Chi Xiaohui stared at Lu Yurong in front of her. Has he really forgotten her through selective amnesia? Could he have forgotten himself? Ever since elementary school, when he first saw her, he would follow her like a follower, but he actually forgot
Killed yourself?! "Are you real or fake?"
Lu Yurong said impatiently: "What's real or fake? I don't think we know each other well enough to joke like this. Aren't you Chi Xiaowan's sister? It seems like we are schoolmates."
Chi Xiaohui stared at Lu Yurong. She was very familiar with his attitude. Except for her, he was so impatient towards anyone of the opposite sex. All his patience was given to her.
However, he forgot that he loved her, so he shouldn't ignore her appearance, right? When she came, she dressed herself up specially. Although she was still a little tired after the beating and there were still some bruises on her body,
She is still beautiful in the mirror, and she still turns heads when walking on the street. Why is he ignoring her existence like this?
"Lu Yurong, do you really not remember the time when you chased me? You have always liked me the most?!" Chi Xiaohui stared at Lu Yurong and thought, could it be that she really couldn't remember it at all?
"Should I chase you?!" Lu Yurong smiled and said disdainfully, "Forget it, Chi Xiaohui, I know what you are like. I can't chase a woman like you. I might as well chase your sister after you."
Chi Xiaohui glared at Lu Yurong, turned around, and walked away from the balcony. What's so special, isn't he just a stinky man who once liked her? Love is inherently illusory, and his reaction should be the most normal.
, isn’t it?!
I made an appointment with someone else on the phone and had fun for a while, but it was very boring. I drank in a bar and made a lot of noise, but I couldn't be happy. It felt so uncomfortable to be dumped. Why did she let him dump her?
You have to pursue him again and dump him to relieve your hatred!
Jiang Ping smiled and looked at Du Hui, who was sitting opposite, and at the cake in front of her. He specially asked her to congratulate her on her birthday, as he did every year.
"Happy birthday, make a wish. What gift do you want?" Du Hui looked at Jiang Ping in front of him and said gently. When there was no one around, his attitude towards her was always kind and accommodating. He promised to cross the river.
Lu, she will definitely take good care of her beloved niece.
Jiang Ping closed her eyes, made a wish, looked at Du Hui in front of her, with a smile on her face, and said quietly: "Uncle Du, thank you for remembering my birthday every year. You have given me many gifts.
No need."
"I heard that you have a boyfriend, how is the relationship going?" Du Hui looked at Jiang Ping. She looked very similar to her aunt, with the same pretty features and the same smile. She looked exactly like her in the office.
Also different.
"Not really a boyfriend, but in the relationship, he is our director Gao's son." Jiang Ping said lightly, poured a glass of wine for Du Hui, smiled, looked at Du Hui, "Uncle Du, I respect you.
One cup, thank you for taking care of me all the time."
Du Hui finished the glass of wine and looked at Jiang Ping, "Drink less, wine is not a good thing. Drinking too much will cause trouble. Uncle will fall into trouble because of the wine. Otherwise, your aunt and I - forget it, we
Don’t mention old things, come, let’s have something to eat.”
There was music in the room, very soft and gentle, and the lights were warm. The two of them were talking softly. Du Hui looked at Jiang Ping, who was sitting opposite. Today, she was dressed very beautifully, with shoulder-length hair. When did she cut her hair short?
, very much like her aunt when she was young, maybe because she has been living with her aunt, there are many things about her that really look like her aunt.
Jiang Ping kept smiling, pouring wine for Du Hui, and saying thank you. She wore a jade bracelet on her wrist, which occasionally clinked with the wine glass, making a crisp sound.
"Your aunt gave it to you." Du Hui looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist and said with a smile, "This was given to your aunt when I was young. It's not valuable. We were not rich at that time.
, but we had a very happy time. Alas, time has passed in a blink of an eye, and it has become like this. No one can talk about Xiaolu. I can only talk about your aunt freely when I am with you. "
In the midst of sadness, I drank glass after glass of wine, and my eyes gradually became blurred.
"But, uncle, why are you doing this?" Jiang Ping suddenly had tears in her eyes, her voice trembled slightly, and she stared at Du Hui, "If you have no choice but to marry another woman behind your aunt's back, then what will happen later?
What's going on with those women? Why are you with Ouyang Bei, Chi Xiaoman, and there are so many women? Don't you think this makes Auntie sad and Xiaoping sad? "
Du Hui was a little lost in thought, holding the wine glass and looking at Jiang Ping, "This is just a physiological need and has nothing to do with love. In this life, I have only loved your aunt and have never loved any other woman. Ouyang Bei,
She is a good bed playmate. As for Chi Xiaoman, between us, I want to find in her the feeling of getting along with Xiaolu in the past. Every time I am with her, everything I say and do is just right.
What Xiaolu said in front of me is not in the air, my heart is only for your aunt."
"Then why not me?!" Jiang Ping stared at Du Hui and said seriously, "Of all the people, I look the most like my aunt. Why not me? I can be my aunt's substitute and love you well on my aunt's behalf.
Let me love you well, just like you love your aunt."
Du Hui was stunned and shook his head. He was a little dizzy. He drank too much. The stamina of these red wines was really strong. "Silly girl, I am your uncle. I promised your aunt that I will take good care of you. Give me
Your best life, now uncle has no choice but, as long as we can get the red candle, uncle will let you live a happy, free and prosperous life. Uncle will prepare a new identity for you, let you leave here and go abroad.
Life."
Jiang Ping lowered her head and said softly: "I don't want uncle to be like this, I -"
"Okay, silly girl, I asked someone to check Mou Jiamu. He is a nice young man and the son of your director. If you don't want to go abroad, your uncle will leave you a large amount of money. You can do whatever you want." Du
Hui stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom, his body swaying a little.
"Uncle, be careful." Jiang Ping immediately stood up, supported Du Hui, looked up at Du Hui, and said softly, "I'll help you, please be careful."
That smile suddenly felt inexplicably familiar. Du Hui put his arm around Jiang Ping's shoulder and slowly walked toward the bathroom. The familiar aroma was on his nose. It was a not-so-expensive perfume that Xiao Lu loved to use most.
The light smell, like commonly used soap, and the very clean smell were once his favorite. "Xiao Lu," he murmured.
"Yes." It was a soft reply, accompanied by a familiar aroma on the tip of my nose.
Du Hui had a severe headache. He wanted to turn over, but his whole body seemed to be stabbed by something. He sat up suddenly and stared blankly in front of him. A woman sat beside him, holding the quilt quietly.
, the bed and the floor were all messy.
"Xiao Ping! - What, what's going on?" Du Hui looked at his unclothed body, as if he had suddenly fallen into cold water, breaking out in cold sweat.
Jiang Ping didn't make any answer, she just sat there blankly, with the faint aroma of yesterday's wine in the air.
"We, what happened to us?" Du Hui felt like he was going crazy with a headache.
The phone rang at an inappropriate time. He picked up the phone and heard the other party's voice happily. "Hui, the begonias in Central Park are blooming. Aren't you your favorite? I'll wait for you in the park. You will definitely like it.
of."
"Okay." Du Hui hung up the phone numbly, without saying a word. His mind was blank for a moment, staring at Jiang Ping hiding under the quilt, her bare shoulders and expressionless face, "
Xiaoping, I, I——"
Jiang Ping shook her head and said blankly: "It's not your fault, we drank too much last night. Can you leave and let me put on my clothes?"
"Okay, okay." Du Hui immediately got down from the bed, but suddenly found that he had no clothes. He grabbed his clothes in a panic, put them on randomly, and said in a confused voice, "I, I will go to the living room, please wait.
Slowly, I, I—"
Jiang Ping remained silent, just hugging the quilt tightly in her arms. The expressions on her face included confusion, helplessness, fear, thin beads of sweat, and tears in her eyes.
Du Hui left in a hurry and closed the door carefully.
After waiting for a while, Jiang Ping was sure that Du Hui would not come back. Jiang Ping gently opened the quilt, looked at the closed door indifferently, and slowly picked up the clothes on the floor. That Du Hui must have been frightened.
He didn't even notice her nervousness. She was holding the quilt under the quilt, and she was wearing clothes. How could a man who cruelly killed his own aunt live such a nourishing life? What physiological needs, what about looking for the previous relationship, nonsense!
"Xiao Ping——" Looking at Jiang Ping who came out with red eyes, Du Hui was a little at a loss. She was no one else. She was his ex-wife's niece. He had always looked at her like a daughter and suddenly appeared.
How was he going to explain this kind of thing to the dead Jiang Lu?
"Uncle -" Jiang Ping called softly. The sound was so harsh at this time that Du Hui felt ashamed. "Don't take it to heart, I want to take the sheets away.
Is that okay? I don’t want the servants here to see what’s above, what’s above—”
"Okay, okay." Du Hui was sweating. He really couldn't think of anything except repeating words that he didn't know what they meant.
"I'm leaving first." Jiang Ping's tears flowed from her eyes. She tried her best to hold it back, but she couldn't help it. Her body was shaking and she couldn't control it. Du Hui looked at it and could only hold Jiang Ping in his arms.
, hearing Jiang Ping's cry finally came out, "I, how do I face my dead aunt? Will she blame me for taking away my uncle's love?"
"It's my fault. I will explain it to your aunt." Du Hui said, smiling bitterly in his heart. How to explain that Jiang Lu is dead and no longer around. Do you want him to go under Jiuquan and have sex with a dead person?
Someone explain?!
Jiang Ping was crying in Du Hui's arms, her face lying on Du Hui's shoulder with a very indifferent look in her eyes.
"Xiaoping, don't cry. I will handle this matter well. If possible, I will marry you." Du Hui said with determination, "As long as we get the red candle, I will
Then I can get my freedom, and her family can let me go free, and then we can get married."
"Marry?" Jiang Ping trembled and looked sad. She looked at Du Hui and said softly, "I don't want to be a burden to my uncle. Just let this matter go. That woman, we don't want to provoke her. You have to be good."
Just stay alive, I, I'll be fine."
"Xiao Ping." Du Hui sighed. It's easier said than done. Hongzhu may be able to buy his freedom, but can he live without money?
Would he really give up everything he currently has?
In Central Park, Chi Xiaoman sat down on a bench, looking at the children playing on the grass, with a smile on her face, waiting for Du Hui to come. There was the fragrance of begonia in the air, and she poured herself a cup of coffee.
She specially brought a thermos cup with hot water in it. She knew that Du Hui loved coffee, so he could drink the coffee he liked at any time.
It is the bitter and slightly fragrant smell of coffee, which is a bit lonely in the gradually cooler autumn atmosphere.