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

Nan Jian'an said bluntly: "It's true! My Nan Chu has been thinking about you. When you left, she was depressed for a long time. She even took sertraline for two years. Do you know what kind of drug sertraline is? It's anti-inflammatory. Depressed! She took her best friend Qiao Yu and looked for you everywhere. I don’t know how anxious she is..."

Su Jingnian didn't listen to a word of what Nan Jianan said.

My ears were buzzing, as if they were filled with water.

He sat there listening to the phone, but everything around him seemed to be still.

I took sertraline for two years for him...

Trembling heartbeat, numbness.

Nan Jian'an talked a lot, "Xiao Su, my uncle has hit a trough now. It's okay for me to endure hardships, but if Jiaojiao gets divorced, she will really have nothing. She has been used to a good life since she was a child. How can I let her and me Suffering with her mother? If you still miss her and still love her..."

"Can you help me meet with Nan Chu?"

If before Nan Jian'an said this, he could still restrain himself, stay rational and gentlemanly, and not disturb her.

But now...he just wants to see her and ask her again if she wants to follow him.

When Nan Jianan heard this, he said, "I will definitely find a way to make Chuchu come to see you. Don't worry! She still likes you. If you can get back together, everyone will be happy! Everyone will be happy!"

After hanging up the phone, Nan Jian'an returned home excitedly.

As soon as he entered the house, he asked Meng Jingyi: "Have you called Jiaojiao? When will she come back for dinner? This child has not known to come back for so many days. He was really taught bad by that bastard Lu Zhilu! Won’t come back!”

That guy Lu Zhilu might be inciting Jiaojiao to sever ties with them behind his back.

This scourge...it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Meng Jingyi was making dinner and said with a smile: "I asked, and she said she would come back for dinner in the next two days. Lao Nan, you are a naughty person. Come and try it for me. How does this pumpkin sweet soup taste like after it has been boiled to this extent?" "

Nan Jian'an washed his hands and took a spoonful to drink. "It's a little thin and can be cooked for a while. But why are you doing this? Jiaojiao doesn't like eating this stuff."

Meng Jingyi rolled her eyes at him, "My son-in-law loves to drink this!"

Nan Jian'an was startled and thought to Xiao Jiujiu, "Will Lu Zhilu come back for dinner with her?"

"Don't come, Jiaojiao didn't mention it. I'll prepare it then, put it in a thermos bucket, and let Jiaojiao take it back for him to drink."

Nan Jian'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then sneered: "Hey, you still have a son-in-law! Does that bastard think of us? He has been married to Jiaojiao for three years, and his parents haven't even called him a piece of shit! I think we Jiaojiao Don’t be so angry and just divorce him!”

Meng Jingyi glared at him: "Bah, bah, bah, why are we inseparable! Don't talk nonsense! I think you are really old and confused now!"

Nan Jian'an pursed his lips, turned around and left the kitchen, and said nonchalantly: "Lu Zhilu is not the only one with money in this world! There are so many people who look up to our family! There might be something better out there!"

Meng Jingyi just scolded him, "Shut up, you bitch! Don't say this in front of Jiaojiao, so as not to make her angry again!"

"Hmph, she doesn't like that bitch named Lu."

……

Two days later.

The night before Lu Zhilu went on a business trip to Europe.

He insisted on being discharged from the hospital today, but the doctor had no choice but to prescribe oral medicine and wound healing patches. As soon as he got home, his cell phone kept ringing, all with work calls.

After answering one, he hurriedly entered the study room to start a video conference.

Nanchu saw how hard he worked even though he was injured, and suddenly believed that his cooperation with Ye Xuechu might really be for money.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, after Lu Zhilu finished work, he came out of the study to pack his luggage for the business trip.

But the wound on his back didn't really heal. After a few movements, the wound was pulled, and his face turned slightly pale in pain.

Nanchu walked into the cloakroom and took the clothes from his hand.

"You go and lie down, I'll help you collect it."

Lu Zhilu felt uncomfortable and raised his lips: "When did you become so virtuous and gentle?"

"You were injured because of me. I can't be a white-eyed wolf."

Nan Chu rarely does housework, and Mrs. Chen usually does these cleaning tasks.

But Mrs. Chen couldn't figure out Lu Zhilu's luggage every time he went on a business trip, and it was not convenient for him to collect it for him. Lu Zhilu had to collect it himself.

This was the first time Nan Chu helped him pack his luggage. He looked around in his closet and couldn't make up his mind.

"What color clothes are you bringing?"

Lu Zhilu leaned there lazily and watched her accept it, "As long as it's more formal, you can match it up. Aren't you quite good at this?"

Nan Chu picked out two items and took them out. He took a look at them at first and said, "Is this okay?"

Lu Zhilu held his cell phone and lowered his head to reply to the work message. Without raising his head, he just said "OK".

Nan Chu ignored him and matched several outfits according to his own preferences and his usual dressing style, sat on the floor, folded them, and put them in the suitcase.

I don’t know how long it has been immersed in storage.

Lu Zhilu squatted next to her and suddenly said jokingly: "After three years of marriage, you look most like Mrs. Lu now."