The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Floating Joy (70)

The noisy speedboat motor sounded away from the calm and cold sea, leaving the hustle and bustle behind.

The moonlight is cold.

Shu Le sat on the seat in the back row, looking down under the pale and sad moonlight——

Only then did he realize that his hands were trembling.

The Browning with a metallic luster was still tightly held in his palm.

There are a few traces of cold sweat on the place where it meets the skin.

Probably because it's been too long since I've seen blood.

Shu Le was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced back.

The heavy night will bury everything that happened.

Buried in the silent deep sea.

A subtle voice came from the driver's seat of the speedboat: "...Let me tell you, Director Shu Da, are you not afraid at all?"

Shu Le turned his head from the stagnant sea level.

Ryan adjusted the mast to autopilot and looked at Shule with a strange face.

Shu Le: "..."

Ryan leaned forward and said again, "Director Shu, have you ever killed someone before?"

Shu Le: "..."

What do you say?

Forget it, say it out and scare the kid to death.

Shu Le wiped off the gunpowder dust on the muzzle, and rolled Ryan's eyes with a half-smile: "Steer your boat well, there are so many words."

Ryan grinned: "Why don't you want me to drive with you?"

Shu Le was finally amused by Ryan's success. He leaned back, leaned crookedly on the seat, raised his chin slightly and said, "Go on, go on, come on, I'll give you a chance right away."

Ryan: "..."

Ryan wanted to tease him, but apparently failed, so he backed away: "Forget it, Director Shu Da, I'm afraid you'll kill me with a single shot."

Shu Le unloaded the gun with a smile: "How can it be, I still expect you to drive quickly, it is best to go ashore as soon as possible."

Ryan turned around: "If you shoot someone's son with your father's gun, aren't you afraid that Dems Federica will come to you to fight for your life?"

Shu Le spread his hands: "Then what should we do? Can we leave without firing that shot?"

Ryan interjected sharply: "More than one shot, you shot him three times and knocked him off the plane."

Shu Le: "...If you don't accept it, why don't you bite me?"

Ryan shook his head, stepped on the gas pedal again, and said slowly, "The young master is so kind to you, I thought you wouldn't have the heart to shoot."

Shu Le didn't answer, as if he didn't hear it.

The light and shadow of the lights have gradually appeared on the shore, and the city in the distance is reflected on the sparkling water, still in a gentle and peaceful sleep.

Ryan has never lacked the ability to entertain himself, and he didn't care whether Shu Le would answer, and then said: "If you don't shoot, I will take the opportunity to push you to his side, and then leave by myself. Hahaha!"

Shu Le: "..."

IQ is really an important thing that determines fate.

"That didn't go your way, I'm really sorry."

Shu Le put the gun into the holster with a blank expression and put it away, and covered the shape of the holster with a long coat.

Then he stood up and said, "You are more familiar with the route to Rome than I am. After you get ashore, you will send me directly to the embassy to apply for protection."

Ryan was surprised: "To the embassy?"

Shu Le raised his eyelids: "This is no nonsense? My mother must know about the fact that I shot Pei Shaozhi today. If I don't go to the embassy, ​​who can guarantee that I will leave this place safely?"

"Besides... the famous director Shu Le returned to the entertainment industry after disappearing for a month. Things are different, where will he go—"

Shu Le narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then revealed a wicked smile as he spoke.

He straightened his collar, propped his chin and said to Ryan, "How is it? Is there any gimmick in this title, and can you make money just by looking at it?"

Ryan: "..."

***

It turns out.

Shule has great potential to be a boss.

This title is extremely suitable as a talking point and attracts the attention of the public.

Especially when he is well-groomed and radiant.

Then, under the escort of the security team of the embassy, ​​when he flew all the way back to the capital from Rome, Italy, as an innocent victim, the fans who came to pick him up and the melon-eaters who came to watch him forcefully sent him to the top of the hot search list. one.

#Shule Return#

It is impossible to have any news of everything that has happened in this world, plus the physical problems of this circle itself.

Even if Shu Le never took the initiative to mention where he went during the disappearing month, how he got back, and what happened in the middle.

Related discussions and questions are still fermenting.

The heat doesn't last.

Instead, Shu Le's silence became the best help to achieve his image of a white lotus flower.

Weak, poor, helpless.

Still always silent, never make trouble.

It's really very distressing.

Where can I find such a good Lele?

Where to find?

Go out and turn left, pointing to the bookshelf.

There are 36 tricks to pretend to be Dafa.

Everyone who's seen it says it's good.

Comrade Shu Le, who has deep merit and fame, is sitting in Fengjue Media's own office, yawning and watching Shangjue's estate lawyer in front of him.

This lawyer seems to be an old celebrity of the business, with a severe Mediterranean sea on the top of his head, but he still likes to touch the few surviving hairs on the top of his head while reading a sentence.

It is also very persistent.

Shu Le always thought that Shang Jue's death was sudden, but the specific cause of the disease was only learned from his lawyer after returning to China.

acute leukemia.

The onset of the disease was sudden, and the time for admission to the hospital was delayed for several days.

Before finding the relevant matching type, people can't hold on anymore.

Fortunately, he was still conscious until he completely fell into a coma.

Sober left a complete will.

In it is written the ownership of his estate.

After all, after fighting for so many years, Shang Jue's inheritance is quite considerable, and the lawyer had to divide it into several parts and run errands to each department to complete the formalities.

The last part is the one who came to Shu Le for the handover today.

The transfer of the property rights of Fengjue shares.

Shang Jue owns 50.00% of Fengjue Media's shares under his name, and transferred some of it to Shu Le, leaving the other [-]% to Shu Le.

Coupled with the shares already held by Shule, the shareholding level exceeds 50.00%, and he is firmly seated as the chairman.

The lawyer has gone through the relevant procedures and printed the final document in three copies.

The board of directors, the notary office and Shule each hold a copy.

In addition to this share agreement, the lawyer also gave Shu Le the original copy of Shang Jue's will with an informed notice: "Mr. Shu, please sign the column with the signature of the heir."

Shu Le lowered his eyes and saw Shang Jue's name on the original will.

Written with a black signature pen, the strokes are a bit vain.

But as always, he was flamboyant and flamboyant.

It's like the person who has gone farther and farther in his memory.

Maybe it was scared by Pei Shaozhi, or maybe it was a real benefit——

In short, at this moment, Shu Le suddenly thought of Shang Jue.

From first meeting.

to the last side.

——"Hey, little one, do you look so good in a skirt?"

——"Follow my brother from now on, protect you, and prevent others from bullying you."

——"Shu Le, have you never really loved me for a minute or a second?"

All poor and rich, noble and mediocre, elegant or humble.

We have always been equal and treated equally in the face of death.

People die like lights go out.

Neither love nor hate exist.

Shu Le's strokes paused, and a little deep ink was embedded in the white signature, which was wiped off by subsequent strokes, making it no longer so obvious.

The lawyer with a Mediterranean style took back the documents and bowed to Shu Le: "Mr. Shu, all the distribution of Mr. Shang Jue's estate has been settled so far. If you have any doubts, you can call me to inquire at any time. "

Shu Le nodded, suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, you are the merchant's personal lawyer, right?"

The lawyer nodded: "Yes, I have worked as a lawyer consultant in Shang Jue's father's house since he was in office."

Shu Le said: "Then the current situation of the business... Are you going to change jobs in the future?"

The business collapsed completely.

Although Shu Le didn't say it clearly, the meaning in the words was clear and clear.

Shang Jue's parents died early, and most of his relatives were engaged in politics rather than business.

There is only one merchant, but he is an out-and-out lunatic.

It's fine when he's sober, but when he's crazy, he doesn't even recognize his relatives.

The lawyer looked very calm. He pushed his glasses and said to Shu Le: "Mr. Shu, don't worry about it. The more experience you have as a consultant lawyer, the easier it is to find a job. Thank you for your concern."

Shu Le wanted to say something more, but someone knocked on the office door.

The lawyer bowed halfway to Shu Le again: "Mr. Shu, goodbye."

Shu Le could only wave his hand: "Goodbye."

The office door opened and closed, but this time it was an old acquaintance who walked in—Lisa.

This was the first time that Shu Le saw an old acquaintance after returning to China except for his assistant Lin Yufan.

Or an old acquaintance who used to have a good relationship.

Shu Le smiled, stood up and poured a glass of water for Lisa: "Long time no see, how come the big beauty remembered to visit me today?"

He took out a straw from the locker next to the water dispenser and put it in a glass, then handed the glass to Lisa, "Today's lipstick color suits you very well, don't mess it up."

When Lisa was working as a special assistant with Shang Jue on weekdays, she often wore a straight and upright professional attire, paired with pointed high-heeled shoes, with a thin waist and long legs, and she walked with great momentum.

Today, he changed into a casual attire, and he looked four or five years younger, as if he had just started working.

She took the glass in Shu Le's hand, her expression froze for a moment, and she slowly sat down opposite Shu Le.

Shu Le temporarily stopped the work in hand, and said to Lisa with a smile: "What's the matter? You came to me specially, maybe just to drink a glass of lemonade."

Lisa just came back to her senses. She glanced at Shu Le and shook her head: "Of course not."

Shu Le also put two slices of lemon in his cup, took a sip, and his mouth was so sour.

Holding the water glass in her hands, Lisa said slowly, "I was just thinking about a saying that was widely circulated by many girls in the company."

Shu Le stared solemnly at the lemon slices that had sunk into the bottom of the cup, took a moment and said, "What are you talking about?"

Lisa looked at Shu Le: "Director Shu is handsome, gentle, and considerate to every girl. It would be such a blessing to be his girlfriend."

Shu Le: "..."

It sounds reasonable.

If he is not a natural bend.

Before Shu Le could answer, Lisa said, "When Shang Dong was alive, he always cared about this sentence."

Shu Le was stunned for a moment, then curled up his lips and smiled: "Really? He never mentioned it to me."

Lisa withdrew her gaze, looked at the lemon slice for a moment, and said softly: "Yes, he didn't have time to tell you a lot."

She paused slightly, "I won't have a chance to say anything in the future."

Shu Le: "..."

If you can still say it, it is estimated that there will be a supernatural event.

Still don't say it.

Forget it, let each other go.

Shu Le tried to find a lighter topic to start chatting again, but the communication between him and Lisa was so limited that he couldn't think of anything to talk about for a long time.

On the contrary, after Lisa drank two sips of lemonade, perhaps because of the sour toothache, she obviously calmed down a lot.

She pushed the glass away, and said to Shu Le: "Bai Weiran has submitted an application for termination of the contract, do you know?"

Shu Le naturally knew that he was still in the instinct of a good boss this morning to keep this little queen.

Of course, it’s okay to fail to retain success.

Shu Le was embarrassed to tell Lisa that she hadn't succeeded in her career, so she could only briefly say: "I see, her contract is about to expire, and even if she breaks the contract now, she won't be able to pay a lot of money."

Lisa seemed slightly annoyed.

She even raised her head again, glanced at Shu Le's face, and then looked away: "I thought that after Shang Dong left, you would ask me about him and Bai Weiran."

Shu Le: "..."

What is there to ask?

He is not an eighth wife.

Shu Le took out the lemon slices in the cup with a silver spoon and threw them away. He said speechlessly, "I didn't ask him when he was alive, so why wait until he's dead?"

Lisa was puzzled: "Aren't you curious?"

"Curious what?"

Shu Le was also very puzzled, "Curious about whether he has slept with each other? Or how long have they been together?"

Lisa bit her lip: "Aren't you curious why the business board is so special to Bai Weiran?"

Shu Le: "..."

Ok……

In fact, he was really not curious.

But the beautiful young lady seems to want him to feel that she is very curious...

Fine.

Miss Sister's request is always irresistible.

Shu Le leaned forward, trying to put on a look of eagerness for knowledge: "It's really special, well, why is that?"

Lisa probably had something in her heart, but she didn't see Shu Le's perfunctory, but reached out and took out a magazine from her bag.

Since Shu Le took over Fengjue Media, a copy of the artist's magazines under him will usually be sent to him.

And Shu Le had never read this magazine before, obviously it wasn't shot recently.

The cover of the magazine is a very popular star a while ago, but he is not a signed artist of Fengjue Media.

Instead, he saw a familiar name from the list of lines below - Bai Weiran.

At that time, Bai Weiran obviously hadn't reached the current position of the little queen, and could only occupy the inside pages of the magazine.

Lisa opened the magazine and turned to Bai Weiran's page.

The title is actually nothing new, and there are only a few photos.

It is probably due to the photographer's emphasis on face shapes. The angle of the side face accounts for most of the photos, and only two photos take [-]% of the front face.

Shu Le glanced across the magazine.

Just before he was about to look at ten lines at a glance, his eyes suddenly stopped on a photo.

This picture...

Lisa kept staring at Shule's movements.

It wasn't until he paused that Lisa glanced at the magazine following his gaze.

She said softly, "Director Shu, do you think this photo looks a lot like you?"

Shu Le was stunned for a moment, but smiled again after a while.

He glanced at Lisa, then looked at the photo twice dumbfounded: "Are you sure? I'm thousands of miles away from her..."

"She's very much like you when you were a child."

Lisa interrupted Shu Le.

Shu Le: "???"

I don't know if Shu Le's expression is too dazed, Lisa finally looked at Shu Le with a little bit of disappointment in his eyes.

She turned the magazine back another page.

only one page.

Between the thin pages of the magazine, there is a photo that has already turned yellow.

Due to the passage of time, or perhaps because the owner of the photo often looked at this photo, the four corners have been slightly damaged, and it looks a bit old.

But it is very flat, obviously carefully preserved.

Shu Le in the photo is wearing a women's school uniform, blue and white.

The wide sleeves and trousers covered all of his body contours, making it look like his whole body was wrapped in a sack, making him appear more slender and fragile.

Straight black hair fell from the shoulders, covering a slightly pale cheek.

He was resting his chin on his elbows, leaning on the railing and looking boredly at the playground.

Only half of his pretty side face was exposed.

A pointed nose, thin lips, and a smooth forehead that looked like it was waiting to be kissed.

There is also a pin in the hair, a small sunflower barrette that has long been out of fashion.

——That was Shu Le who was always at the age of 17.

At that time, Shu Le had not yet appeared in the obvious outline of a boy, and the long-term malnutrition and fear of being dependent on others were vividly reflected in him.

Lisa pulled out the photo and put it together with Bai Weiran's magazine picture.

Then she raised her head to look at Shu Le, and asked without blinking: "Shu Dao, do you like it?"

……

A few minutes passed.

Shu Le didn't speak.

Lisa's voice was low and low: "Maybe it's not as delicate as yours, but it is indeed..."

"But no one really stays 17 forever."

Shu Le stretched out his hand and closed the entire magazine neatly.

The 17-year-old him and Bai Weiran who hadn't caught fire were immediately pressed into the gap of time together.

Shu Le even smoothed the four corners of the old magazine by himself, and handed it back to Lisa.

Then said softly: "It is indeed worth commemorating, but not for me."

Lisa couldn't understand it at all, and even her voice was a bit sharp: "Why?! Dong Shang is obviously because Bai Weiran looks like you—"

"That's why you cheat? Because you change your mind? Or because you don't distinguish between men and women?"

A gentle smile emerged from the corner of Shu Le's mouth.

He stood up, filled Lisa's glass with water, and then said, "Don't be stupid, Lisa."

Lisa froze instantly.

Shu Le took two sips of water slowly, and said leisurely, "Whether he cares about the 17-year-old me or Bai Weiran; whether he is hesitant about liking men or women, or just trying to be fresh for a while, it doesn't matter." important."

"Important things, I've moved on for too long."

Shu Le stood up, "But he was very stubborn and stopped in place."

"And it just so happens that I am lazy by nature, and I hate waiting for others the most."

Shu Le smiled lightly, reached out and patted Lisa's shoulder, and said gently, "So the ending is very simple, I don't want to wait for him, and I don't want to look back."

And the people and things he put in the past scenery, whether it is Shang Jue or Bai Weiran——

It's like a pantomime that has ended. It used to be lively, but it can't make any waves anymore.

Just for fun.

But it is a very bad thing to watch the excitement and make the lovely and kind young lady cry.

Shu Le took out two printed wipes from the wipe box, handed them over gently, and said helplessly, "Stop crying, okay?"

Lisa's tears fell soundlessly, there was neither wailing nor crying, only a vague nasal sound.

She took the wet towel and wiped away her tears, and asked Shu Le the same question again very persistently: "Shu Le, have you ever loved Shang Dong?"

Shu Le: "..."

Shu Le took a deep breath in despair, raised his hands up and surrendered: "Love love love, love him love him, loved him, loved him, the true feelings are not adulterated at all."

Lisa wiped her swollen nose and asked with red eyes, "Then will you go to his funeral?"

Shu Le: "Go, go! Definitely go! It's not human if you don't go!"

Lisa stared at Shu Le with examining eyes for a while, stood up, bowed, turned and ran away.

Shu Le: "..."

It's amazing, since he was promoted and made a fortune, he became the president.

More and more people like to bow to him.

I don't know if it will shorten my life.

Also, Shang Jue, it's hard to say whether Leleai has ever loved you.

This little girl must love you so much she can't express it.

Alas, poor.

……

Shang Jue's official funeral was held on the third Sunday of the third month of his death.

weekend.

Seven o'clock, early in the morning.

What an unforgiving time.

Shu Le really didn't want to go at first, but after he thought about the promise he had made to Lisa that "it's not human if you don't go"...

Let's go, anyway, we have to be a person.

Shu Le had to get out of bed at [-]:[-] on weekends, wash her face and brush her teeth in one go.

Go out on time at [-]:[-], go downstairs and start driving.

It is rare to have no traffic jams on weekend mornings, and only occasionally a few red lights need to step on the brakes.

After driving a little further, Shu Le's cell phone rang suddenly.

I don't know who is the one who can call so early.

Shu Le didn't plan to answer the call at first, but he was so stubborn about this call that he dialed it many times in a row.

Finally, Shu Le was forced to find a place to park the car on the side of the road, and took out his phone to take a look.

unknown number.

Shu Le: "..."

When the time was up, the number was automatically disconnected, and then dialed in quickly.

Shu Le couldn't bear it anymore, so she had to pick up the phone: "Hello, who is it?"

"Good morning, Mr. Shu."

The phone line seemed to have crossed half of the world, and a soft and elegant voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "Long time no see, Mr. Shu still remember me?"

Shu Le frowned: "Mrs. Dems."

The voice on the other end of the phone rang faintly, with a cool smile and tone: "Look at what I heard, Mr. Shu wounded my son with my husband's gun and almost killed him directly, how could I Dare to be your Madam."

Shu Le's hand holding the steering wheel was tight, and without arguing, he said, "It happened for a reason, and I hope Madam will forgive me."

"Excuse me?"

Frederica's tone turned 360 degrees, and she returned to the bloody tenderness, "Mr. Shule, if August hadn't interceded for you, and he happened to be wearing a bulletproof vest at the time..."

"With all due respect, you've already gone to meet Satan."

It turned out that Pei Shaozhi was not dead.

Shu Le couldn't tell whether he was happy or not, but since Pei Shaozhi was not dead, the phone call between him and Frederica seemed even more unnecessary.

He will never be so stupid as to go to Italy again, and Pei Shaozhi's hand can't be stretched that far in China for the time being.

Shu Le didn't mind what Frederica said just now, but instead said: "If that's the case, that's the best. Please wish him a speedy recovery on my behalf."

The woman's smile immediately came from the other end of the phone.

There was a smile in her voice, but her tone was extremely cold: "Sorry, I'm afraid it won't work, Mr. Shu."

Before Shule could ask why, Frederica had already answered the next sentence.

"Augus just slipped out of the hospital not long after he was raised enough to be able to go to the ground. It's really disturbing."

Frederica's voice couldn't tell whether it was joy or anger, and the calmness made the scalp tingle, "I just checked the flight records, and he booked a plane for China at 06:30 Rome time this morning."

Shu Le: "..."

Why can't he take good care of the mentally ill and keep him from running around?

Do you know that this can easily cause panic?

Frederica wore a purple dress and sat in front of the fire. The carpet in front of her was already stained bright red by blood.

The bodyguard under him leaned forward and asked softly: "Madam, do you want to mention the next batch of people who might let the young master go to see you?"

Frederica waved her hand, her fingers covered in blood-red nail polish were slender, and it was impossible to tell where was blood and where was nail polish.

She wiped off her fingers one by one, and said, "Mr. Shu, you know, he is obviously looking for you. That's why I called this number, I hope you won't let me down."

Shu Le almost laughed angrily: "Mrs. Dems, I used to be a director, but now I'm a businessman. Without your means and ability, I can't guess what your standard of 'no disappointment' is."

Frederica said unhurriedly: "You are welcome. Of course I will not ask you to completely subdue August, but I just hope that you can keep him, and I will naturally send someone to bring him back."

It really seemed like something she would do.

Shu Le weighed whether to agree or not, and felt that it was just a difference between the public.

He paused, nodded and said: "I see, if there is news about him, I will contact you."

"You are such a nice fellow."

The corners of Frederica's mouth curled up slightly, and she said softly, "You should also know that if something happens to August with you, I will definitely send you down to accompany him."

Shu Le: "..."

Thank you, he didn't want to accompany Pei Shaozhi for the rest of his life.

Shu Le hung up the phone unceremoniously.

Although he heard the tragic news early in the morning, Shang Jue's funeral was already promised, and there was no way to cancel it because of this kind of "accident" that would happen at some point.

Shu Le let out a long sigh of relief and restarted the car.

Before it started, the cell phone that was thrown on the co-pilot rang again.

Shu Le subconsciously glanced at the phone screen.

Finally, it is not an unknown number.

——Lisa.

Talking to Lisa on the phone is a hundred times better than talking to Frederick. Shu Le picked up the phone and said hello feebly.

Lisa was taken aback by Shu Le's tone: "Director Shu? Are you okay?"

Shu Le rubbed his temples, and managed to pull himself together: "I'm still alive, I'm on my way, and I'll be there in about half an hour."

Lisa said "um" on the other end of the phone, but didn't hang up?

Shu Le asked, "Is there anything else?"

Lisa hesitated for a moment, but said: "Shang, Miss Shang wants me to invite you to visit her villa after the funeral."

Shu Le was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion: "I haven't been there for a long time, let alone now that Shang Jue is gone, why should I go to her place?"

Lisa's wording was intermittent, as if she was thinking while saying: "Miss Shang said... that she won't have the chance to meet in the future, and would like to treat you to a meal... Let's take it, let's treat it as a breakup meal."

Shu Le: "..."

Tsk, it turns out that in the merchant's mind, this break-up meal is only eaten now.

There are too many things to worry about today, and Pei Shaozhi is the one at the top.

I don't know if he was cast into a shadow, but now Shu Le only feels flustered when he hears Pei Shaozhi.

So he didn't even think about the merchant's request, and agreed after asking a few words casually: "The funeral will be over after twelve o'clock, so it's 01:30 noon?"

Lisa seemed to ask Shang Concubine, then turned around and gave Shu Le an affirmative answer: "Miss Shang Concubine said yes, see you then."

"Well, see you then."

Shu Le hung up the phone, rolled up the window, and started the car.

In the early years, the merchant was extremely busy with the business and had no time to get married; when he got older, he had mental problems, and there was no possibility of marriage.

So Lisa can only call her "Miss Merchant" forever.

Since Shu Le had a falling out with Shang Jue, she never went to Shang Yu's place again. This time, she went to find out everything, so naturally she no longer needed to wear women's clothes.

After wearing women's clothing for so many years, suddenly I don't need it... Thinking about it, it seems to be a happy thing.

Shu Le turned the steering wheel and turned into the cemetery.

It was only when they arrived in front of the monument that Shang Jue's funeral was unexpectedly simple.

Except for the tombstone that looked extraordinarily expensive on that side——

A priest in a white coat, a small band.

There are no extra guests, only the merchant, Lisa and Shu Le who just came over.

No, there is also Bai Weiran who is standing not far away.

When Shu Le came over, he happened to pass by Bai Weiran.

He stopped in his tracks, glanced at the merchant again, then turned his head and said to Bai Weiran, "Do you want to go together?"

Bai Weiran hesitated for a moment, then heeled up.

Shang Yu's calm face sank again when he saw Bai Weiran.

She squinted at Shu Le: "I just let her go, why did you bring her here?"

Shu Le was dressed in a neat black suit, with a white chrysanthemum pinned on his chest in a decent manner. He spread his hands and said, "Everyone is here, Miss Shang, are you sure you want to care about these things in front of Shang Jue's monument?"

The merchant's face was gloomy, but she didn't go crazy, she just said: "This is our own family's farewell ceremony, the company's large-scale farewell ceremony will only start in the afternoon, what's wrong with her coming now."

Shu Le said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a bouquet of flowers, how can I say it properly."

Shang Yu was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she finally took a step back and made way for her.

Shu Le stretched out his hand towards Bai Weiran, and said casually, "Ladies first."

Bai Weiran glanced at Shu Le with a complicated expression: "You really don't hate me?"

Shu Le: "..."

Girls' questions are always so esoteric and difficult to answer.

Because it doesn't feel right no matter what the answer is.

Shu Le could only shake his head: "I don't talk about these things, anyway, I don't blame you. I wish you smooth work and happy love in the future."

Bai Weiran opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something more, but she didn't say it after all.

On the bright side, there is a small farewell ceremony for the family members.

But the only person who can be regarded as a family member here is actually Shangyu.

At best, more Shule.

Just make up for it.

A bouquet of flowers was presented for each person, and the pastor's eulogy was also very brief, which was quite different from the large-scale farewell ceremony that was about to sing praises in the afternoon.

Sorrows gradually echoed in the morning sky.

Disappeared again.

When leaving, Shu Le didn't know why, and looked back at the person in the photo in front of the monument.

In the black and white photo, Shang Jue smiled softly, and his eyes seemed to look at the person he loved so much through the limitations of the paper.

Suddenly.

Shu Le suddenly discovered that he actually remembered when Shang Jue's photo was taken.

That was when he and Shang Jue were 17 years old.

When the photo was taken, he was sitting in front of the threshold of the photo studio, playing an old-fashioned Xiaobawang game console very seriously.

He was patiently waiting for Shang Jue to come out, holding his hand so that he could take him to a sumptuous dinner.

It's a pity what was eaten at the end of that dinner.

He has already lost his memory.

……

Although Shu Le hadn't visited the merchant's villa for a long time, she was still not surprised that she still firmly lived in the old house far away from the city.

Reclusive, taciturn, hysterical.

This in itself is a true portrayal of Shangyu as an extreme maniac modeling depression.

She has suffered from this illness for so many years, especially in the early years when Shang Jue searched almost all the famous psychiatrists in the country and abroad——

There is only one conclusion, the patient does not cooperate with the treatment.

So the treatment is not effective at all.

However, under very few normal conditions, the merchant concubine still looks a bit like a lady.

Shu Le refused the request to share the car with the merchant, and drove behind the merchant's car by himself, driving from the cemetery to the merchant's villa.

Before driving, Shu Le thought about the phone call Frederica gave him this morning.

Sitting in the driver's seat, he hesitated for a while, and then deliberately took out his mobile phone and put it where he could see it.

If you encounter a neuropathy, you should call the police immediately to ensure your own safety.

The urban area on weekends is already congested near noon.

It was more than an hour before the agreed time of 01:30 when we finally arrived at the merchant's villa.

Shu Le was impatient in the traffic jam on the road.

The moment I closed the car door, I swore that I would never come to this ghost place again.

Not only is it remote and desolate, but it hasn't changed for 800 years.

Merchant's obsessive-compulsive disorder requires her to return every item to its original position.

That's why.

When he walked into the villa with the merchant, he found that the decoration this time had finally changed from before——

Shu Le was also surprised: "You changed the decoration layout?"

Shang Concubine glanced expressionlessly at the entrance where Shu Le was staring at, and nodded coldly: "Come in, you don't need to change your shoes."

Shu Le didn't bother to take off his shoes, so he stepped on the heels of his shoes.

Then he put the gift that had already been prepared in the trunk of the car on the table, and said politely: "I bought it for you, I wish you a younger and happier life."

"young?"

The merchant who was walking in front suddenly turned around and glanced at Shu Le.

Shu Le's spine was chilled by this look.

But the merchant had already looked away, and said slowly, "All the young people in the merchant are dead."

Shu Le: "..."

He couldn't even refute.

In the past, when Shu Le came here with Shang Jue, they would sit in the lobby downstairs, and at most they would go to the restaurant outside the entrance to have dinner together.

But now the merchant's footsteps are non-stop, and she is about to go to the second floor.

Shu Le hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak.

But the merchant said: "The first floor is used to entertain the merchant's daughter-in-law, you are no longer."

Shu Le: "..."

Okay, okay, you are the only businessman.

Everything you say makes sense.

The spiral staircase of the old house is paved from the first floor to the highest third floor, and there is another door through the roof of the fourth floor.

It was only after Shu Le came up that he realized that Shang Yu hadn't lied to him.

The third floor is indeed like a decent living room.

Ordinary sofas, ordinary decorations, and even the chandelier on the ceiling are featureless.

If you want to say that the only bright spot is that the floor-to-ceiling windows are large, clean and transparent, and you can see the beautiful scenery outside the window from a distance.

Shang Yu sat down on the chair and signaled to Shu Le: "If you want to drink water, pour it yourself."

Shu Le: "..."

Shu Le silently poured himself a cold cup.

Then he turned around and sat silently opposite the merchant.

By the way, I glanced at my watch, and prepared to leave in an hour.

But soon Shu Le found that the merchant was much more talkative than usual today, and her mental state was also better.

She took a serious look at the men's clothing on Shu Le, and said with admiration: "I used to see you wearing women's clothing more often, but now I see you wearing men's clothing, which is also very good."

Shu Le twitched the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, thank you."

Shang Yu leaned back in her chair: "I heard that Shang Jue gave you 40.00% of the shares?"

Well, here comes the accountant.

Shu Le reckoned that sooner or later there would be such a day, it would be better to settle the matter earlier, so he nodded cheerfully: "You remember correctly, that's right."

Shang Yu stood up, walked to the door of the room and pushed the door closed, then turned her head to look at Shu Le who was sitting on the chair for a while.

That look is very strange, making people shudder.

Just when Shu Le thought that Shang Yu might start to get nervous again, Shang Yu changed the topic.

She pointed to this room, and suddenly said to Shu Le: "In the beginning, this room was the master bedroom of Shang Jue's parents, and it was also the largest bedroom in this villa."

Shu Le was stunned for a moment, and followed Shang Yu's gaze to look around the room where he was staying for a week.

I don't know how many times it has been remodeled, but in short, it doesn't look like a bedroom anymore.

However, Shu Le has always been a supporter, and said calmly, "So that's it, it should be a very good room."

"It's really good."

The merchant's eyes didn't know where to fall.

Even though the room was not big, her voice was low and hoarse, "Since his parents' accident, this bedroom has been abandoned and no one has lived in it again."

Shu Le: "..."

Gee.

Damn, Lele is so scared.

Shang Yu finally walked back to Shu Le.

She seemed to have just taken a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet in the house, and lifted the cap skillfully.

He took out two goblets from the cabinet, one was placed in front of Shu Le, and the other was placed in front of himself.

Fill up.

The bright red wine swayed gently in the mirror's goblet.

Shang Yu picked up one of the glasses and said softly, "Shang Jue's parents bought it at an auction abroad. In [-], it was going to be used as wedding wine at A Jue's wedding banquet. Let's have a drink."

Shu Le: "..."

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