Shu Mengfei almost fainted when she heard the words "wolf heart and dog lung".

In the eyes of the students around her, she has always been outstanding and hard-working, beautiful and kind. She is regarded as a pure and inspirational goddess. Everyone likes her very much, and no one has ever said such serious words to her.

"You are so insulting!" Shu Mengfei's eyes were red and her whole body was shaking, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Lu Yan continued without changing her expression: "If you think this is an insult, then let me tell you, when you can enjoy all the resources and benefits that Lu Zhen brings to you as your girlfriend, please act like a girl."

A friend’s self-consciousness, don’t eat from the bowl while looking into the pot.”

"you……"

Shu Mengfei took a step forward.

Lu Zhen immediately pulled Lu Yan behind him, fearing that Shu Mengfei would hurt someone out of anger.

His instinctive reaction made Shu Mengfei unable to accept that Lu Zhen, who usually doted on her and loved her, would now protect the girl who slandered her.

"You didn't say a word!" Shu Mengfei looked at Lu Zhen in disbelief: "You let her talk about me like this?"

Lu Zhen was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. Lu Yan always quarreled and fought with him on weekdays, but she unexpectedly defended him at the critical moment.

To be honest, he was very moved.

"Actually...she wasn't wrong either."

Lu Zhen forced out this straight man quote in a low voice, and successfully made Shu Mengfei angry.

After making her angry, Lu Zhen started to be sulky with himself again.

Lu Yan saw Lu Zhen's dejected look and knew that he actually cared about Shu Mengfei deep down.

He has always been a sentimental man, otherwise he would not have remained unmarried for more than 20 years after his mother passed away.

After all, as a handsome CEO in his prime and holding a high position, many women from all walks of life showed their affection to him, trying to become Lu Yan's mother.

But Lu Zhen never looked at them twice.

Although the woman named Jian Yao died young, she may not have imagined that she would have Lu Zhen's lifelong loyalty.

Liang Ting came over, and Lu Zhen glanced at him unhappily: "Who asked you to bring her here? You're just causing trouble for me."

Liang Ting smiled heartlessly: "I think my goddaughter is right. Shu Mengfei is a bit... what, a white-eyed wolf."

"You still said that!"

Lu Zhen was furious and kept scolding Liang Ting, but did not blame Lu Yan at all. Liang Ting felt aggrieved and said that Lu Yan was the cause of the disaster. Why are you scolding me?

Lu Zhen glanced at Lu Yan. The little girl was standing against the wall, her delicate eyebrows were slightly drawn together, she was picking at the corners of her clothes innocently, and she completely lost the arrogant look she had just now.

He was about to open his mouth to curse a few words, but the little girl jumped into his arms, hugged his waist, curled her lips and muttered: "My dad was dumped, how pitiful he is."

Lu Zhen:……

The little girl comforted him, "It doesn't matter, just say goodbye. The next one will be better."

She patted his back so hard that it almost hurt him internally.

Lu Zhen coughed and pulled her hand away: "Be good."

Lu Yan pressed her fair oval face against his chest, closed her eyes, her dark eyelashes were thick and curled, and she was trembling slightly, hugging him tightly and cheering him up.

It's not like I'm making fun of him, but I really feel like I feel sorry for him.

"It doesn't matter. There is still a long way to go. As long as dad cheers up and becomes a better version of himself, there will definitely be good girls who will like dad."

For example, her mother.

The little girl patted him on the back and talked about heart-warming chicken soup. This made Lu Zhen feel that the pain of broken love had been relieved a lot, and his heart was gradually occupied by another moving and warm force.

No matter what anger or grievances he suffers outside, his family is actually his final harbor.

Lu Zhen rubbed the broken bangs in front of Lu Yan's forehead: "Okay, it's a big deal, break up, what's the big deal."

"It would be great if you could cheer up."

Lu Zhen looked at Liang Ting and Qin Hao and said seriously: "This time there is a fire in the basement, our brothers are seriously injured. We are still in debt, so we have to find a way to make some money."

"Didn't Shen Kuo say that he would help us find the guy who set the fire?"

"If you believe him, he is a ghost. Maybe he is the thief and shouts "Catch the thief!"

"That's not the case." Liang Ting analyzed rationally: "I still believe in him. He will not easily promise to do anything. As long as he agrees, he will definitely do it well."

Lu Zhen disagreed: "It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on anyone else. From now on, we have to find ways to make money."

Lu Zhen is now cut off from his father's source of income. Although Meng Zhining helped him pay back most of the money that was burned to the landlord, there is still some money that he and Liang Ting borrowed from relatives and friends, and these money must be paid back.

Lu Yan asked curiously: "Dad, how many people do you owe money to?"

Lu Zhen counted on his fingers. He couldn't count with ten fingers. Finally, he waved his hand and said, "Oh, it's none of your business, little girl. Don't worry about it."

Lu Yan frowned and sighed: "It's really... you brought it upon yourself."

That afternoon, Shen Kuo walked out of school after get off work and saw a pink bicycle locked at the door of the bicycle dealership at the corner of the street.

He looked towards the dealership, but did not see Lu Yan.

At the door, the owner of the car dealership and the mechanic were discussing what to do with the car -

“This car is 90% new, it’s a good brand, young people like it, and I can sell it at a high price, no problem.”

"That girl was in urgent need of money just now. She sold it for 200 yuan. We should pay at least 300 yuan."

"Three hundred, just kidding, don't even think about it if it's less than five hundred."

…

Shen Kuo frowned slightly, knowing that Lu Yan treasured the bicycle very much and wiped it every day, so the bicycle was always as good as new.

It doesn't take much to figure out why she sold that bicycle.

Shen Kuo touched his pants pocket and saw there was still money.

However, the thought of buying a bicycle was fleeting.

absurd.

Why should he play the romantic tricks of those rich young masters? If he is poor, what qualifications does he have?

…

Shen Kuo turned around and left, and after taking two steps, he heard someone asking: "This bike looks good, how much does it cost?"

"five hundred."

"It's too expensive. I bought it for 400 yuan as a birthday gift for my daughter."

Before the owner of the bicycle shop could say anything, Shen Kuo turned back, took out five hundred yuan and threw it into the shop owner's hand, then pushed the bicycle away with a sullen face.

Under the setting sun, he pushed his pink bicycle and walked along the uneven alley.

He was tall, pushing a small and exquisite bicycle, his shoulders were slightly slumped, and he looked very out of place.

Occasionally there are a few naughty children standing on one foot, knocking against each other with their knees, and playing the game of "bullfighting".

When they saw Shen Kuo coming, they stopped playing and looked at the bicycle in his hand, with a look of longing and envy in their eyes.

At that time, every child's biggest dream was to own a bicycle of their own, but not all families could afford it.

Shen Kuo pushed the bicycle to the door on the first floor of Tonglou, then took a clean rag and wiped every part of the bicycle from the body to the tires to a shine.

His expression was serious, and his eyes were gentler than ever before.

There was a coughing sound from inside the door——

"Xiao Kuo, are you back?"

"Um."

Shen Kuo cleaned the rag and hung it on the steel wire on the sink. Then he went into the house to get the medicine jar, walked to the yard, and put in the Chinese medicine that had been dried in the yard.

Father Shen Jianxun walked out of the room tremblingly.

His face was yellow and thin, even the whites of his eyes were dry yellow with some spots, and his pupils were very cloudy.

He was sitting hunched on a chair, holding a worn cattail leaf fan in his hand, and was so thin that it looked like it could be blown over by a gust of wind.

"The medicine is too bitter." Shen Jianxun's voice was dry, and he even coughed when he spoke.

Shen Kuo poured the boiled Chinese medicine into a bowl and handed it to his father. At the same time, he took out the lung-clearing snow pear from the house and peeled it carefully.

At home, he doesn't talk much but does a lot.

My father is sick and he basically takes care of the housework.

Shen Jianxun sighed: "Sometimes I feel that I don't need to take medicine anymore. I can't bear to drag you down for so many years."

Shen Kuo handed the snow pear to Shen Jianxun and said softly: "Don't say such things, it will get better."

"I asked the doctor, pneumoconiosis cannot be cured."

"It will be cured." Shen Kuo said stubbornly: "Not now, but later."

Shen Kuo has been like this since he was a child. He believes that things will never change. So many years of difficult growth have made him more stubborn and tolerant. He is like a tightly stretched string. He doesn't know when it will break.
To be continued...