful and perfect curves, and the exposed skin was white and soft, like the finest mutton-fat jade.
She walked down the stairs.
When she saw the person coming, she was slightly stunned.
I was really stunned.
Panshu didn't expect it to be Meng Jingyue.
Having not seen him for a long time, the young man's temperament became more calm and unfathomable. Pan Shu looked at his slightly upturned fox eyes, and for a moment she couldn't guess what he was thinking.
"Shushu." He called her with a smile.
Pan Shu's eyes suddenly turned crimson.
She forced a smile.
There was silence for a moment.
It was Old Lady Lu who broke the silence, "Alright, you two young couples have had enough of your quarrels. Shushu and Jingyue can go home!"
Meng Jingyue still looked at Pan Shu with tolerance and gentleness.
It seems that he can no longer tolerate others in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand, "Shushu, come home with me."
The girl didn't answer but asked, "Where is Meng Jingchi?"
The tense atmosphere suddenly became stagnant and so depressing that it was hard to breathe.
Meng Jingyue's expression changed slightly. He pondered for a moment and said calmly, "What do you think of him?"
Old Madam Lu's shrewd and wise eyes swept back and forth between the two of them several times. She knew what was going on, so she sighed and stopped talking.
"I don't want him to die."
The girl spoke with difficulty, but she instinctively felt that saying this would hurt Meng Jingyue's heart, so she looked at Meng Jingyue with embarrassment and sadness.
Meng Jingyue's expression was indifferent, "As you wish."
Pan Shu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Shushu, I'm here to take you home."
"Are you going with him?" Before Ban Shu could answer, another male voice came from upstairs. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. Lu Xing had a gloomy expression, and his dark eyes were flashing with a dim light.
After a moment, Lu Xing walked up to Ban Shu solemnly.
She lowered her head and said in a much gentler voice, "Are you going to go with him?"
Ban Shu hesitated, "I..."
"If you don't want to, no one can take you away from the Lu family."
"Lu Xing!" Old Mrs. Lu stood up, shaking with anger. "What does it have to do with you if a young couple quarrels?"
Lu Xing didn't dodge or avoid, and looked directly into Mrs. Lu's eyes, "Grandma, you already knew that I like her."
Meng Jingyue was not surprised.
His expression didn't change at all.
His little wife is so delightful.
No one could dislike her.
Even though he had guessed it in his heart, his heart still slowly stopped when he heard Lu Xing admit it himself. A dull and long pain gradually spread from the apex of his heart to every part of his body.
Meng Jingyue was too reluctant to give any attention to others.
He continued to stretch out his hand, "Want to go home with me, Shushu?"
"Feel sorry."
Ban Shu said softly, "I don't want to leave."
These words seemed to turn into a sharp sword, cutting the young man's heart into pieces, and his pale face became even paler for no reason.
He moved his lips, but no sound came out.
My throat feels like it's blocked with cement.
Dull and suffocating.
The whole world is quiet.
Lu Xing looked incredulous for a moment, and then ecstasy welled up in his eyes. He stood in front of Pan Shu, blocking Meng Jingyue's sight.
It was as if he was Panshu's legitimate husband.
"Young Master Meng, please go back. She said she doesn't want to go with you."
Look.
The girl just said she didn't want to leave.
But in Lu Xing's words, it became that she didn't want to go with you.
Meng Jingyue looked at Banshu stubbornly, the strong and paranoid feelings in his eyes were like a burning wasteland, "Shushu, come with me."
Lu Xing also refused to give in.
"She said she doesn't want to go with you. Is Young Master Meng still going to pester her?"
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