Ji Xingchen visited Mr. Lu once before recording the variety show. The old man's health still did not improve and he said he would stay in the hospital for a month.

After coming out of the hospital, Ji Xingchen had some doubts about Mr. Lu's condition. The old man looked very energetic, so why was he always in bad condition?

Thinking of this, an idea flashed in my mind.

Ji Xingchen narrowed his fox eyes and drove directly to his home.

Ever since Ji Rusong moved away with Qin Li and Ji Ran, the Ji family has seemed particularly deserted.

Although Lu Yanbei relied on her, he left early and came back late, so Ji Xingchen often didn't see him all day long.

So every day she would tell Zhang Ma to turn on the lights at night.

Ji Xingchen got out of the car. The stars were sparse at night, but the villa was completely dark.

She couldn't help but frown.

Ji Xingchen walked towards the house and called out tentatively: "Mother Zhang?"

No one answered her.

strangeness.

Zhang's mother usually waits for her to come home in the living room.

She reached out to turn on the light, but when she pressed it, there was no response.

Isn't it? Is there a power outage?

Ji Xingchen walked inside in the dark, confused.

Suddenly, her knee hit something, her whole body tilted, and she fell forward on the sofa as if she had lost her center of gravity.

There was no light at all in the room, and she could hardly see anything clearly. She could only feel that she had hit a man's body.

She seemed to have hit someone.

A muffled groan came from my ears.

Ji Xingchen's heart skipped a beat, and she tried to get up by holding up her arms, but her arms were wrapped around someone. She got up in a hurry, and her whole body was brought back by the force, and she was hit hard.

There was a soft touch on the lips.

Ji Xingchen was stunned for a second and then slapped him reflexively.

There was a "pop" sound.

As loud as you want.

"hiss!"

The man on the sofa finally reacted, and his voice was deeper and heavier than usual, with a bit of a nasal sound.

Faintly angry: "Ji, Xing, Chen!"

Ji Xingchen hurriedly got up and shrank to the side, "What, I didn't mean it."

Who knows he will sleep on the sofa!

Lu Yanbei was grinding his back molars. The emotion on his face could not be clearly seen in the darkness, but his voice was cold, with a bit of gritted teeth: "I believe it."

"What?"

"If you did it on purpose." Lu Yanbei sneered, "I'm afraid I'll get slapped on both sides of my face, right?"

Ji Xingchen: "..."

It's not entirely unreasonable.

She coughed dryly: "Is there a power outage at home?"

Lu Yanbei's eyebrows moved slightly and he said a faint "hmm".

Ji Xingchen looked up and saw darkness. He couldn't help but mutter: "It's strange. I have lived here for twenty years and I have never seen a power outage in this area. Why did it stop today?"

Lu Yanbei paused while looking for a lighter, then continued looking as if nothing had happened.

Ji Xingchen turned on the flashlight on his cell phone and happened to catch a glimpse of him taking out a lighter from his pocket. Their eyes met in the air and they were silent for a moment.

The man's arms and legs are so long that they almost cover the entire sofa.

The white shirt on his body was wrinkled a lot, and his tie was loose and tilted to one side.

Ji Xingchen frowned, and Lu Yanbei looked very pale, not looking normal.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lu Yanbei lit the candlestick on the table. The dim candlelight softened his usually sharp features, and he lost the feeling of dignity and oppression that he had in the company during the day.

He said in a low voice: "It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable and have a fever."

Ji Xingchen's eyebrows knitted deeper, "You're not feeling well, why don't you take a good rest and still sleep here on the sofa? Have you taken any medicine? Go to the hospital quickly!"

Lu Yanbei's Adam's apple rolled. It seemed that what Zhou Sui said was indeed useful.

Ji Xingchen continued to frown and said in disgust: "What if you get infected with me?"

Lu Yanbei: "..."

The tip of his tongue was touching his back molars, and his face was as cold as ice.

He asked with a smile on his face, "You don't care about me at all?"

Listening to it, there was still a hint of reluctance in his tone.

Ji Xingchen chuckled and said, "Why should I care about you? You go find Liang Ruo to care about you."

Lu Yanbei's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly: "You and Liang Ruo can't get along, right?"

Ji Xingchen stood up by the light of the mobile phone's flashlight, passed by him, and said sarcastically: "Not only do I have trouble with the word Liang Ruo, I also have trouble with the person Liang Ruo."

After saying that, she turned around and walked upstairs, not caring about Lu Yanbei who was sick.

"I was not the one who had Mr. Li's hand. Also, at the airport that day, I just happened to be back from a business trip and didn't pick her up on purpose. The photo she posted on Weibo was taken without my knowledge."

A man's voice sounded from behind, low and hoarse.

Ji Xingchen's back stiffened for a moment, then he slowly turned around: "I know."

Song Lin sent Lu Yanbei's itinerary to her every day, and she knew that he was coming back from a business trip that day.

But so what.

Lu Yanbei frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand: "Do you know you want to divorce me?"

He has explained about the fireflies, he has also explained about the jewelry contest, and she knows everything about Mr. Li and the airport pick-up.

Why did Ji Xingchen still want to divorce him?

Ji Xingchen looked at him and thought it would be a good idea to talk things over today: "My dissatisfaction with you is not just because of Liang Ruo. To be fair, we have been married for two years. You know better than me how bad this marriage is. I call it

Isn't it an exaggeration to have a widowed marriage? And Liang Ruo, you clearly know that I don't like her, but you still want to associate with her. Maybe you think it's okay, but I can't. What I want is uniqueness and preference. You

You can’t give it to me, so we divorced.”

This was the first time Ji Xingchen calmly talked about the problems in their marriage.

However, Lu Yanbei felt his heart sting, as if something was moving away.

He looked at Ji Xingchen with deep peach blossom eyes.

His canary seemed to be escaping from the cage he had woven for her.

After a long time, Lu Yanbei said: "Do you still remember the car accident when I was eighteen?"

Ji Xingchen didn't know why Lu Yanbei suddenly mentioned this, but she still said: "Remember."

Lu Yanbei: "Liang Ruo's brother was also in the car at the time."

Ji Xingchen was stunned for a moment, his pupils contracted slightly: "What?"

Lu Yanbei raised his eyelids slightly and said in a deep voice: "He died to save me. If he hadn't rushed over and hugged my head, I would have been the one who died in the car accident."

Ji Xingchen tightened his palms. Lu Yanbei spent half a year recovering in the hospital before his body gradually recovered. However, not a single word about the car accident or Liang Chao news appeared.

Mr. Lu announced to the public that Liang Chao had returned to his hometown in the countryside.

Is this actually the truth of the matter?

No wonder……

No wonder Liang Ruo was able to dance in front of her at will for so many years. It turned out that she knew that the Liang family was kind to the Lu family, and with the Lu family as their backer, she couldn't do what she wanted to do?


Chapter completed!