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Those nights, Lu Yan always went home very late. Jian Yao would often take her to bars to perform, let her make a guest appearance on stage, and even invite her to join the band and make music together.

Lu Yan happily agreed.

All in all, she had to keep herself busy and had to do something to distract herself.

Perhaps there are always sequelae in love. Lu Yan can't stay at home all day. As long as she calms down and is alone, the shadow of that man will always appear in her mind... It can't be gone.

He once gave her such unforgettable love, but he told her that it was fake.

Yes, fake.

Shen Kuo's father got that disease because he was working in Lu. With Shen Kuo's vengeful personality, how could he really like her?

He has been lying to her all the time.

As long as Lu Yan thinks of this, his heart will be shattered.

That night, Lu Zhen pulled the drunken girl out of the Green Vine Bar.

She was confused and didn't stand firmly, leaning against the wall, looking half asleep and half awake.

This summer vacation should have been Lu Zhen’s most relaxed and self-released summer vacation, but most of his time every day is spent looking for his daughter.

Although he knew that Jian Yao was watching her, Lu Zhen was still worried. Today, he was so angry that he saw that the little girl was drinking.

"Lu Yan is not an adult." He turned around and asked Jian Yao: "You let her drink?"

Jian Yao, wearing a vest and loose trousers, leaned against the door, and seemed helpless: "She changed the drinks to wine, but she really couldn't watch them just now. Sorry."

"How could I not watch it? I agree to let her go out with you to relax, not to let her drink!"

"It's no big deal to drink some wine."

Jian Yao shrugged indifferently: "I was drunk for three days when I was heartbroken. When I woke up, I would forget the man."

Lu Zhen looked at her: "Have you ever been heartbroken?"

"Who hasn't been heartbroken yet?"

"Who is that man?"

Jian Yao frowned: "Hey, why should I tell you?"

"You have to tell me."

"You are...so unreasonable. If it weren't for Xiao Yan's sake, I wouldn't have paid attention to you."

Lu Zhen completely forgot what he was doing here. He was thinking about who had dumped Jian Yao in the past, and who was so blind and dared to dump his wife!

Lu Yan suddenly bowed and vomited while holding the wall.

The two immediately stopped quarreling and ran over to support Lu Yan.

Lu Yan vomited tears and her nose was flowing out, and her stomach spasmed and ugly.

Lu Zhen didn't care about the dirty thing, so he used his sleeve to wipe her face, and said with heartache: "It's better, slow down, don't choke."

Lu Yan took a long time to relax and then felt a little more comfortable.

Jian Yao also blamed herself. After all, she was negligent and asked the little girl to drink wine secretly.

"You can take her back quickly, it's so pitiful."

Lu Yan shook Lu Zhen's hand away: "No, I won't go back, I haven't had enough fun yet."

"Still playing? Miss, don't forget that the cram school for the third grade of high school will start tomorrow. Do you still want to take the Q-year exam?"

When talking about Q Da, Lu Yan suddenly fell silent.

She stood with her back to them, under the street light, with a thin back.

At the beginning, Shen Kuo said that he wanted to take the QU entrance exam and wanted to go to the same university as her.

For this sentence, Lu Yan has been working hard to catch up with him.

What a wonderful expectation to go to college together, but now things change, so absurd...

Jian Yao kicked Lu Zhen’s calf with the tip of her shoe and whispered: “Where are you a pig if you don’t open the pot?”

Lu Zhen felt that he was speechless and hurried over, holding the girl's slender wrist: "Forget it, go home first."

"I won't take the Q-study exam anymore." Lu Yan broke away from his hand and murmured: "I won't take the exam anymore."

Jian Yao patiently coaxed her: "If you don't take the exam, don't take the exam, we won't take the broken school, let's take the Tsinghua and Peking University, ah, don't feel uncomfortable..."

With a loud "clang" sound, Jian Yao was startled and turned around and saw Lu Zhen lifting his leg and kicking over the trash can on the side of the road.

"What are you going crazy!"

Lu Zhen finally couldn't bear it, pointed at Lu Yan and said angrily: "For such a bad person, look at what you are like now. This is your own life. Is it half a cent related to others? Without him, you wouldn't live anymore, right?"

"Lu Yan, I'm really disappointed with you like this."

Lu Yan lowered her head, buried her face in the shadow of the light, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

"Disappointed?" she said in a hoarse voice: "I am very disappointed with myself, you know, I am really disappointed."

She hugged her body helplessly and squatted on the side of the road, murmured: "It's really ridiculous. I know he lied to me for so long, I know he hates me and the Lu family, but I... just like him..."

Tears fell down, fell on the ground, and instantly soaked in the dust.

She said intermittently: "I will never like anyone like this in my life, I will never like this in my life."

"Even if he lies with me, I can't hate him. He has cheated him, why not cheat him for a longer time..."

In the past, Lu Yan herself looked down on those girls who were desperate for love.

Isn’t it just a love affair? What a big deal? If you get through it, you will be a hero again.

Perhaps, only the party who "harm" can turn the article in such an understatement.

For example, Shen Kuo has been admitted to the provincial top scorer.

Lu Zhen couldn't see his girl crying, it was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

He squatted down, clumsyly wiped her tears with his sleeve, hugged and coaxed her, and whispered these useless words of comfort.

"Isn't it just a boyfriend? I'll help you find it when I read it later. I will definitely find someone that suits you."

"Didn't you like Liang Ting before? Otherwise, you will consider him again. I won't object this time."

"If you want to find a pretty little white-faced person like Shen Kuo, then... Ye Jiaqi can do it too!"

...

Jian Yao stared at Lu Zhen's appearance as she coaxed the girl, and a trace of turbulence appeared in her hazel-colored eyes.

Although he is a little stupid and has a bad temper, he is a gentle person.

Lu Yan was tired of crying, and finally obediently climbed onto Lu Zhen's back and lay obediently on his solid and broad shoulders: "Lu Zhen, I want to go home."

"Well, I'll take you home."

He steadily carried Lu Yan, turned around and looked at Jian Yao, and said in an orderly tone: "You go home too."

Jian Yao shrugged casually like a child: "Just take care of Lu Yan, why bother me?"

"Of course I have to care about you."

You are my wife, my child's mother.

He didn't dare to say the next half sentence, and the scene of being beaten last time is still vivid in my mind.

Lu Zhen stretched out his hand and lifted Jian Yao's open collar zipper upwards, covering her fair and slender neck.

It's a pity... Jian Yao actually let him do this.

A strange feeling surged into my heart.

She felt that the boy in front of her was different from when she first met.

"You will not be heartbroken again in the future." Lu Zhen said this without thinking.

Jian Yao didn't react: "What?"

"If you follow me, you won't be heartbroken."

“…”

She laughed and hit him with her handbag: "Go to die."

Lu Zhen also laughed. Because of the pair of peach blossom eyes, he looked particularly beautiful when he smiled, and inexplicably gave people a feeling of spring.

His ability to become the school grass of No. 3 Middle School means that the girls in the school are not blind...

This guy is really handsome.

While Jian Yao didn't come back to her senses, Lu Zhen suddenly reached out and touched her head-

"Let's go, go home early."

The movements were so natural that Jian Yao was a little off guard.

Until he walked away with the girl on his back, she was stunned to touch her forehead...there was still the warm touch of his palm.
To be continued...
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