minister under clothes

Does he know?Does he know?

Did he know about Lu Yuelou and Yan Shenming?

……

During the few seconds that Lu Qingyi hugged Yan Tou, he couldn't help but ask the biggest doubt in his heart.

But the words came to my lips, but I didn't mention them after all.

"Don't worry about those people anymore, I'll help you leave, and I'll pay the liquidated damages for you." Yan Tou has already found his people, and also inquired about some things by the way, like Lu Qingyi, the art director, who has mastered too many ancient galleries As for the business secrets, people will never let him go easily after just letting him work for two years.

Lu Qingyi gradually let go, straightened his shirt in silence, and said after a long time: "Of course I want to leave, but it's not me who compensates them, they compensate me!"

Yan Tou frowned: "It's not worth taking risks for money."

Lu Qingyi raised his eyes: "Just make less trouble."

Yan Tou said, "I'm worried about you."

Hearing this, Lu Qingyi smiled softly in an instant, and stretched out his fingers to draw slowly on Yan Tou's painful chest just now: "Would you like to restore the old with me?"

Yan Tou replied impatiently: "Of course."

"Then sever ties with your parents." Lu Qingyi still smiled.

Yan Tou's face suddenly showed hesitation.

This hesitation caused Lu Qingyi to instantly lose all the brilliance that had been visible just now. He slowly put down his hands, and then got out of bed to leave.

Yan Tou grabbed him and said, "Can you stop being so naive?"

"I'm not naive anymore!" Lu Qingyi said angrily, and then lowered his voice: "Perhaps, I still have a little fantasy about you and me."

Yan Tou looked into his eyes and said: "No, that's not a fantasy, it's just that even if I want to sever the relationship, it won't change anything. I will protect you in other ways. From today on, you are mine."

"Let go!" Lu Qingyi suddenly became angry, no longer showing the little warmth just now, and his eyes were even too sharp: "You heard clearly, I belong to no one, I belong to myself! Are you willing to talk to your mother?" If you advance together and retreat together, you will never be able to get close to me, because I never intend to forgive her!"

Yan Tou still wanted to stop her, but Lu Qingyi frowned delicately again: "Only if your mother is no longer your mother and your father is no longer your father, can we have a future, otherwise, if I say one more word, I will forget about the future." Your last bit of nostalgia."

So what can we do?

Yan Tou could only look at Lu Qingyi's back as he left in a hurry.

Facing the quiet room, he sighed helplessly, then picked up the phone and told Rui Dan: "Ask someone to protect Tsing Yi."

In fact, after he finished speaking, he felt very sad in his heart: Lu Qingyi has lived a good life for so many years, and he no longer needs the late protection that he never honored.

When Lu Qingyi returned to the hotel where he was staying, it was completely dark.

From the moment he walked in the gate, some sneaky people stared at him.

If the dog is in such a commotion, it means that the owner of the dog has appeared.

Opening the door, Lu Qingyi saw Wang Zijin sitting in the middle of the sofa, his eyes full of anger.

But he was not moved at all, instead he acted angrier than Wang Zijin, slammed the door hard, took out a box of salad from the refrigerator, poured another glass of wine, and then stood at the bar table frowning and ate.

Wang Zijin frowned and observed for a while, then smiled: "Why, are you unhappy seeing your old lover?"

Lu Qingyi ignored it.

Wang Zijin walked over and held down his wine glass: "I'm talking to you."

Lu Qingyi finally raised his eyes and snorted, "Is it possible that you rich people don't understand what respect means?"

Wang Zijin smiled: "Of course I know, otherwise even if I want you here tonight, what can you do to me?"

"As you wish." Lu Qingyi poked the fruit in the box with a fork: "As long as you are not afraid of seeing a dead body next to you tomorrow morning."

Wang Zijin suddenly pinched his chin: "You are reluctant to die, look at your eyes full of hatred."

Lu Qingyi didn't change his face, and said softly: "If you don't believe me, give it a try."

Wang Zijin didn't accept the provocation, but let go instead: "When did I ever force you, it's just..."

He raised his voice: "If you go to see Yan Tou again, things will not be certain."

Lu Qingyi didn't react much, as if he didn't hear it.

This arrogance finally annoyed Wang Zijin, he put his arms around Lu Qingyi, and tore the shirt that had already been violated that day, while Lu Qingyi was struggling, he even counterattacked with a sharp fork in his hand, although Wang Zijin dodged in an instant, However, the back of the hand was still cut with a long cut, dripping with blood.

Lu Qingyi took half a step back, staring at the pair of green eyes that had become like beasts, faintly sweating, then threw down the silver fork abruptly, leaned against the bar and whispered: "Why, why does everyone treat me like a monster?" Objects, if you want something, you want it, if you want to throw it away, you can throw it away, I have to do whatever I want, I also have feelings, if I am not allowed to have feelings, why am I alive!"

Wang Zijin covered the wound with a tissue, gradually calmed down his shortness of breath, squatted in front of him and said softly: "Don't be angry, why bother, didn't you have a good life in Paris, try your best to meet Yan Tou, let yourself Disappointed."

Lu Qingyi's teary eyes were too fragile, and the tip of his nose was also red.

"I'll ask Brice to hand over work to you as soon as possible, and come back to Paris with me." Wang Zijin slowly straightened his flawless hair with uninjured hands, and the half-truth and half-false gentleness came into his voice.

Lu Qingyi was not in charge of this art exhibition. It is understandable for him to let the original person in charge continue to do it after he was discovered acting without authorization.

Lu Qingyi was silent in a daze.

Wang Zijin finally chooses to believe that these eight years are enough to change anyone. Even if the hallucinations about love used to come out to be silly, now that he has seen the reality, he should know what the reality is like.

Although Lu Qingyi never agreed to his pursuit, how could anyone in Paris dare to pursue him?

The emotional and physical vacancies in people still need to be filled after all.

Wang Zijin had no doubts, he could wait until the day when Lu Qingyi couldn't bear it any longer.

"I don't want Lola, I hate her, why do you find it interesting to let her step on my head and point fingers?" Lu Qingyi asked suddenly, the unhappiness on his expression was real.

Wang Zijin bent his eyes: "I have told her to go back first, you will never see her again, I just want to keep you safe, I think so much."

Lu Qingyi returned to his usual half-smile look: "Aren't you my biggest danger?"

"Okay, don't sit here and make trouble." Wang Zijin helped him up from the carpet.

Lu Qingyi tucked his obstructive long hair behind his right ear, and poured himself half a glass of wine: "I want to stay by myself for a while."

"Well, have a good rest." Wang Zijin replied, leaning over to kiss his face, but Lu Qingyi dodged sensitively.

The two kept a close distance to a stalemate.

Wang Zijin finally gave up and left his room with a smile.

Lu Qingyi still stood there and continued his dinner, because he also guessed that there were surveillance cameras everywhere, and he had long been used to living in endless performances.

The movement of drinking is normal, the movement of eating salad is also normal.

But if anyone looks into his eyes, he will find that there is a raging flame burning inside, which is completely different from the peaceful surface.

At the beginning, when I left Beijing, I couldn't cry more miserably, and almost lost all my dignity.

And now that he dares to come back, none of the people who made him cry at the beginning can laugh again!

Is it love that makes you persist in living hard?

Lu Qingyi couldn't help but sneer at himself in the mirror.

Because he knows very well that only hatred can make people bear it!

But he wasn't sure yet. If love and hate were to confront each other, who would survive and who would disappear?