Mr. Lu was heartbroken after I left

Sure enough, when he heard the word leave, Xu Zhuoyang cheered up and asked, "What game?"

As long as it can get him out of here, he is willing to accept any kind of game.

Lu Beiye tried his best to ignore the pain in his heart, and he said jokingly, "Actually, I don't love you at all. I have worked so hard to find you, and lied to you with so many sweet words, but I just miss you for taking good care of me. You disappeared before I got tired of it back then, which made me think about it for so many years, so I want you to be the same as before, take care of me, please me, until I am satisfied, if I feel bored, I will let you go."

These words almost used up all his strength.

How can you not love?He loves him to the bottom of his heart, why would he feel bored, he wished to stay with him for the rest of his life, but...all this is nothing compared to recovering from his illness, as long as Ah Yang can get well for the rest of his life, It doesn't matter if you don't have yourself in the days to come.

It's enough for Ah Yang to be safe...

He took a deep breath, met Xu Zhuoyang's clear eyes, and said in a deep voice, "By the way, you don't have to worry that I will use your life to save Yuan Yi's life. I'm disgusted, he's just an empty vase with appearance, not worthy of me doing anything for him, he was thrown away by me five years ago as a young master, the person I care about, the person I love, has never been Just me."

A look of struggle flashed in Xu Zhuoyang's eyes.

Is he telling the truth?He doesn't know, but he knows that this is the Lu Beiye he knows, selfish, everything he does has a purpose, puts all demands on the surface, and spends a few days with him that makes him touch Compared with his unclear attitude, this made his hanging heart slowly fall to the ground.

Xu Zhuoyang said in a low voice, "When is boredom? The game is over? At least there is a deadline."

Let him also have hope in his heart...

Lu Beiye said in a deep voice, "I don't know, it depends on my mood."

When you recover from illness, when you are no longer afraid of me, when you are no longer thinking about begging to die, that is when I let you go...

Xu Zhuoyang didn't know what was going on in his mind, but he was dissatisfied when he heard his answer, so he said coldly, "It's not fair to me."

"Other than that, you have no other choice. You can only fly in this room like a caged bird, or play this game with me and leave as soon as possible. You choose."

Lu Beiye sneered, "You know, I've never been a long-term person. As long as you cooperate obediently, it won't take long."

He turned around and forced himself not to look at Xu Zhuoyang who was staring straight at him behind him, and was about to open the door to leave when the man behind him suddenly said, "I agree to this game."

"I'm looking forward to your performance." A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Lu Beiye's mouth.

He opened the door and left, went back to the study, and searched for information about paranoia and treatment methods.

Towards evening, Steward Wang knocked on the door of the study room, and after obtaining Lu Beiye's permission, he pushed the door in and said, "Master, Mr. Meng sent some things over, and I'll give them to you."

Lu Beiye glanced at the medium-sized box in his hand, nodded, put away the notes he had written down, stood up, took the box from the old housekeeper, and took out the medicine bottle inside.

The bottle has been replaced by a bottle of calcium tablets thoughtfully by Meng Chuan. The dosage and precautions are written on a piece of paper. There are still many syringes in the box. The old housekeeper took a look and didn't ask much.

He has seen Xu Zhuoyang's reaction in the past two days, and he also knows the seriousness of the matter.

He said, "Sir, dinner is ready, Madam cooked two dishes for Mr. to taste."

Lu Beiye paused, then chuckled, "He's really quick to get into the role."

He put the box away and said, "Let's go. Go to eat, and try my wife's cooking by the way."

There was clearly a smile on his face, but Butler Wang could see a bit of bitterness in his eyes.

Lu Beiye went downstairs, and Xu Zhuoyang was busy at the dining table. He heard footsteps, looked up, saw him on the stairs, and said, "Sir, the rice is ready, if you don't eat it, it will be cold."

He had a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he was wearing the home clothes from five years ago. Everything was the same as before, but the eyes that unconsciously showed resistance and the hands that were clenched because of nervousness made Lu Beiye Ruthlessly pulled back to reality.

This was not five years ago, everything Xu Zhuoyang did now was a preparation to leave him.

Xu Zhuoyang pulled the dining chair away, and after Lu Beiye sat down, Xu Zhuoyang wanted to let go and leave, but before he could take a step, Lu Beiye grabbed the hand that was on the chair.

"Why are you acting so cautious? What I lack is not a servant, but you five years ago, a considerate companion."

His voice was gentle, Xu Zhuoyang's body froze, he raised his head slowly, and what he saw was that evil smile.

"Compared to your blunt husband, Mr. Lu, I prefer you to call me elder brother as before."

Xu Zhuoyang withdrew his hand from his, and forced a smile, "Brother, I made grilled fish, try it to see if it tastes good."

Although he has tried his best to appear natural, the inadvertent stiffness and alienation in his eyes can still be seen at a glance.

Moreover, the moment Lu Beiye grabbed his hand just now, his face turned pale with fright...

Lu Beiye lowered his eyelids, picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. It was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, with the right amount of saltiness and sweetness. He obviously put his heart into it. It seems that Ayang really made up his mind and spent a lot of effort...

He raised his head and took a peek at Xu Zhuoyang, who was buried in his meal. He felt a little uncomfortable. The dining table that can seat 12 people is very big, but the two of them sat at opposite corners, clearly pretending to be obedient , but at this moment, he wished he could be far away from him. How much he wanted to sit next to him with a plate and get closer to him.

He could only suppress his own thoughts, he didn't dare to push too hard, everything today is already A Yang's greatest tolerance, if he pushes further, it will only make people angry, so he can only take it step by step.

Xu Zhuoyang buried his head in drinking the soup, thinking he was sneaking around, but in reality he got goosebumps from seeing him naked, and he didn't dare to look up, but today the tableware was cleaned up, so he took a large bowl and put it in A large bowl of soup was full, and now he didn't dare to stretch out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, so he could only cover most of his face with the posture of drinking soup.

Damn it!Look at him for a while and he's full!He hadn't eaten a bite of the grilled fish after two hours of hard work. The best fish belly was eaten to the bone by that dog!

Lu Beiye said suddenly, "You can accompany me to the haunted house tomorrow."

This thoughtless sentence made Xu Zhuoyang choke, and then his face became a little ugly, "Is it... a haunted house?"

Are you really going to trick him into that kind of place and kill him?

Lu Beiye, "..."

The veins on his forehead were tingling, but he still patiently explained, "I'm going to a haunted house. There's a new one in the west of the city. It seems pretty good. Let's go together tomorrow."

Haunted house?Taking someone on a date to a haunted house?He really wanted to know what was going on in A Yang's head. According to the normal routine, people who went on a date to find excitement and went to a haunted house basically never came back, right?

Xu Zhuoyang is also very innocent. Lu Beiye's romantic nature is really hard to understand. It is difficult for normal people to choose a place like a haunted house for a reunion after years of absence, right?Moreover, with Gou Deng's current gloomy temperament, it is really hard to imagine that he would even propose that Xu Zhuoyang accompany him to "play" in the haunted house.

Xu Zhuoyang turned his head away and whispered, "I don't want to go."

Lu Beiye said forcefully, "I have to go. If you don't accompany me, you don't want to please me. If you don't please me, you just don't want to leave me."

Xu Zhuoyang frowned.

He waved his hands impatiently, "Go with you, let's go with you, but I can go out with you for two hours at most."

There was warmth in Lu Beiye's usually cold eyes, and his voice was filled with a smile, "Then it's a deal, we'll leave at ten o'clock tomorrow!"

He immersed himself in eating, as if a flower had blossomed in his heart.

As long as it is not the time of illness, Ayang's mood will be the same as normal. If he does not stimulate, that dark memory will not be remembered all the time. It may be that what he said at noon made him Looking forward to it, thus diverting part of the attention on that memory.

Meng Chuan told him that he could do some stimulating activities appropriately to divert his attention. He had thought about the idea of ​​a haunted house for a long time.

While he was talking, Xu Zhuoyang shaved off a lot of meat from the grilled fish and put it in a bowl.

Looking at the fish in the bowl, he suddenly remembered Si Yan's scarlet eyes during the day, and said softly, "Well, can you give Si Yan a message for me, tell him, don't worry about me."

As soon as he heard the name Si Yan, Lu Beiye immediately showed a disgusted expression, "I can talk, anyway, he won't worry about whether I talk or not, young people, playful, not sure, this guy used to be flirtatious It's on."

"I remember I went to his house once before. When his grandfather celebrated his birthday, how old was he at that time, that kid was hugging a young foreign model at that time, and..."

Thinking about Si Yan's past, he kept talking about his past, and looked up at Xu Zhuoyang. He thought he could see a disappointed expression, but he didn't expect to hear someone muttering in a low voice, "Don't listen, don't listen. Listen, bastard chanting scriptures..."

"..." The corner of Lu Beiye's mouth twitched, he closed his mouth, and stopped talking.

There was no physical contact, no gentle conversation, but just this made Lu Beiye feel very happy, like the dull stone that was pressing on his heart finally moved a gap...