Her face was as white and tender as a freshly boiled and peeled egg.
It’s no wonder that Old Lu, who has been single for so long, suddenly threw all his attention on Qiao Yu. After all, a girl with a delicate and clean appearance like her would be hard for any man to resist.
And he had that intention at the beginning, and the girl's eyes met his.
Zhu Xingwen coughed awkwardly at first, then put away his cynicism and asked seriously:
"Lin Yu, you know Old Lu likes me... maybe even a little more than that, you know."
As a low-level tea girl, she might shake her head or even pretend to be incredulous, but that would only make her appearance more obvious in front of the shrewd Zhu Xingwen.
Qiao Yu simply nodded.
"So what do you think? Should we keep Old Lu hanging or pretend we don't know? I understand that Old Lu is much older than you, and he's not the only one worthy of you in terms of qualifications."
This was the first time Qiao Yu had seen Zhu Xingwen so sharp. He really disliked his questioning attitude and frowned:
"Mr. Zhu, what do you mean by this? Besides, this is a matter between me and Director Lu...
I have clearly told him that I will not get married. If Mr. Zhu really wants to stand up for his friend, then he can persuade Director Lu to give up as soon as possible, and I will not stop him.
This answer was somewhat unexpected to Zhu Xingwen. After all, such a delicate and gentle girl had such unique ideas.
This "Mr. Zhu" also made his words stuck in his heart.
Since she has told Lao Lu, it is a matter between the two of them. It is not her turn to worry about it.
But the girl turned her head to look at the man lying on the bed, and the tenderness in her eyes was not as decisive as she said.
This tenderness was mixed with endless love. Zhu Xingwen saw the answer he wanted, but he felt inexplicably irritated.
He simply blamed the summer night for being too dry, so he stood up and went back to his nonchalant attitude.
"Forget it, I still want to live a few more years. I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."
As soon as the door closed, there was no tenderness or love in Qiao Yu's eyes. It would be the end of the world if he imagined that the bad woman had a conscience and would be moved and change.
The cigarettes he smoked outside the hospital did not dispel the irritability in his heart.
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