This villain's style is crooked

Lu Yuan naively thought that after the star selection contest, Lu Cha would stay in the manor obediently as before.

But the next day.

nine in the morning.

Seeing the cold breakfast, and the little girl didn't come out of the room, Lu Yuan comforted himself:

It must be that she was too tired from the competition and slept for a long time. 166 novels

Time passed by minute by minute.

The smile on Lu Yuan's face gradually faded, and finally he called Uncle Zhou:

"What about her?"

"Miss Lin went to Fair's studio. I heard that she was going to help design the clothes for the winter conference. She left at 07:30 in the morning."

Zhou Bo paused for a moment:

"Didn't sir see the message Miss Lin sent you?"

Lu Yuan remained silent.

He was thinking about seeing the little girl, so he went straight to the restaurant when he got up, without picking up his phone at all.

It was a good mood just now, and now it has become extremely bad.

Yesterday, Lu Cha only left for two hours, which made him restless and miss him crazily.

Not to mention that in the days to come, he will not see that delicate little person all day long.

The dryness that has not appeared for a long time, like a gossamer spider web, slowly spread from the chest.

"Pack up your things and go to Fair's studio."

"Breakfast."

The last three words, Lu Yuan almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Uncle Zhou wisely followed suit immediately.

But at this time the servant trotted in and bowed his head respectfully:

"Sir, Miss Lin Yiyan is here and is waiting outside the gate."

"She said that she has something to tell you about Miss Lin."

Lu Yuan, who was about to drive people away, tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a strange arc:

"Let her in."

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courtyard.

Lin Yiyan, whose forehead was wrapped in gauze and with bruises still remaining on her face, limped behind the servant.

The weeds growing on both sides of the stone road are like the ferocious and terrifying claws of the devil.

She hugged the document bag tightly in her arms, trying to gain some peace of mind from it.

It's okay... Lu Yuan is different from his previous life, have you forgotten how gentle he is to Lin Lucha?

Lin Yiyan brainwashed herself over and over again.

Before I knew it, I had a bold idea——

Lu Yuan and Lu Qingchuan were compared together.

The former's appearance and ability are superior to the latter's. The only pity is that because of his disabled legs, he lost the qualification to inherit the Lu family.

If he had been in good health, I hadn't run away...

Lin Yiyan's cheeks were quickly stained with a touch of crimson.

Have to admit.

She was indeed, somewhat envious of Lu Yuan's pampering and maintenance of Lin Lucha.

She won't be put in an embarrassing situation like Lu Qingchuan did.

"Please come in."

Hearing the servant's words, Lin Yiyan suppressed the wild thoughts in her heart and mustered up the courage to walk into the living room.

A man in a wheelchair leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

One hand rests on the armrest against the chin, and the other hand rests casually on the edge of the table, holding a silver stirrer at the fingertips, flicking the coffee in the cup.

The beautiful face shrouded in the sun seemed to have a gentle smile.

Lin Yiyan was dazed for a moment.

But when you meet those dark eyes, it's like a frozen deep pool, cold and cold.

She woke up suddenly and looked away in a panic.

"What does Second Miss Lin want to tell me?"

The voice is deep and clear, lazy and undisciplined, as if just chatting with guests normally.

This made Lin Yiyan relax a lot.

For the first time, he raised his head and looked at Lu Yuan, straight to the point:

"Lin Lucha has been using you all along."

"She married you and stayed by your side just to get closer to Lu Qingchuan."

"Because she has had a crush on Lu Qingchuan since she was in middle school, but because of the huge disparity in their identities, she dared not confess."

"Mr. Lu, if you don't believe me, you can take a look at these."

Lin Yiyan put the document on the table and pushed it over.

Lu Yuan took it apart slowly.

Inside was a brown diary and a stack of photographs.

The people in the photo are all Lu Qingchuan from different angles.

The back view occupies the most, which is obviously a candid shot.

And behind each photo, there is a nasty love story written.

How could Lu Yuan, who had read Lu Cha's manuscripts before, not recognize who wrote this elegant font?

The smile on his lips deepened.

The long eyelashes drooping down concealed the dark prey that suddenly rose in his eyes.

The depression wandering in his chest seemed to have turned into an out-of-control beast, violently tearing and biting every inch of flesh and blood in his body.

It turned out that the little girl could say so many sweet words.

Feeling that the air pressure around Lu Yuan had dropped to the bottom, Lin Yiyan gloated.

She just came to the door with her things because she knew that Lu Cha would not be here today.

When that bitch returns to the manor at night, he should be severely tortured by Lu Yuan.

No, it's not enough.

She wants her to die here!

Fantasizing about the collapse and despair of the other party, Lin Yiyan continued to add fuel to the fire, and even her tone was a little brisk:

"In addition to these toothache diaries, Lin Lucha also signed up for various cram schools in order to be worthy of Lu Qingchuan."

"But she was stupid and couldn't learn anything. During that time, she secretly hid in bed and cried every night."

"Later when Lu Qingchuan joined the group, Lin Lucha was like a perverted stalker, leaving early and returning late every day, hiding far away, just to catch a glimpse of him."

"She also..."

boom!

A bullet suddenly shattered the vase beside her.

Lin Yiyan fell silent for a moment, looking at the gun in Lu Yuan's hand in horror.

The rest of the words were blocked in her throat in an instant, making her stay in the posture of opening her mouth.

Because he didn't dare to close it, only his lips fluttered slightly, which seemed a little funny.

"You're really, really loud."

Lu Yuan smiled and played with the gun in his hand.

The fingertip rested on the trigger position, and it was almost pulled several times.

Lin Yiyan's heart followed his movements, tightening and loosening from time to time.

The clothes on the back were soaked in cold sweat.

She forced a smile, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito:

"Then I won't bother Mr. Lu..."

boom!

Another shot.

The bullet embedded the floor near her feet.

Lin Yiyan trembled like chaff in an instant, her complexion pale.

The feeling of being surrounded by despair and helplessness in the previous life seemed to come back again, clinging to her stiff body, absorbing the warmth.

Lu Yuan spent his time admiring her frightened appearance.

In the slightly squinted eyes, there was a treacherous and playful cold light:

"I want to know more than my wife's past."

"Miss Lin, did you know me before?"

Lin Yiyan's breathing was stagnant, and her heartbeat stopped for a moment.

Only to hear the lazy voice sound again:

"You seem, very afraid of me."