After listening to his brother's words, Lu Chenyu lowered his head in silence.
This time, he was indeed too impulsive.
These days, he deliberately inquired about Liu Zixia in the company. This girl is kind, low-key, not showy, not vain, can endure hardships, and is devoted to Yang Haichuan. She is a rare good girl!
Therefore, when he heard Yang Haichuan's slanderous words, he immediately became furious and rushed in to teach him a lesson.
Lu Chenxu saw his younger brother lowering his head and losing all energy. He couldn't bear to blame him any more.
"Chen Yu, what is your attitude towards Liu Zixia? Have you ever thought about marrying her? If not, after this matter is over, I will let Liu Zixia leave Xingyue Media, then take back the apartment and keep her completely away from your life.
.This is good for you and her."
When Lu Chenyu heard this, he became a little anxious: "Brother, you can't do this. She is not wrong. I have always taken the initiative to approach her. Her father's leg was broken and he needed to rest. Now his mother is also hospitalized. All the family's income is
her salary."
Seeing him defending Liu Zixia in such a way, Bai Hao was a little surprised: "Second Young Master, are you really here this time to fall in love with Liu Zixia?"
Lu Chenyu was startled: "I fell in love with her?".
Xiaolou then said: "Second Young Master, you are a master of love, how can you not be sure about this? If you don't love her, there are so many employees of Xingyue Media, why do you only care about her and keep asking for her over and over again?
Is she going to show off? I tried so hard to get her to rent the house at the University of Washington."
"Seeing Yang Haichuan bullying her and fighting for her again and again, what is this if not love?"
Lu Ershao, who has always been known as a master in love, looked confused.
Does he love Liu Zixia? In the past, those women took the initiative to approach him. They didn't need him to put any thought into it. They only needed him to twitch his fingers and they would take the initiative to climb into his bed.
When he found someone he liked and thought was pretty good, he tried to date her for a while. After the excitement wore off, he gave her some compensation and broke up.
However, when facing Liu Zixia, he seemed to have never had such thoughts. He felt that she was kind and pure, like an orchid growing in a deep valley. Her unexperienced life aroused his strong desire to protect her.
He wanted to hear her voice every day and see her shy smile facing him.
She can't stand any man bullying her or slandering her.
Is this love? Mr. Lu Ershao, who has always boasted that he understands emotions very well, is confused!
Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Lu Chenxu shook his head helplessly: "I'll give you three days, and you can give me an answer after you think about it!"
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go out.
Lu Chenyu reached out and held his arm, his voice aggrieved: "Brother, where are you going? Are you ignoring me?"
Lu Chenxu glared at him fiercely, raised his hand as if to hit him on the head, but controlled the force when he lowered his palm: "I will personally go to Yang Haichuan to negotiate and ask him to withdraw the prosecution!"
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.
Bai Hao patted Lu Chenyu on the shoulder behind him: "Second Young Master, you are so annoying."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone in his pocket rang. After the call was connected, he didn't know what the other party said and suddenly frowned: "Okay, I understand, I'll be there right away."
Lu Chenyu and Xiaolou both looked at him curiously: "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Yang Haichuan's parents took people to the renovation site to sell the house, and they got into a fight with the workers."
The wedding room of Yang Haichuan and Liu Zixia is the second program created by Xingyue Home Decoration and TV station. The theme is to show the beautiful love between young people and their determination to work together to create a better future.
