"Come in, don't be shy." Pan Shu turned her head and saw the young man standing outside the door anxiously. Her heart softened. "Jiang Zhao is easy to get along with. He has a good temper."
"Okay." Jiang Chen nodded obediently.
The guest room was naturally not as good as Jiang Zhao's room. The walls were a pale white without being painted, the sheets on the bed were also changed temporarily, and the furniture seemed too cold and unfamiliar.
But that's already good.
He had very few things, and he had tidied everything neatly and cleanly in no time.
Pan Shu lazily leaned against the door frame, holding a can of strawberry milk and drinking it slowly, "What else is missing? Jiang Zhao is playing basketball with his friends. I asked him to stop by the supermarket at the bottom of the community and buy it."
Jiang Chen wanted to say no, but when the words came to his lips, he curled his lips slightly and said, "Let's buy some oranges."
"Um."
Ban Shu lowered her head and sent a message to Jiang Zhao, asking him to buy some oranges and some toiletries.
On the court, the young man was surrounded by people. On his delicate and fair face, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes stared at the line of small black words, and the basketball in his hand fell heavily to the ground.
There was a muffled "bang" sound.
"Brother Zhao is not coming?"
"Yeah, this game isn't over yet, why are you leaving?"
The other players looked at each other.
Jiang Zhao raised his wrist and casually wiped the sweat from his forehead. "My house was robbed. I have to go back."
He went to the locker room to change out of his basketball uniform. His narrow, upturned phoenix eyes contained a hint of coldness that kept strangers away. He had double lashes, and the corners of his eyes were a rich, bright peach color, which actually added a bit of youthfulness to them.
The weather in late winter and early spring wasn't particularly warm, and the moment she stepped outside, she was enveloped in a pervasive chill. Pan Shu wore a long white coat, her hands icy cold, devoid of any warmth.
She stood in front of the unit door, and the small artificial fountain emitted a cool light under the reflection of the ground lamp.
It's as if the moonlight has taken shape.
The new leaves on the paulownia tree have not yet grown, and the thick and winding branches look empty. Every time Jiang Zhao passes by, he always says that this paulownia tree is strangely shaped and extremely ugly.
Beneath the tree stood a man who could be described as "beautiful".
He is very tall and slender.
Between his slender fingers was a half-burned cigarette, the scarlet flame flickering. Amidst the smoke, his seductive and delicate features revealed an ascetic and cold feeling.
This is a very contradictory man.
Wild and immature.
Strong and gentle.
Fallen and holy.
In just a few months with him, Pan Shu experienced it thoroughly.
The first time she met Lu Xiyu was when Jiang Zhao was eight years old. He had a fever in the middle of the night and it happened to be raining heavily. Ban Shu could only take Jiang Zhao to a nearby 24-hour convenience store to buy a fever-reducing patch.
She was drenched from head to toe by the heavy rain, looking as miserable as a drowned rat.
Lu Xiyu stood outside the convenience store and stared at her for two seconds. The dripping jade beads invaded the glass, and Pan Shu couldn't see clearly. She only knew that this was a very handsome man.
He is also a man of great pomp.
A black Bugatti stopped behind him, with two bodyguards in black holding black umbrellas. He was wearing a black coat. At that time, he was smoking a cigarette like he is now, looking at her casually.
Pan Shu thought that was the way a man looked at a woman.
But she found out later.
He doesn't understand anything.
Later when they were together, Lu Xiyu said he was just confused.
Panshu asked him why.
Lu Xiyu was quiet for two seconds, then she put out her cigarette and said, "I'm really annoyed. You already have such a grown-up son, and I can't be the third one."
But in the end he decided to be a male mistress with no moral bottom line.
The second time they met, Panshu was not feeling well and went to the hospital to make an appointment. Unexpectedly, it was Lu Xiyu.
He was wearing a white coat with a cold stethoscope hanging around his neck. His gentle gold-rimmed glasses made him look gentle and kind, completely different from the man that night.
Just when Lu Xiyu didn't know that Ban Shu was single.
He seduced Panshu again and again.
He wanted to seduce her and lure her into the abyss of lust.
Afterwards, his eyes were red as he complained aggrievedly, "Your husband didn't even stay with you when you were sick. Last time, your son had a high fever, but your husband didn't care. Why would such a dead man come here? I can be your mistress, but our relationship is shady after all. Go back and divorce your damn husband, or I'll kill him."
“…”
Pan Shu admitted that she was attracted by her beauty.
She dumped him after she got tired of him.
She didn't even tell him about the breakup. She didn't have a dead husband, and Jiang Zhao wasn't her son.
Lu Xiyu narrowed his eyes. There was a pile of blue-green cigarette ashes on the ground under his feet. He put out the cigarette butt and approached Pan Shu step by step. The smell of tobacco on his body was so strong that it was choking.
Pan Shu subconsciously retreated until she had nowhere to retreat and was pushed against the paulownia tree by him.
He chuckled, "Long time no see."
Eight years.
Panshu thought silently.
There is a saying that goes, a qualified ex should be like dead.
Lu Xiyu did an excellent job in this regard.
But Panshu can always find traces of his existence.
It was the cigarette butts that appeared in front of the door the next day, and the expensive luxury cars parked downstairs in the community. He always hid in the dark, watching her quietly.
Lu Xiyu's hands were beautiful, with beautiful white joints. His slightly cool fingertips rubbed Ban Shu's soft lips with a hint of playfulness, "Ban Shu, it's fun to lie to me, huh?"
"You adopted that lousy kid."
Ban Shu chuckled, "You just realized it. Lu Xiyu, you are really a bit stupid."
A joyful laugh escaped from Lu Xiyu's throat. He leaned over, his warm breath spraying on Shu's face. His voice was low, like the whisper of lovers, "I just trusted Shu too much, but Shu is a liar."
To be fair.
Lu Xiyu is really handsome, otherwise he wouldn't have attracted Pan Shu's attention in the first place.
When Lu Xiyu first met Pan Shu, he was 23 years old.
Lu Xiyu is now thirty-one years old.
He has the elegance and gentleness of years. He is calm and unhurried in everything.
He was no longer the young man who cried helplessly and desperately when Pan Shu left him.
Lu Xiyu suppressed the flickering emotions in his eyes, tilted his head and was about to kiss her, but was interrupted by a soft and obedient voice behind him, "Sister."
Pan Shu pushed Lu Xiyu away and looked up to see Jiang Chen with his red lips bent, "Sister, what are you doing?"
At this time, Jiang Zhao also walked out from the dark corner on the other side where the light could not reach. He was holding a supermarket shopping bag in his hand, with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "When did you talk about it?"
Lu Xiyu also looked at Ban Shu leisurely.
"We broke up a long time ago." said Pan Shu.
Lu Xiyu slowly added, "I dated him when you were eight years old, and he almost became your stepfather. I only recently discovered that he's not your stepfather, but your brother-in-law."
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