Public Enemy: Kiss Goodbye, Mrs. Lu

Jiang Yifan also quickly poured a glass of warm water and brought it to her lips: "Little Sheng, drink a glass of water first, if you have a sore throat, please take it easy."

However, after Ye Lisheng spoke, there was no response again.

Jiang Yifan was afraid that she would hold everything in her heart and suffocate himself, so he held her hand and said, "Xiao Sheng, if you are sad, you can cry and scold, don't scare me like this, okay?"

Hearing this, Lu Qingshan also comforted him: "Xiao Sheng, if you are angry, I will let that bastard Cheng Yi kneel in front of you and admit his mistake, and you can deal with him whatever you want!"

Suddenly hearing the name "Lu Chengyi", Ye Lisheng's eyelashes trembled.

Seeing her reaction, Lu Qingshan continued: "I'm just..."

"I want to be by myself for a while."

Ye Lisheng spoke again, his voice was harsh and unpleasant, but his tone was extremely flat.

There is no hysteria, no howling, this kind of tone and expression without the slightest emotion is precisely the most worrying situation.

Jiang Yifan wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he also understood that any verbal comfort would be useless at this time.

No one can empathize with the pain of losing a loved one.

At this time, she needs time to digest the fact that her brother died, and also needs space to heal herself.

Jiang Yifan sighed in his heart, then glanced at Lu Qingshan who was full of worry, and turned to leave first.

Tears welled up in Lu Qingshan's eyes, and the words came to his lips, but finally he just sighed: "Grandpa is outside, please call if you have something to do..."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately stood in front of the bed for a while. Seeing that Ye Lisheng still had no desire to speak, he led a group of people out of the ward with a solemn expression.

The originally noisy ward suddenly became quiet, and the overly quiet environment made breathing become stagnant.

For Ye Lisheng, every breath is a sin, and every nerve is dominated by resentment and self-blame.

With her brother gone, she suddenly didn't know what kind of attitude to use to face the world, and she didn't know what kind of expression to use to express her emotions.

As a result, the pain accumulated a lot, and she was left with only a numb shell.

Ye Lisheng sat hugging himself for a long time, then looked up inadvertently, only to see that the snow outside had started to stop, and the snow-covered Jincheng regained its vitality again.

The faint laughter of children playing snowball fights and making a snowman downstairs could be heard, reminiscent of the year when they met Sun Jiayu at the Sun family.

The corners of Ye Lisheng's lips gradually raised, and he murmured silently: "Ah Yu... the snow has stopped..."

It's just that I can no longer take you to a snowball fight...

……

Los Angeles, USA.

In the luxurious presidential suite, the milky white curtains were blown wildly by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the mottled light fell on the man's face, casting a little shadow.

Ye Mengyu stroked the man's resolute chin obsessively, watching the scented candle on the bedside was about to burn out, then reluctantly withdrew her hand, wiped off the lip marks on the man's chest, and put on the shirt.

After everything in the room returned to its original state, Ye Mengyu picked up the man's cell phone again.

When entering the password, jealousy inevitably flared up again in her eyes.

Lu Chengyi's mobile phone password, she had guessed before that it was related to Ye Lisheng!
The man frowned, Ye Mengyu quickly came back to his senses, quickly checked Lu Chengyi's mobile phone, and after confirming that there were no traces left, his eyes fell on the head of the bed.

With her long fingers, she picked up the transparent glass cup containing the scented candle, and called the front desk: "Hello, change the scented candle from 6188."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Mengyu glanced at Lu Chengyi who hadn't woken up yet, got up and went outside to wait for the waiter to knock on the door.

As soon as she left Lu Chengyi's room to go outside, Lu Chengyi, who had been in a deep sleep for a year, suddenly started to move.

There was a tearing pain in his head, and he felt stuffy in his heart. He pinched his eyebrows irritably and got up from the bed. When his eyes touched the exquisite high-end handbag on the sofa, his eyes gradually deepened.

"Chengyi, you're awake."

Ye Mengyu didn't expect Lu Chengyi to wake up so soon, and she still had time to put the new scented candle back in her hand. Seeing Lu Chengyi staring at her, she felt guilty, but her smile remained the same: "I see that you are sleeping very soundly, so I think this The scented candles are quite calming, and when I ran out of the ones just now, I thought about getting a new one, and the quality of sleep will be better when you rest at night."

There was no flaw in her rhetoric, and her expression was even more calm.

Ye Mengyu was sure that Lu Chengyi would not see the slightest clue.

Lu Chengyi stared at Ye Mengyu for two seconds, then said calmly, "Really? I have a headache after using it."

This very common sentence made Ye Mengyu's heart skip a beat.

She put the candle in her hand back on the bed, slightly surprised: "Really?"

Lu Chengyi completely opened the curtains, turned around, and his eyes fell on Ye Mengyu casually.

Ye Mengyu was a little guilty of being stared at by him, so she changed the subject with a smile: "It's probably due to jet lag and long sleep, are you hungry? Let's go down and have dinner!"

Lu Chengyi took a deep look at Ye Mengyu, then picked up the cell phone next to the pillow, and left the room with long legs.

Ye Mengyu breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up her bag and followed quickly.

During the meal, Ye Mengyu saw that the man still took care of her taste, and there was nothing unusual about her, so her heart gradually settled down.

Men and women with outstanding appearance and unique temperament dine together, even if there is not much communication, the atmosphere is extremely harmonious.

And Qin Yan's phone call was an episode that broke the harmony.

When the phone was connected, Qin Yan's voice was still uncertain: "Mr. Lu?"

"Well, what happened?"

Hearing Lu Chengyi's voice really, Qin Yan said anxiously: "Mr. Lu, you can be regarded as answering the phone..."

Ye Mengyu sat across from the man, listening to the occasional words on the phone, the knife and fork in her hand became tighter and tighter.

In the end, Lu Chengyi's complexion could no longer be described as ugly, and he said decisively: "Book me a ticket back home immediately."

Qin Yan was checking the flight while on the phone, but found something was wrong: "Mr. Lu, there are no tickets for the flight back to Los Angeles! Even tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are sold out. If you want to go back to China, you have to wait until at least three days later! "

Three days later, I still don't know what will happen!
By then, Young Master Sun's funeral will probably be over!
Qin Yan anxiously said: "Mr. Lu, why don't I contact the local partner and find a private jet..."

Lu Chengyi immediately rejected his proposal: "It's already dark here, so if I ask someone to borrow a plane and coordinate and approve the route back and forth, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave until dawn tomorrow!"