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Chapter 767 Paranoid Marriage Pet (60)

His eyes were also at a loss, and his fingers were groping around on the table, eager to grab something to stop the panicked feeling of weightlessness in his heart.

Finally, he caught a cold thing——

Pen cap.

Lu Zhiyu seemed to remember something, and quickly bent down to find the dropped pen.

When he picked up the pen next to the safe and saw that the nib was broken, Lu Zhiyu couldn't help feeling even more flustered.

Putting the cap on the pen, Lu Zhiyu immediately got up and went out, looking for someone to fix his pen.

It's just that the person in charge of the branch of this pen brand in S City, smiled and told Lu Zhiyu countless times that the nib is broken and can't be repaired, so he can only replace the nib, but Lu Zhiyu seemed to be incapable of listening to anything and insisted on asking Just repair not replace.

The person in charge had no choice, and at the same time, he didn't dare to take over this matter, and secretly replaced someone else.If this person is offended, his position as the head of the branch will come to an end.

He wanted to invite Lu Zhiyu out respectfully, but this boss stubbornly wanted someone to repair his pen.He said lightly that there was no one in the branch, so he asked the headquarters to send someone to fix his pen.

He also said that his own brand of pens could not be repaired, so there is no need for this brand of pens to exist, and the person in charge almost knelt down in fright.

The boss is simply embarrassing their low-level employees. This is not a human problem, it is obviously an irreparable problem.

It's the same reason that it's hard to get over water, and a broken mirror can't be reunited.

Is it possible that a dead person can be resurrected?
The person in charge had a bitter face, bowed his waist in front of Lu Zhiyu, and almost knelt down for him.

Racking his brains, he tried his best to dissuade the big brother's stubborn thoughts, "Mr. Lu, either the people from our branch can't do it, or the people from the headquarters can't repair the nib of your pen. You see, it's like flooding and hard to get back. The truth that people cannot be resurrected after death—”

The thoughts in my heart will all come out when I get nervous.

The person in charge quickly lowered his head, not daring to say any more, wishing he could slap his broken mouth a few times immediately.

He didn't notice that when he said "the dead cannot be brought back to life", Lu Zhiyu's eyes suddenly went into a trance.

The finger firmly pressed against the tip of the pen, and it penetrated deeply, and the bright red blood flowed down the snow-white fingertips.

But as if he felt any pain, the forked pen tip pierced deeper and deeper.

Yes, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

What is he asking for?

Just as the person in charge lowered his head to organize his words and wanted to talk to Lu Zhiyu again, the moment he raised his head, the people around him disappeared.

No one would notice the few drops of blood left on the floor.
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Lu Zhiyu put the blood-stained pen back into the cap.

The blood on his hands was still bleeding, but he didn't care and drove home.

As soon as he walked into the house, he remembered that time when he was set up by someone, his head was smashed and bled, and Zifu was nervous and angry when he came home, Lu Zhiyu couldn't help but stop.

Instead, I found the medicine kit at home, and simply sterilized the wound, and then put it on with a band-aid.

When she's not here, he can take good care of himself and reassure her.

He never told her why he was hurt at that time.

It's all about her.

Only things related to her would surprise him.

It's just that there is no chance to tell her now.

Lu Zhiyu sat on the sofa, the hazy light from the rabbit lamp reflected on his face.

Under the light, the man's facial features are handsome and deep, his face is much thinner, but it looks more three-dimensional.

Gently lowering the eyelids, the crow-black eyelashes are long and thick, and when they fall, they cover all the loneliness and loneliness in the eyes.

He misses her so much.

It's just that she doesn't even come in his dreams now.

She is blaming him.

She doesn't want to see him anymore.

She doesn't want to see him anymore.

The pair of slender eyelashes, which were like butterfly wings, were soon soaked with tiny drops of water, sticking together.

Lu Zhiyu tightly held the pen in his hand, and pursed his lips tightly so as not to let himself collapse.

He also broke the pen she gave her now, so she must be even more unwilling to talk to him.

he did not do it on purpose.

He really didn't mean to.

Lu Zhiyu felt that there was a crack in his heart, and he had to support his head with his hands in pain. For the first time, he was so sad that he let out a low whimper.

In the boundless silence of the night, the man sat in the huge and empty living room, and finally collapsed out of panic and fear to the point of revealing some of the deepest sadness in his heart.
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I don't know how long I stayed in the hall downstairs, when Lu Zhiyu stood up again, his legs gave way and he almost fell down.

The palm of his hand propped forward in time to make him stand still.

Skillfully picked up the rabbit lamp and pen, and walked upstairs slowly step by step.

This time, instead of going back to Zifu's original room, he walked to the bedroom where he and Zifu had lived together for a year and a half.

He opened the door with a key, turned on the light, and everything inside was still the same as when he left, except for a thick layer of dust.

Lu Zhiyu found a clean towel, wiped the bedside table clean, put the lit rabbit lamp on it, and then wiped the drawer again.

Afterwards, Lu Zhiyu cleaned the whole room again, wiped off the dust on the desk, then turned to go to the back of the bed, and wiped the bedside table inside.

When he opened the first drawer, Lu Zhiyu found a small purple alarm clock lying face up that he had never seen before in the empty drawer.

The hands of the small purple alarm clock pointed to nine o'clock in the evening, and Lu Zhiyu reached out to take it out.

Just as his fingers snapped to the back, the feel of the paper caused him to turn it over.

On a yellow post-it note, a few lines of beautiful black characters were clearly written——

[It's nine o'clock in the evening!Husband is going home, don't sleep, wake up quickly, wake up quickly! ! ! 】

The words on the sticky note made Lu Zhiyu's fingers unconsciously clenched tighter and tighter, almost crushing it with such force.

The whole person squatted down slowly, like a wounded toddler, curled himself up very tightly, lowered his head and choked up and said, "I'm back, why aren't you here?"

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After that night, Lu Zhiyu's reaction of vomiting after eating became more and more serious, as if his body was consciously rejecting it.

But he promised her to live a good life, so he tried hard to swallow it tastelessly.

Lu Zhiyu started to sleep again in the bedroom where he and Zifu lived. Every night after taking sleeping pills, turning off the lights and going to bed, he would turn his head, his eyes seemed to be filled with gentle stars, and whispered to the pillow A good night.

He was lucidly insane.

But he felt himself alive again.

During the day, he was still the decisive president of the Lu Group, constantly expanding his business territory.

(End of this chapter)