loveless marriage

Mr. Cheng didn't come back, Kenny looked at the empty office, feeling a little worried.

Mr. Lu didn't allow anyone to touch Chengzong's things. He locked himself in the office on the top floor and didn't see anyone.

In the office on the top floor, with the curtains closed, Lu Jing sat in the dark, flipping through Zhuo Yu's diary, which described his miserable childhood, and his dissatisfaction with the Lu family and Lu Jing.

Lu Jing suddenly felt that maybe Xiaoyu had never loved him, and he just wanted to use his favor to become the wife of the Lu family and get rid of his humble status as a slave. Lu Jing didn't hate him, and he didn't feel bad at all.

He recalled that when he and Xiaoyu were "passionately in love", he treated him like a younger brother and took him by his side to love him, but he didn't have any desire to kiss or hug him. He thought it was because he regarded Xiaoyu as a hazy heart. The pure moonlight, he couldn't bear to touch it, but after falling in love with Cheng Tianqing, he realized that facing his beloved, even an iceberg would turn into soft fingers, wanting to be lingering with his lover all the time.

Maybe there is no love between him and Xiaoyu from the beginning to the end. One stubbornly clings to the beautiful memories of childhood, and the other has other plans. Why aren't they imprisoning each other?I hope that Xiaoyu can get the peace and freedom he has always longed for when he leaves the world...

And Lu Jing's heart, at some point, has been completely occupied by Cheng Tianqing, he longs for him... longs for his taste, longs for his kiss, his sly and cynical smile always makes him angry, he wants to completely , own him completely.

This is love. It's just that Lu Jing has done too many stupid and wrong things before, and now he understands that it's too late.

Lu Jing put down the diary, covered his forehead with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Cheng Tianqing..."

"Boss Lu." Kenny knocked on the door outside, he was very worried about Lu Jing, "Your suit has been ironed."

After a long time, Lu Jing said, "Come in."

Still alive... Kenny heaved a sigh of relief. He opened the door, walked into the office, put the suit on the table, and said, "Boss Lu, the suit is on the table."

"Yes." Lu Jing replied in a deep voice.

Kenny hesitated for a while, then took out something from his suit pocket, put it on Lu Jing's palm, and said, "When I was ironing your suit, I found this thing in my pocket." Lu Jing frowned, looked down, It is a white shell with fine sea sand embedded in the lines.

"Shell? How could there be such a thing...?" Lu Jing was at a loss. This suit was worn the day he went to find Mr. Heng. He was very close to him that day, and the only one who had the opportunity to put the shell in his pocket was the suit. Mercer!

Why did Mercier put the shells in his pocket?Is it a hint?Could it be...! !

Lu Jing's eyes lit up, he stood up, and said in a deep voice, "Order your men to search for every small island in the Pacific Ocean, and don't let any one go."

"But this search area is too big!!"

"Stop talking nonsense!!"

In five days, Lu Jing's men located a remote private island in the Pacific Ocean by analyzing the sea sand on the shells.

The helicopter landed on the small island. Lu Jing stepped on the soft sea sand, armed with a gun, and led people into an abandoned warehouse in the east of the island. There was no one in the warehouse. Lu Jing rushed to the door of the innermost room. Kicking open the iron door, the room was empty, and there were two cold iron chains on the floor. Lu Jing walked in, bent down, and picked up the iron chains. He couldn't imagine how much Cheng Tianqing had suffered here.

"Mr. Lu, there is no one on the island, they should have already left." Kenny walked to him and said.

Lu Jing saw the sandalwood necklace he gave to Cheng Tianqing next to the iron chain. He slowly picked up the necklace and held the pendant in his hand, his eyes hurt...

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