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

Black Range Rover, in the back seat.

Lu Zhilu rolled up Nanchu's trouser legs, took iodine and cotton swabs from the medical kit, and cleaned her wounds.

Nan Chu hunched one of her slender legs on the leather seat. The skin on her knee was scratched a little deep. When the cotton swab was scraped on it, she felt obvious pain.

She hugged her legs and subconsciously retracted, but was grabbed back by the big hand with distinct wrist bones, "Can you calm down?"

This time, her leg was pressed on his thigh.

Nan Chu endured the soreness in her throat and slowly raised her eyes to look at him——

"Why did you come to Haishi to find me?"

That day at the gate of the supervisory authority, their relationship had completely ended, and she understood everything.

Now that the situation is unclear and turbulent, he shouldn't come to her.

Lu Zhilu lowered his head, cleaned the wounds, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Didn't you keep calling me?"

"...At that time, I was followed by two drunk men. While running, I clicked on the phone and automatically entered the communication history page. In desperation, I clicked casually. You are in my recent communication history, so I clicked accidentally. arrive."

She didn't want to pester him, really.

I also know that it is impossible for them, but they will be reluctant and sad psychologically. When they see this person, they will subconsciously lose control of their feelings and want to entangle him.

But these are just normal emotions. Over time, they will actually become numb and forgotten.

As if she was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, she added: "I randomly clicked on dozens of numbers and called Qiao Yu. If it wasn't urgent, I didn't really want to get your call by mistake. At this time, I Contacting you is not good for you and the Lu family, nor is it good for me, Lu Zhilu, I am also afraid of going to jail."

Lu Zhilu said nothing, only silently treating the wound on her knee.

His side face looked colder than usual. He was probably exhausted both physically and mentally these days, and he looked a little depressed and lonely.

He was obviously sitting in front of her, helping her clean her wounds, but he was obviously absent-minded.

He had too many things on his mind, and it seemed that if anyone could come to Haishi to find her, he would have spent his last energy.

What's more, he couldn't give her any feedback or response.

Even the refusal and explanation are completely useless.

Nan Chu knew that there would be no answer, and perhaps, he would never get a definite answer.

There is a kind of person, love always ranks last in his heart, and being able to come to her regardless of the current situation is already his best effort.

What else?

He couldn't give more.

As for herself?

In fact, I can't be recklessly honest, and I'm afraid I'll be hurt horribly, so I would rather keep some words deep in my heart than say them out loud.

Before Lu Zhilu came, Qiao Yu had already called the police for her. Although the process was thrilling, she only had a broken knee and was taken to the police station safely.

She was afraid, but she didn't want him to care about her anymore. If she continued to be entangled like this, she would only have more regrets and unwillingness besides regrets.

If he was just the heir of an ordinary rich businessman's family today, as long as he was attracted to her, even if he didn't like him as much as she did, it wouldn't matter. She could pull him to elope.

But he is not.

His grandfather, his grandfather, his father, his mother... several generations have been in politics, and the shackles and constraints of class are like thick cocoons, tightly wrapped around them.

Those suppressed heartbeats have been cut off on the way to the word "love".

Lu Zhilu couldn't.

In fact, Nan Chu couldn’t either.

After Lu Zhilu helped her clean the wound, he put down her trousers and his phone rang.

It's Uncle Zhong calling.

"Where are you and who are you with? The old man woke up again and can't see you. I'm a little worried."

Lu Zhilu's dark eyes paused for a moment, and his tone was as calm as ever: "Lin Mubei and I recently started a fund and it was a little rough. Now we are discussing things with him."

"Stop it now, so as not to cause trouble again. The Lin family and the Lu family are usually close to each other. It would be good for everyone if we don't see each other much these days."

He raised his wrist to look at the time and said to Uncle Zhong: "Okay, tell grandpa that I will be back in a few hours. Tell him not to worry and have a good rest."

"Go back early, whether it's to the hospital or back to your old house. Anyway, don't wander around outside for a while."

"Okay, hang up."

A person like Lu Zhilu has a good way of dealing with someone. He lies in a sincere tone, making it difficult for people to tell the truth from lies.

After he hung up the phone, just when Nan Chu wanted him to go back, Lu Zhilu said calmly:

"Which hotel you have booked, I will take you there."

Outside the car, it was a deep rainy night.

It was indeed unsafe for a young girl to walk outside at this hour in the morning.

He can't be said to be very considerate or devoted in relationships, but he still has conscience and loyalty.

The women he talked to when he was single are now doing well. Almost every one of them broke up peacefully and paid enough for the breakup fee.

People like them are very afraid of being stabbed from behind. They will not get into a fight with a female companion over a trivial matter and be stabbed in the back by a woman, no matter how big or small.

Because his identity is too special and sensitive, he often looks playful and carefree, giving people the impression that he will not be angry.

The fact that he can come to Haishi tonight can be regarded as a way to deal with the aftermath of this three-year marriage.

Nan Chu twitched the corners of his lips and said, "Okay."

After deciding on this matter, Lu Zhilu called Lin Mubei again.

He didn't betray Nan Chu at all. On the contrary, he even found someone to lie to with such ease and magnanimity.

He said to the phone: "My grandpa will probably call you later. If he asks, just tell me that we drank some wine while we were talking and I fell asleep at your place. I will go back when I wake up tomorrow morning."

Lin Mubei didn't ask any unnecessary questions and just smiled and said, "Okay, I still need your teaching. I still don't know how to deal with it?"

Also, no one in their circle is a human being.

Lin Mubei reminded again: "By the way, remember to return the car to me when you come back. I plan to give this car away."

Lu Zhilu said "OK", hung up the phone and started driving.

Along the way, the Range Rover was not traveling very fast, and even on a rainy night, it was very smooth.

Even though something big happened in his family, he still seemed to be calm and composed.

Just now, she had calmly pulled him along to help him lie.

Nan Chu was thinking, how many truths did he say?

Is it possible that sometimes even anger and unintentional tenderness are just fake?

At three o'clock in the morning, the Range Rover drove to the door of the hotel.

It's still raining heavily outside.

Nanchu unbuckled his seat belt, thanked him calmly, and limped out of the car.

She had lost her umbrella while hiding from a drunkard.

Lu Zhilu took out a black umbrella from the car, opened the umbrella, and got out of the car with her, but there was no warmth on his face. It was like a routine: "Let's take you in."

For some reason, when Nan Chu lowered his head, the emotions he had accumulated all night burst out in an instant, causing a soreness in his nose.

She looked down at the potholes on the road in the rainy night and said softly: "Lu Zhilu, since the way is different, don't be nice to me."

She can't help but be mean.