Chapter 49 I Have a Boyfriend
The ambiguity is fermenting, the atmosphere is entangled, and everything is on the verge of breaking out.
Until Fu Mingshuang said, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."
Lu Shiyu's whole body stiffened, and his drunkenness subsided by seven points.
But Fu Mingshuang still clung to him, her red lips curled up: "I don't mind playing with two women at the same time, because I am such a rubbish person..."
"But my dear baby, what about you? Are you willing to be the third one for love?"
Fu Mingshuang's fingertips were still rubbing the sunken area at the back of his neck, through Lu Shiyu's fine hair. That was the place that had made him lower his head obediently just now.
Time seemed to stand still, and the originally anxious atmosphere gradually calmed down.
"You did it on purpose," Lu Shiyu said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"Yes." Fu Mingshuang also admitted it frankly.
"Fu Zhenchuan asked me to seduce you, saying that if I hooked up with you, I would be able to embark on a smooth road with the Lu family's blessing. But why should I go to the altar with you?"
"I would rather drag a holy person like you into my purgatory, and let us be swallowed by darkness together..."
Fu Mingshuang leaned over and whispered in his ear: "It's just like the days we spent in Hong Kong Island, with cigarettes, alcohol, mental illness, and crazy kissing."
Lu Shiyu pulled her hand down and pushed her away: "But I don't want to."
"Are you sure?" Fu Mingshuang tilted her head to look at him, brushing off the dust on his sleeves from rubbing against the wall. "It's obviously starting to get dirty."
Lu Shiyu said nothing coldly, opened the back door of the bar, and let the light inside shine on him again. The light was so bright that it made him sober up a little.
He walked in, leaving Fu Mingshuang in the darkness.
All the way back to the box, Zhang Xiaobei didn't feel the low pressure on Lu Shiyu at all. Instead, she walked over and said:
"Ayu, my phone is out of battery, can I borrow yours?"
Lu Shiyu was very annoyed, but he still maintained his usual manners and decency and handed over his cell phone.
"You need to enter the password." Zhang Xiaobei handed the phone back to Lu Shiyu.
"0630..." he blurted out.
"0.6.3.0" Zhang Xiaobei lowered her head and entered the password. The phone was unlocked, but her fingers froze and she looked at Lu Shiyu blankly.
0630……
Is it that crazy woman’s birthday?
Is it a coincidence?
It seems that this is not the only coincidence between the two of them.
Lu Shiyu felt Zhang Xiaobei's strange gaze, and when he realized what was happening, he took back his phone and put on his backpack: "Sorry, I have to leave first."
This time, he really left.
There is a feeling of running away...
Frustration.
It seemed like these three words appeared for the first time in his life.
It was late at night, the moon was hidden in the dark clouds, there were few pedestrians on the road, and the dim street lights lengthened their shadows.
Lu Shiyu lit up his phone screen:
Friday, July 1st, sunny to cloudy
It's past 12 o'clock.
He took the doll out of his backpack and threw it into a trash can on the side of the road.
***
A week later, Lu Shiyu met Fu Mingshuang and her boyfriend who was holding an umbrella and carrying her bag on the campus road.
"Why did Fu Mingshuang choose someone from our school as her boyfriend again?" Cheng Cheng said in surprise. "Didn't she only want someone from Peking University? Why did she expand into the lower-tier market here?"
"Because it's unsaleable." Lu Shiyu answered seriously.
This conversation happened to be overheard by Fu Mingshuang.
In retaliation, Fu Mingshuang directly pulled her new boyfriend and sat in the center of Lu Shiyu's classroom the next day.
She also hung Lu Shiyu's ring around her new boyfriend's neck.
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"Ding!" Warm reminder:
Regarding Lu Shiyu... the harder he talks in front of you, the more he kneels down behind you...
The most beautiful girl in Gaoling has fallen, and next, she will go crazy for love.
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