Marry First, Love Later

As soon as Zhang Wen exited the room, Lu Yinong, who was holding the portrait on the bed and being silly, immediately moved. He quickly jumped out of the bed, picked up the steaming bowl of dumplings, and carefully stuffed them under the bed. It was so precious that he couldn't bear to eat it.

He is reluctant to use all the things that Qiu Zhanxiong left him now. He knows that these foods are stored at home before, so he can't eat them. They are all left by the old man.

Lu Yinong thought self-deceivingly, and was very paranoid. He hid the meals that Zhang Wen brought him every day under the bed. He laughed and cried silently looking at the dried and even hairy food that he hid under the bed.

He seems to have lost his sense of hunger. It has been a week, and no one has noticed that he has not eaten. Someone will come to give him a bottle every day. He thinks that he has not been starved to death. Maybe it is because of the nutrition added in those medicine bottles agent.

After appreciating the treasures under the bed, Lu Yinong hugged the old man's portrait and walked out of the bedroom, and went directly to Qiu Zhanxiong's room where he lived. He lay on the bed and took a deep breath, his eyes were red but he couldn't shed any tears. up.

dad……

you come back...

Your deepness knows that you are wrong...

don't leave me daddy...

Lu Yinong broke the mobile phone and broke the mobile phone card. Qiu Zhanxiong never contacted the people he contacted when he was alive. He didn’t like the clothes he wore. He corrected all the mistakes, he knew it was too late, too late!

Lu Yinong lay flat on Qiu Zhanxiong's bed, slowly closed his eyes looking at the ceiling, holding Qiu Zhanxiong's portrait tightly in his arms, breathing gradually.

"Nong Nong..." The invisible thick fog blocked Lu Yi Nong's sight. In the darkness, he could hear Qiu Zhanxiong's call, a gentle, paternal call full of paternal love, "Nong Nong Wake up thick, don't go to sleep...it's dawn...you should go back..."

"Dad, Dad, I was wrong, please forgive me Dad, come back Dad, I beg you, I will obey you in everything from now on, please don't leave alone, Dad..."

"Nongnong...be obedient...go back..." Lu Yinong just couldn't see Qiu Zhanxiong's appearance, only his gentle and kind voice in the darkness, only his voice.

"Dad, you forgive me. I won't go back, I don't want to go back, I want to go with you Dad, I can't bear your dad...you believe me...I really don't have feelings for you...I regret it...I regret it Terrible...I look back at my 27 years of life...only failures...I let you down...it was all my fault...my fault..."

"Don't come, I won't accept you. You go back and live a good life, you must be strong. Rely on yourself, Dad is watching you in the sky, and Dad will always be watching you in the sky, thick, you can do it..."

"No. I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving Dad! Don't drive me away!!!"

"Huh? The young master woke up. Thank God..." Lu Yinong fell into a coma after falling asleep with his portrait on Qiu Zhanxiong's bed. Instead of falling asleep, I passed out from hunger.

Beside him was his sister-in-law who was weeping with joy, and this voice moved Lu Yinong, who was still in a semi-comatose state, to tears.

He wanted to open his eyes and say don't cry, he wanted to hug the two remaining people in the family and say thank you, but he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Then, he heard a familiar voice saying to Sister-in-law: "Go and rest first, I'll just come here."

"Hey. Hey. Mr. Zhen has worked hard..."

After the sister-in-law opened the door and went out, Zhen Dongbei, who was standing in front of Lu Yinong's bed, turned his head back, only to see tears rolling down the slits of Lu Yinong's tightly closed eyes.

Sighing softly, she stretched out her thumb to wipe away the tears from his eyes, and said softly, "Don't cry, Ah Nong, you still have me..."

It was fine if the man didn't say this, but after he finished speaking, Lu Yinong's eyes were like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, and hot teardrops rolled out one by one, hurting Zhen Dongbei who was wiping away his tears. that finger.

At night, Lu Yinong, who had been in a coma for five days, finally woke up. He opened his eyes cautiously, for fear that he heard Zhen Dongbei's voice in a dream, and was very afraid that he would find everything after opening his eyes. Just a dream.

"Stop hugging..." It was still the same face, so familiar that it made one's heart palpitate.Zhen Dongbei smiled and took the portrait from his hand, which he had held tightly in his arms for five days, "Holding it like this is disrespectful to father, and it should be returned to its original place."

Lu Yinong didn't say anything, except for the late Qiu Zhanxiong, Zhen Dongbei was the only heart medicine that could release Lu Yinong's soul.

Turbulent tears burst out of the eyes, and Lu Yinong cried silently, extremely sad.

This year is so regretful that the past has passed, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and everything is recovering.Sister-in-law and Zhang Wen left the Qiu mansion one after another. On the night they left, Lu Yinong knelt in front of Qiu Zhanxiong's portrait and cried for most of the night. No matter what, he couldn't avoid the fact that he was mad at Qiu Zhanxiong. Therefore, a person like him should be cut to death.

He has already cut off all contact with the outside world, and he is not going to "IDO". He Fangyuan and Jia San'er parted ways that day, and he has not seen them since that day, and He Fangyuan and Jia San'er also met at Qiu Zhanxiong's funeral. Learned the news of Qiu Zhanxiong's sudden death.

The two of them were very surprised. Lu Yinong did not show up at all during the funeral, and Zhen Dongbei would take full control of it as a "daughter-in-law". The funeral was very low-key, but not simple. The old man threw off Pen'erkang's spirit head banner and did everything, but some people still accused him of plotting the property of the Qiu family. Regarding this, Zhen Dongbei didn't say a word, and ignored those villains in a very high-profile way.

Afterwards, Zhen Dongbei quickly took over Qiu Zhanxiong's supermarket chain, logistics company, and a pharmaceutical factory. He got started very quickly, and it was a blockbuster.

Wan Rong was in great grief after Qiu Zhanxiong's death, but she still attended Qiu Zhanxiong's funeral in a high-profile manner. She wished she could pretend to be the hostess, stand in the position of the hostess, and beat Qin San viciously. Gong Gong's face also made Qin Zheng a laughing stock again.

In addition, Wan Rong often went to the Qiu Mansion to take care of Lu Yinong, basically without Lu Yinong's knowledge. In her heart, she had already paranoidly regarded Lu Yinong as her biological relative with Qiu Zhanxiong. Son, if Qin Zheng and Lu Yinong fell into the river at the same time, she would not hesitate to save Lu Yinong.

Other people's sons don't know how good she is, and even if they know, they won't be grateful to her, because she covets other people's husbands.

His son expected her to be good, but he couldn't get it!

Evil fate, evil love, evil obstacle...

The Qiu Mansion is no longer as lively as it used to be. There are only two people in the empty old house, Lu Yinong and Zhen Dongbei. The former just woke up, and the latter has already left for the company.

Lu Yinong walked out of Qiu Zhanxiong's room in dismay, ready to go downstairs to take care of the flowers and plants that Qiu Zhanxiong loved most when he was alive. When he stepped on the wooden stairs, the sun just shifted outside the window, and the bright The window shines in, sprinkling golden light into the room.

Under the old window, in front of the rattan chair, fragrant tea, chess game, father.

"Dad!" Lu Yinong was stunned and then happy. He saw Qiu Zhanxiong, who was lying on the wicker chair in front of the window, basking in the sun leisurely. He was so excited that he couldn't describe it. As he approached, his smile froze.There is no fragrant tea, no unfinished chess game, and no old father, only the empty rattan chair in front of the window, and only a few tree shadows whirling under the mottled light and shadow.

Lu Yinongfu got down and slowly knelt down in front of the old rattan chair, roaring silently, already heartbroken.

Dad, I really know I was wrong, can you forgive me...?

so cold.Lu Yinong lay curled up under the empty rattan chair, like a kitten afraid of shrinking itself into a ball, trembling and crying, so small that he wished to sink himself into the dust in the light and shadow.

Lonely, he lay in front of his father's favorite rattan chair for a whole day without moving, recalling the past, intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

"Dad, I want that gun!" Five-year-old Lu Yinong combed the watermelon taro's round hijab, wore a small blue plaid shirt and suspender jeans, and was hugged tightly by Qiu Zhanxiong. He lifted his son up to the sky, and let the little naughty bun sit on his neck and swing his two calves to go shopping.

"Why do you want that gun?" Holding his son's two chubby hands, the young Qiu Zhanxiong asked the little man riding on his shoulders with a smile on his face as he twisted his neck.

"Because I want to protect Dad!"

The sonorous and forceful voice lingered in the man's head. At that moment, his heart melted into water. He couldn't help but grabbed his son, hugged him in his arms, and kissed the little man's cheek with all his strength. After brushing the child's face, the little donkey wrinkled his eyebrows and groaned, and pushed his father's face with his fat hands.

"Nong Nong, Daddy's baby..."