minister under clothes

If authenticity has nothing to do with happiness, it will always take courage to accept it.

The next day Wang Zijin specially sent a full set of formal clothes, and Lu Qingyi hid in the bedroom alone and put them on. Perhaps it was because the suit was too stiff that he felt extremely uncomfortable, and the hesitation that had been wandering in his heart was suddenly infinitely magnified.

...Why do you have to find out what you don't want to know? Wouldn't it be better to just pretend that nothing happened?

Unable to overcome his hesitation, he sat on the edge of the bed and pressed his phone aimlessly.

Suddenly an email came in, and it came from the e-mail address that Yan Tou specially applied for.

Lu Qingyi froze for a moment, then followed the address in the mailbox and clicked in.

It's a video on YouTube.

The tone is warm, the music is soft, and the situation of the pet shelter is recorded with simple shots. The text is also touching and powerful, and the production is very beautiful.

What's more, Yan Tou himself appeared on the scene and called on everyone to adopt instead of buying, which already has a lot of retweets.

Lu Qingyi lightly touched his charming smile on the screen with his fingertips, as if he saw him in person, he didn't know where the strength came from, he took a deep breath, stood up and opened the door: "I'm going alright."

Wang Zijin, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea boredly, got up and looked at him with admiration: "Did no one say that you are suitable for such a dress?"

The tailor-made suit outlined Lu Qingyi's slender waist and narrow hips, and the noble fashion gave him a more attractive aura, which was indeed very seductive.

It's a pity that Lu Qingyi had no intention of admiring himself, so he forced a smile: "Let's go."

Wang Zijin nodded, and suddenly said: "Fate is only responsible for shuffling the cards."

Lu Qingyi looked up suspiciously.

Wang Zijin said softly: "You are the one playing cards, so there is nothing to be afraid of, trust me."

In such a dark season, the very strange private club also reveals the extravagance and splendor of money inside and out.

Whether it is the green plants that are not afraid of the severe cold, the exquisitely designed interior of the corridor, or the service with excessive etiquette, there are two words very accurately: enjoyment.

This consumption place from the upper class in Europe is already commonplace for Wang Zijin. He took Lu Qingyi all the way to the casual coffee shop near the gym as if he was in no one's land, and only signaled to wait after finding a place to sit down. The waiter next to him asked, "Are they here?"

The waiter nodded.

Wang Zijin smiled and said softly, "Then wait a while."

Lu Qingyi felt restless.

He suddenly understood that Wang Zijin had already mastered all the secrets, and what he saw in the hospital was just a test. Maybe the real test of his endurance was what happened a few minutes later.

But what is the heavier blow?Knowing why my father abandoned me and knowing that he has been living a very good life, isn't it enough?

When he was thinking wildly, Wang Zijin suddenly coughed lightly.

Lu Qingyi came back to his senses. He should have been peeking quietly, but for some reason he got up out of control and even knocked down the chair.

The loud noise that followed attracted everyone's attention, and also made the two men who had just walked in and were talking happily stop in surprise.

dad.dad.

Lu Qingyi stared blankly at one of them, his eyes changed from astonishment to emptiness.

The culprit who has been alone for more than a decade looks so personable, wealthy and decent.

A moment later, Lu Qingyi suddenly looked at the so-called lover again, and at the same time, as if struck by lightning, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face lost all blood.

There are thousands of men in this world, who can't do it, why is it him? !

This person will appear in newspapers, in the news, and as a "father" in family portraits, always placed on the bedside of the dormitory by Yan Tou.

"Yan...Yan Shenming." Lu Qingyi couldn't help calling out his name, his body trembling with discomfort.

Seeing that he was about to collapse, Wang Zijin, who was watching the situation, hurried forward to support him, looked at the two completely frozen fathers with a half-smile, and suddenly squeezed Lu Qingyi's arm tightly, signaling him to stay strong .

Lu Yuelou never liked her son.

Marriage was completely the fate of his miserable parents, and his wife's spoiled and savage personality made him dislike the child who was three points similar to her.

It's hard to describe the past, but since he and Yan Shenming had reconciled, he left Beijing and never planned to come back.

During the period, he also called his father twice and three times, wanting to do some responsibilities as a father, but he was always sternly rejected by the old man, so he gave up. So if it wasn't a coincidence, it couldn't be more coincidental. When I heard that Yan Shenming's son and his own son Inexplicably falling in love, Lu Yuelou had no intention of showing up at all.

——Living in New York, although he has no relationship with Yan Shenming in name, and has no communication with his family, but he is quite his personal favorite, almost occupying this man's entire mind and feelings, which is quite satisfactory.

But at this moment, when Lu Qingyi suddenly stood in front of him defenseless and stared at him, Lu Yuelou was still deeply shocked, so that he couldn't look directly at the child, and his well-maintained face was exposed. A faint look of panic.

Fortunately, Yan Shenming came back to his senses, and walked forward with a forced smile: "You are Xiaoyi, you really look like your father."

"Does Yan Tou know..." Lu Qingyi finally spoke, but it was this sentence.

Yan Shenming was slightly stunned, and shook his head: "I don't know at all."

Lu Qingyi's voice trembled slightly: "Never let him know."

Lu Yuelou hurried forward: "Shall we talk?"

"What are you talking about? Aren't you dead?!" Lu Qingyi glared at him.

Lu Yuelou felt guilty: "Xiaoyi..."

Lu Qingyi suddenly interrupted him: "Shut up, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Then he snatched the door away in embarrassment.

Wang Zijin hurriedly chased after him, leaving only this quiet little restaurant in a mess.

Grandpa Lu is still on the hospital bed with fluids.

He didn't expect that the quiet life he had built for his grandson with all his life had been ruined, and he was still holding a childish letter, leaning against the bedside and worrying sadly.

The letter was written by Yan Tou, and it was sent by the nurse with lunch, and the content was also very few.

"Grandpa, what happened these days makes me feel unspeakably guilty. I hope your condition recovers day by day. How much I miss the happy time I spent with you and Tsing Yi at that time. I never expected my love for him. Love will make you so angry, please don't blame him, as long as you feel that our affairs are wrong, I will keep a distance and stop disturbing your life, but please believe that if Lu Qingyi loses your support in this life, And I will be a substitute who will never leave.”

Some childish but so sincere language.

But no matter whether Grandpa Lu can tolerate the feelings of the two boys, he still knows silently that they are completely impossible.

Sighing slightly, the letter was folded and pressed under the pillow.

Unexpectedly, not long after, the nurse came in with a smile and said, "Ms. Lu, a lady came to visit you."

Grandpa Lu thought he was a junior from the troupe, so he braced himself to welcome him.

But in the next second, an imposing and immaculate Western beauty stood at the door very arrogantly, looked around, and then said in standard Chinese: "Are you Lu Yuelou's father?"

Grandpa Lu frowned.

"This is my business card." Gabrielle sneered as she handed over a small paper card with a scent on it, and snorted, "I think it's time for us to meet."

Grandpa Lu probably already guessed her identity, but he still asked, "Are you...?"

"Even if Lu Yuelou won't let my husband go, can you please let your precious grandson let my son go?" Gabrielle's eyes were sharp, and she replied sarcastically with condemnation.