After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Lu Guoshen froze.

Their eyes faced each other, full of smoke.

Lu Zhilu's eyes were red and his voice was cold: "Grandpa, I am your grandson, not your enemy. You have been forcing me like this all day, are you strong enough?"

Lu Guoshen only cursed bitterly: "If you continue to be depressed because of your elder brother's death, I can only say that you, Lu Zhilu, are a coward!"

He said plausibly: "Yes, I am a coward, I admit it! If I am a coward, then my child will be a little coward. If you can't train me, you can't train a little coward either! Give up!"

His tone was full of anger.

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Lu Zhilu hard on the left side of his face.

His face was hit to the side and he didn't look up for a long time.

He lowered his face, touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and sneered: "My eldest brother is good at everything, but he deserves to be too obedient to you. But I am not Lu Zhifang, I am Lu Zhilu."

"Grandpa, let me tell you one last time, I don't want to follow your old path, let alone my elder brother's!"

Hearing this, Lu Guoshen was slightly startled.

He mocked: "If you don't want to follow the old path, then open up a new path for me to see, instead of not doing your job like you are now! If your surname, Lu Zhilu, wasn't Lu, you wouldn't even be able to support Nan Chu!"

Lu Guoshen's slap was too hard.

There was a faint smell of blood in his mouth, and he licked it against the tip of his tongue: "In the future, I will never use the name of the Lu family when doing things outside, let alone use your relationship for convenience."

Lu Guoshen snorted coldly and said disapprovingly, "You'd better keep your word!"

Lu Zhilu lowered his face with a cold expression, "I can't be a dog."

Lu Guoshen pursed his lips tightly, feeling quite unhappy.

But what if he is an unworthy descendant? After all, his surname, Lu Zhilu, is Lu.

Mr. Lu still said a few words: "That Nan Chu is the one you want to marry out of anger. If you go against me, you will fight to the end if you want. I remind you that Bao Hanshi is free to choose any kind of woman to be his wife. It’s because he is strong enough and doesn’t need marriage to consolidate his power. But you, Lu Zhilu, are such a mess now, I really want to force you to do it easily!"

I just finished speaking.

Lu Zhilu turned around and walked away without saying a word.

When he reached the study door, Lu Guoshen said again——

"My patience is limited, be careful, don't force grandpa to do things. If this woman can't inspire your desire for power and determination to rise to the top, then she has no meaning in existence. Grandpa has kept her by your side until now, you should know That’s why.”

Be careful.

It was Mr. Lu who gave him the nickname in the hope that he could put away the dissoluteness and self-indulgence of human nature, be cautious in his words and deeds, and be strict with himself.

But Lu Zhilu lived like a fool.

Mr. Lu dislikes his dissolute style the most.

Lu Zhilu stood at the door of the study, paused for a moment, and replied calmly: "I know."

Out of the study.

Lu Zhilu looked like that jerk again and walked swaggering towards the front hall.

Jiang Lan was afraid that the old man would be cruel, so she was walking from the corridor wearing a lotus-colored cheongsam.

Lu Zhilu brushed past her.

Jiang Lan turned around and looked at his back and asked, "Aren't you going to have a meal at home before leaving? Your dad will be home soon, why don't you meet him face to face?"

"No, I'm already full after being beaten with sticks. My dad taught me a lesson. Next time you eat, help me say hello to him."

Lu Zhilu left without looking back.

Jiang Lan probably knew that the old man had beaten her hard again.

She entered the study room, and the words rolled over on her tongue several times before she said:

"Dad, Zhilu is thirty years old. If you keep beating him like this, it will make him more rebellious. If you beat him in the future, he will become your enemy. He is your grandson, can you do it? "

Over the past year, Lu Zhilu's visits to his old home have become less and less.

This makes people hateful.

Lu Guo took a deep breath: "Do you think that if you don't beat him, he won't be rebellious? I just want to smash his rebellious nature! Without the Lu family, his bastard appearance is nothing!"

"Zhilu is different from his elder brother. Zhilu doesn't like to be in politics. It's not like the Lu family can't support him. Why do you always force him like this? If you want to have a great-grandson, just tell him and Nanchu."

"I want to hold my great-grandson? Hmm, he is right in saying something like that. With his virtue, the boy he will give birth to will probably be even more stupid than him! This is the last time I force him. If he continues to be stuck in the mud and can't hold up the wall... …He understands the consequences.”

Jiang Lan sighed: "Nan Chu's background is average, but she is quite filial to you. I can do some ideological work on having children."

Mr. Lu laughed with mixed emotions: "He chose someone with no background and no backing out of anger. He should know what kind of path he will take in the future. I let him go for three years. Isn't it enough to pamper him, an unworthy descendant? He If he chooses it, he should protect it by himself. If he can't protect it, it's because he doesn't have the ability!"

……

When Lu Zhilu returned to Lanting Villa, he smelled of alcohol.

Nan Chu was holding his laptop and was about to get into the study to write a manuscript when he saw him walking upstairs in a vain manner.

She tried her best to ignore his presence and tried to enter the study without looking away, but was dragged over by Lu Zhilu.

The man clasped her arm, lowered his head and asked her, "Are you hiding in the study with Su Jingnian secretly communicating about music?"

Nan Chu was startled and laughed angrily: "Who secretly communicated with the music? Please use your words more appropriately! Besides, you said that everyone has their own business, and you are still afraid that I secretly communicate with the music? I don't care if you mess around with a lot of people. you……"

Do I care about you?

Before he finished speaking, Lu Zhilu's drunken face suddenly came closer: "I don't."

He looked at her and said these three words without thinking.

Nanchu's heart beat fast.

The relationship between the two of them was usually tense, but she was not used to his suddenly being so kind.

Too close.

She saw a faint purple color at the corner of his mouth.

Nanchu raised his lips and mocked: "Which woman hit you? Dare you hit Mr. Lu if you don't want your life?"

Most likely, he slept with some woman and refused to take responsibility for her.

So I got slapped.

Not unjust.

Lu Zhilu's eyebrows gradually furrowed, "Do you really hope that a woman hit you?"

"Is not it?"

He smelled obviously of alcohol and had a messy scent of perfume.

It looked like he was fooling around in a bar.

Nan Chu thought for a while and said, "If you fool around, then the twenty times we agreed before will be cancelled."

Lu Zhilu looked at her and suddenly smiled, "Jealous?"

"Who's jealous? I'm afraid of getting sick!"

Nan Chu pushed him away and only took half a step into the study.

The hand behind him grabbed the back collar.

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you so crazy?!"

Lu Zhilu dragged her back to the master bedroom like a little chicken.

Nan Chu was thrown on the bed and the notebook in his hand fell.

Lu Zhilu stood in front of the bed, raised his hand, pulled off the tie around his neck, and threw it to the floor.

He collapsed: "I remember you never fulfilled it once, Mrs. Lu?"

"what?"

He stared at her face and said word by word: "Husband, wife, duty, duty."