A layer of sadness gradually appeared on his handsome face in the smoke.
‘Click’ The office door suddenly opened.
Wei Jiezheng was wondering who was so bold as to enter the Second Young Master's office without knocking on the door.
When she saw an old woman coming in, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"President."
Finally a savior came, Wei Jie walked towards Ms. Lu with a smile on her face.
Ms. Lu walked in and looked around, finally landing on Yifan Lu who was sitting there smoking.
He frowned, feeling unhappy but also distressed.
She waved her hand to Wei Jie and ordered: "You can go out. There is no need to pour me water."
Wei Jieru was released and walked out quickly.
Ms. Lu, wearing high heels, walked up to Yifan Lu with a bang and reached out her hand to snatch away Yifan Lu's cigarette.
Lu Yifan dodged it, but failed.
Ms. Lu hated it and cut Yifan Lu on the forehead, "You can't compare to your dad and your brother."
There was some sadness in his words.
Lu Yifan ignored her and continued to smoke.
"Son, what we do is a mistress. You break up someone's childhood sweetheart, which is equivalent to ripping out someone's heart. Emotional matters are not about your promotion in the army, or that you will get results if you work hard. A person's relationship needs to be more than 20 years old.
It’s so easy to forget, feelings in this world are really worthless.”
Yifan Lu raised his eyelids and glanced at Ms. Lu dissatisfied.
Seeing that her son was trying to drive him away, Ms. Lu quickly changed the subject: "Okay, okay, then let me tell you something that will appeal to you."
"Love is like a basketball on the playing field. If you want to get it, you have to work hard to get it. You can't foul or cheat. When you get it, you have to cherish it and shoot immediately. Otherwise, you will miss the ball if you don't attack."
Ms. Lu gave herself a thumbs up in her mind.
After these years of keeping a low profile, she feels that every word she speaks now is noble.
Yifan Lu stretched out his arm, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, took a sip of boiled water, then raised his head and looked at Ms. Lu, and asked in an unhurried tone: "If it was street basketball, wouldn't it be possible to play hooligan?
"
His natural expression made Ms. Lu call him a "little bitch" in her heart.
Son, your dad and I are both reasonable and gentle people. You...you have to know when enough is enough.
Yifan Lu got inspiration from Ms. Lu's tall metaphor, and his mood suddenly brightened, and the sunshine leisurely returned to his handsome face.
He stood up, straightened the tie that was about to fall apart just now, and curled one corner of his lips in an evil and unruly manner.
"What are you going to do?" Ms. Lu looked at her son standing up suddenly, full of energy and a little uneasy.
Is he going to be a gangster now?
Yifan Lu stretched his neck and approached Ms. Lu’s face with a smile, “Our great Ms. Lu is still capable.”
After saying that, he quickly kissed Ms. Lu on the face, "Mianmian's emotional program can consider asking you to be an emotional expert."
"..."
Lu Yifan informed Wei Jie to convene a meeting with Lu's senior executives who had just come in to report on their work.
And asked her to pick up the materials and drawings on the floor and sort them.
Ms. Lu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, she didn't immediately go out to act like a gangster.
If you want to play, you have to wait for the girl to recover.
Looking at her son, Ms. Lu's eyes suddenly deepened, and she said seriously: "I will give you one last chance. If you fail to play rogue|rogue|, you must give up. If you don't tell me, your father and I are getting worse and worse.
I can't afford to wait when I'm old, but girl Min Yan probably won't give up until she sees you get married, have children, and live a happy life."
