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

Lu Zhilu and Nan Chu took a walk around London in the afternoon.

In the evening, they chose a Michelin restaurant, had some European food, and then went for a night cruise on the Thames.

The evening breeze blew gently over the river as they stood on the deck of the sightseeing cruise ship. Big Ben and the London Eye on the river bank passed before their eyes. The night view of the Tower Bridge made the surface of the Thames sparkle like black waves of silk.

Nan Chu took a SLR and took a lot of photos.

Lu Zhilu leaned his head forward and entered the camera: "Are you still going to play in London tomorrow? If not, let's go to the next stop."

"Where to go?"

"We're already in London. It's less than two hours to fly to Paris. I'll take you to see my sister-in-law and nephew."

Nan Chu's eyes lit up, although they were husband and wife before, they had never really been so close to Lu Zhilu's social circle. Now he took the initiative to tell her about his sister-in-law and nephew, which felt very subtle.

"Your eldest sister-in-law has a child, and even your grandfather doesn't know about it. Now you tell me, aren't you afraid of me..."

Nan Chu hadn't finished his joke yet.

Lu Zhilu said half in a threatening and half serious tone: "If you dare to defect to my grandfather's side again, I will kill you."

The last four words should have been said viciously, but there was a flirtatious smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Nan Chu's ears felt hot, and he asked in a low voice: "How are you going to kill me?"

Lu Zhilu held her waist and held her in his arms, and the light of the Tower Bridge at night enveloped them.

He bent down and whispered in her ear: "This is a good way to die in bed."

“……” I knew there was nothing serious to say!

She was about to turn her head to glare at him, but her lips were blocked.

Tourists come and go on the boat, but there are a lot of people kissing on the streets abroad, but no one pays special attention to them. Even if they see them, it is very common.

Perhaps because he was abroad, Lu Zhilu's identity was downplayed and hidden. No one here cared about who he was, and no one knew or cared about the Imperial Capital Lu family.

Nan Chu became bolder and put her arms around his waist and responded to his kiss.

A man and a woman kissed passionately and unrestrainedly on a cruise ship under the night view of Tower Bridge.

The kiss lasted too long, so Lu Zhilu pushed her away slightly and chuckled, "Are you here on the boat to see the scenery, or to kiss me?"

"You were the one who started it..."

Her lips turned red from being kissed.

Lu Zhilu suddenly thought of what Su Jingnian had told him. His eyes were dark and deep. He pulled the person in front of him and hugged him. He lowered his head and asked, "Did you really wish it was me at that time?"

He asked very abruptly.

Nan Chuyi didn't react at first to what he was asking.

Until Lu Zhilu frowned and looked at her thoughtfully and said, "Why didn't I realize that you liked me so much before? Nan Chu, you used to be very good at pretending?"

Nan Chu twisted the muscles around his waist and angrily said, "Who is pretending? When did I pretend? Besides, I didn't like you that much before. Stop being so narcissistic!"

"Okay, okay, if you didn't like me before, then why were you calling my name then?"

Lu Zhilu stared at her inquiringly, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Nan Chu's face became hot unconsciously when he was stared at. He hesitated and said, "How should I know? No, how did you know? Did Su Jingnian tell you?"

He did not deny it and responded by asking, "So, who were you thinking about at that time?"

Nan Chu narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Don't you already know..."

"I want you to tell me in person. Su Jingnian's words are not convincing to me."

"..."

Who is installing?

He is the one pretending to be dead now!

Nan Chu wasn't that stingy. After burying her face in his arms, she answered in a low but clear voice, "At that time, I thought Su Jingnian was you. Are you satisfied? Are you happy?"

Lu Zhilu pulled the person out of his arms, and when their eyes met, he smiled and said, "Satisfied, happy."

The evening breeze from the Thames blew gently up. Nan Chu looked at him and smiled ostentatiously, yet sincerely.

Seeing her in a daze, Lu Zhilu flicked his finger on her forehead and said, "What are you looking at? You've been looking at it all day, aren't you tired of it yet?"

"Lu Zhilu, I don't seem to have anything that can compare to you. But there is one thing I am sure I have more than you."

Her tone suddenly became serious.

Even before she finished speaking, Lu Zhilu seemed to realize what she was going to say, and the casual smile on his face gradually disappeared.

She looked at him and said, "I fell in love with you before you did, and I like you more than you like me."

Lu Zhilu was slightly shocked, hugged her, lowered his head and coaxed her softly: "But I like you to like me very much, please don't leave me, I will be very sad."

Nan Chu rolled his eyes at him and said, "You'd better die of pain."

Lu Zhilu chuckled: "Of course not, when we got divorced, I almost went crazy. If you don't believe me, why don't you ask your sister-in-law?"

"At that time, I asked you to accompany me on a business trip to France. I asked you three times, Nanchu, I am not a person who likes to pester and ask questions. You didn't go to France with me, but stayed in the hotel with Su Jingnian. At that time, I was almost mad, so I fired that blank shot."

When he said these words, his tone was light, but for some reason, it made Nan Chu's nose sore.

She turned around in his arms and hugged his neck, buried her face in his neck and asked softly: "Are you still angry now?"

"I was still angry when I thought about it, but now that I know you mistook Su Jingnian for me at that time, I'm suddenly not angry anymore. The one who should be angry now should be Su Jingnian, right?"

"........."

Nan Chu laughed angrily: "She doesn't like me anymore, she has a new girlfriend."

Lu Zhilu rarely disagreed with her: "Well, that Elsa is a good match for him."

"By the way, we have to return the car to Elsa tomorrow. Why did you borrow her car?"

In fact, they didn't drive the car much today. When they were touring the city, they spent most of their time sightseeing on double-decker buses.

Lu Zhilu: "I just want to gossip a little bit?"

Nan Chu: "What are you gossiping about? Gossiping about Elsa's family background?"

Lu Zhilu is not a good person, but he doesn't bother pretending. He said frankly, "I owe Su Jingnian a favor, so I helped him check his future wife."

Nan Chu was suddenly speechless: "...What is your conclusion?"

"The car Elsa drives is a Rolls-Royce Dawn, which has been discontinued. The price of her car is about 600 pounds. To be able to drive a car of this level and to lend it to others at will, the family assets must be at least 10 billion pounds. Add to that her conversation and academic background, and she is indeed worthy of Su Jingnian."

Nan Chu: "Are you talking about whether you are worthy of me based on these material conditions?"

Lu Zhilu looked down at her, his eyes rarely serious: "It's true for others, but not for you."

……

Fly from London to Paris, and then from Paris to the capital.

On the day he returned to the capital, Qiao Yu’s new restaurant officially opened and was named “Ren Lai Ren Wang”.

Nan Chu and Lu Zhilu went to show their support.

After the guests left, Bo Hanshi, Lu Zhilu, and Lin Mubei discussed business in the private room.

With the "help" of Bo Hanshi, Qiao Yu had successfully weaned Bo Junxing. By now, his body had almost recovered. Perhaps he was craving for alcohol, so he loved both food and drink and dragged Nan Chu to the busiest bar on the street.

The two ordered a few of their favorite cocktails.

Qiao Yu complained to her: "Why didn't you tell me that you remarried Lu Zhilu?"

She learned about it from Bo Hanshi.

Nan Chu smiled awkwardly: "I don't even dare to post on WeChat Moments. I swore to you that I would never get married again, but... now my face hurts."

Qiao Yu understood and nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right. You forgave Lu Zhilu. I still remember how you cried because of those bags."

Nan Chu laughed, "I sold all those bags to second-hand shops."

Qiao Yu asked: "By the way, when will you return to the imperial capital?"

Nan Chu said: "I plan to finish the exam in the next two years, and then go for an interview at Imperial Capital TV Station. With my work experience at Shenzhen TV Station, it shouldn't be difficult to get the interview."

Qiao Yu raised his glass and clinked it with hers, "I believe you, you can do it!"

The two chatted for a while and drank a lot of wine without realizing it.

None of them can hold their liquor.

On the surface, Qiao Yu appears to be introverted and quiet, a type of cool beauty, but deep down... she's the type that talks nonsense when she's drunk.

Oh, the bad thing is, so is Nanchu.

Qiao Yu suddenly hooked Nan Chu's shoulder and asked, "Why don't you update your "After He Died, He Cried Like a Dog"? "

Nanchu: “Huh???”

Qiao Yu: "Didn't you write it? The word 衣刀 is written randomly, but isn't it just the word 初 when put together? And I remember you told me before that you write novels?"

Nan Chu was shocked: "When did you find out it was me?"

Qiao Yu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said calmly, "I noticed it a long time ago. Your author profile picture is exactly the same as the one you use on your Weibo account. I didn't even have the nerve to ask you why you wrote my Bo Hanshi like that. I'm telling you, he's not like that usually. Your character setting is OOC... Did you know that?"

Nan Chu's jaw dropped in shock, and he didn't dare to say a word: "You, you knew it all along, why didn't you expose me?"

Qiao Yu said seriously, "I'm afraid Bo Hanshi and Lu Zhilu will sue you for writing them like that, and the posture is wrong!"

The two men who happened to arrive at the bar behind him looked at each other.

What and what?

“??? Yu Yu, you are drunk! Don’t talk nonsense! I am not the author!”

Nan Chu reached out to cover her mouth, but it was too late!

Qiao Yu waved him away and said to himself, "What are you doing? I'm telling you, Bo Hanshi should be on top, and he should be from behind! Your writing is so bad... And Lu Zhilu, why is he so mean when he plays Xiao Ling! Just write him to death! Give Bo Hanshi a more affectionate official partner!"

Lu Zhilu, who was standing behind them, raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at his brother beside him: "Do you usually like to be followed by others?"

Bo Hanshi remained calm and said, "Did you hear that? You are a slut even if you are Xiao Ling."

What a weird focus!

Nan Chu was not happy when he heard this. He was drunk and said, "No, why did you write Lu Zhilu to death? Mint green is the best match! Why would I want to worship him if he died! No... Why did you write my husband to death? I will write your husband to death in a minute, believe it or not!"

Qiao Yu burst into laughter and mocked her: "I thought so! You didn't come to play with me these few times you came back! How come you are so unfaithful to me now that you are remarried!"

"…It was you who first suggested that I write Lu Zhilu to death! He's my husband! How could I write him to death!"

Qiao Yu propped up his dizzy head and stood up, "Oh, you mean, the one who must die is Bo Hanshi?"

"The title of the book is destined to have one person die, so I can only write Bo Hanshi dead..."

Qiao Yu pinched Nan Chu's shoulders and said, "How dare you write to kill my husband? I'll end our relationship in three minutes! No! One night!"