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- Lu Qiao is not only a "second wife", she is also a "suspect" in Su Suli's eyes. There is no legitimate title, and all the terrible "titles" are worn on Lu Qiao's head.
Lu Qiao watched his aunt leave the villa, then returned to the living room, turned on the computer, and wrote letters to Japan XX Co., Ltd. and Oda respectively; then wrote a letter to Xiaopeng in Canada; and finally left a letter to Shen Fei The date of the letter was set at 5 pm the day after tomorrow. After selecting the scheduled send button, Lu Qiao turned off the computer.
She wrapped a gold card given to her by Shen Fei, the gold jewelry given to her by Shen Fei's parents and the pair of jade bracelets in a piece of silk cloth, went to the bedroom and placed them under the pillow where Shen Fei slept. Lu Qiao stared at the big bed for a long time, then straightened out the bedspread and put the pillows in place.
She turned around and found a handbag in the closet, and put a few clothes and toiletries in it.
Lu Qiao carried her bag and went downstairs. It was extremely difficult to walk up the stairs step by step. The "art calligraphy" left by Su Suli crookedly tilted toward her from several walls. The bright red wall looked like bleeding, and the half-dry paint looked like a bloody mouth under the refraction of the light, which was both sinister and ferocious.
She didn¡¯t dare to look, she didn¡¯t even dare to squint, she forced herself to be calm, forced herself to lower her head in humiliation, and took trembling steps,
Walked out of the door of the villa.
The cold wind blew outside the gate, blowing Lu Qiao's long hair and the corners of his coat. The cell phone rang rapidly in Lu Qiao's pocket.
"Qiaoqiao, what are you doing at home?" Shen Fei's voice was soft, and the Shanghai man's unique accent and taste for his wife couldn't help but make people feel envious.
"Watching TV series." Lu Qiao's answer could not be less submissive, but it did not have the cooing sound of a Shanghai woman.
"Close the doors and windows, it's cold outside." Shen Fei explained with concern.
"It's closed, don't worry, the room is very warm." Lu Qiao shivered when he said this.
"Then you go to bed early. TV dramas are all made up to make people cry and laugh. They affect emotions. Don't watch it too late." Then Shen Fei said: "Kiss you." These two words obviously lowered his voice. Lu Qiao knew that Shen Fei's place must be crowded and inconvenient.
"I'll go to bed soon, good night." After saying that, Lu Qiao pressed the phone button.
The most ordinary greeting, the most warm greeting, contains Shen Fei's meticulous care for Lu Qiao.
But Shen Fei's meticulous care did not sway Lu Qiao's decision. She walked across the lawn path to the car. He put his bag in the trunk and took off his coat and put it on the back seat. She got into Zhang Junyi's Mercedes-Benz, turned on the lights, fastened her seat belt, and drove out of the villa complex.
The brilliance of Shanghai no longer attracts Lu Qiao. She even wants to find a dark corner where no one can find her to hide. She returned to the mood she had in the detention center: the world seemed to no longer belong to her, and she did not belong to this world either.
Before getting onto the highway, she pulled over. Nearly 900 kilometers of road, Lu Qiao has never driven alone. She took off her high-heeled boots and stepped on the accelerator with her socks on; she turned on the CD player and let the beautiful, soft, floating, howling and roaring tones accompany her. She headed south along the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway, heading south towards her destination. When she was tired, she stopped next to the gas station to rest for a while; when she was thirsty, she drank some cold mineral water; when she was hungry, she chewed two biscuits.
It was dawn, and the cold wave from Siberia followed her all the way to the city that gave birth to and raised her, carrying a shrill cry. She was sitting in the car with tears in her eyes when she saw her daughter Lulu wearing a hooded down jacket and carrying a schoolbag to go to school.
, the nanny held Lu Lu¡¯s hand. The little man was getting bigger and bigger, jumping up and down and slowly disappearing from Lu Qiao¡¯s sight.
She finally returned to her home.
With fatigue and unbearable fatigue, she finally stood in front of her mother.
"Mom!" Lu Qiao threw herself into the arms of her stunned mother! ¡
"Were you not allowed to leave Shanghai? Why did you come back again?" My mother finally asked this puzzling question.
"I asked for leave from the Shanghai police and will go back tomorrow."
The old lady nodded doubtfully: "You should sleep for a while, you will be very tired after driving all night."
"Lu Lu, wake me up after school." Lu Qiao added as he walked upstairs.
"Don't worry. You don't need me to wake you up, this girl will wake you up."
When I came to my bedroom, everything was so fresh and strange. For more than half a year, from fleeing to being arrested, to being released on bail pending trial, until now, this warm little nest is always lingering in my mind. How she longed to be able to indulge in it easily and without worries, without being disturbed.??Don't be frightened, don't be trapped by love.
Now that I am back, I am back with physical and mental trauma, full of grievances, and helpless choices. I only take a short break and then I have to set foot on the place where I don¡¯t know the direction but I have to go.
Lu Qiao threw herself on the bed, holding the soft and textured bed cover tightly with one hand, grabbing the pillow with the other hand and covering her mouth. She sobbed, letting her grievances vent and her tears flow. After an unknown amount of time, she gradually fell asleep while crying.
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Something soft and fluffy caressed Lu Qiao's straight nose back and forth. Lu Qiao woke up from her deep sleep. She knew that it was her baby daughter who was playfully surrounding her. She restrained herself from wanting to jump up immediately. Lulu hugged her tightly, pretending to be asleep, and enjoying her daughter gently playing with a feather on her face, lips and nose.
"Mom, I know you're awake, stop pretending, get up!" The smart Xiaolu noticed that a smile gradually appeared on the corner of Lu Qiao's mouth, knowing that her mother had already woken up.
Lu Qiao finally sat up straight and held Xiaolu tightly in his arms.
Lulu stayed in Lu Qiao's arms for a while, then held Lu Qiao's face in both hands and asked, "Mom, are you still leaving?"
"Let's go, mom has to go." Lu Qiao's nose felt sore when she said this, and she blinked her eyes desperately to hold back tears.
¡°Mom, I have a request, can you please grant it to me?¡±
"Just tell me." Lu Qiao pressed his face against his daughter's little face.
"Can you take me to see dad?"
"Okay. But what if you have to go to class in the afternoon?" Lu Qiao replied.
"Please ask for leave, I have never asked for leave." Seeing Lu Qiao pondering, Xiaolu said again: "Mom, please, just take me to see dad."
"Okay. Do you have your teacher's phone number? If so, I'll ask for leave now."
"Of course." Xiaolu was happy not to ask for leave, but because her mother asked for leave for her. Because from the beginning to now, no mother has ever gone to school or held a parent-teacher meeting for her.
Lu Qiao¡¯s return, although short-lived, has added infinite happiness and warmth to this family with only the youngest.
Lu Qiao had a meal with her mother, and asked for leave for Xiaolu. Amid her mother's repeated warnings, Lu Qiao took Xiaolu out and went out to see Zheng Dongsheng.
Walking out of the city, there are only drifting dead leaves left on the street trees on the roadside in the suburbs. The earth is lonely, and tenacity is written in the cold wind.
"Mom, can I call dad? Let him come to the roadside to pick us up." Xiaolu was extremely happy. Girls will never let the cold weather affect their mood.
"We'd better give your dad a surprise. Look, on such a cold day, why are you willing to let your dad blow the cold wind outside?"
"Okay. Let's give Dad a big surprise!" Xiaolu giggled happily.
"There is a fork ahead, which direction should we go, Lulu?" Lu Qiao asked Xiaolu.
"Go right, then left, and keep going." Xiaolu already had the route to Zheng Dongsheng's orange grove memorized in his head.
When Lu Qiao appeared in front of Zheng Dongsheng with Lu Lu in hand, this tough man was not only surprised but also shed endless tears.
Lu Qiao looked at Zheng Dongsheng, and Zheng Dongsheng looked at Lu Qiao. The conversation in the eyes is quiet, sweet and mysterious:
"You finally came?"
"Yes. I'm here to see you."
"I miss you."
"I miss you too."
This old house is full of joy. The villagers who were still working in the backyard rushed into the main room to see Zheng Dongsheng's "wife"!
Even the village director was alarmed. The village director surnamed Zhang, the women's director, and a bunch of other village leaders all came to Zheng Dongsheng's hall.
Mrs. Zhang and Lao Bian were even busier, killing chickens, cutting meat, lighting fires and burning firewood. They were even more energetic than during the Chinese New Year.
Citrus fruits are put on the table, melon seeds and peanuts are put on the table, and cups of steaming tea are put on the table.
"Tsk, tsk, I can't tell, I really can't tell. This old Zheng is just an ordinary person, and he's half paralyzed. His wife is simply a fairy! She's even prettier than that big photo!" Mrs. Zhang was busy with her work. He kept telling the villagers the little stories he knew about Lu Qiao's photos.
Lu Qiao was even more surprised. She didn't expect that there would be such a spectacular scene when she came to see Zheng Dongsheng.
The dishes prepared by Sister-in-law Zhang and his wife Zhang Luo were full of aroma and were piled on three large round tables. Lu Qiao was excited by the enthusiasm of the villagers. She knew that Zheng Dongsheng was already here.The root was taken down. She was surrounded by village cadres. She raised her glass of wine and thanked everyone for taking care of Zheng Dongsheng and for welcoming her.
Lu Lu smiled happily, because everyone liked her mother and also liked her. ¡
When the cold moon hung in the sky again, people went home happily.
Zheng Dongsheng slowly led Lu Qiao and Lu Lu upstairs without the help of two caregivers.
When Zheng Dongsheng took Lu Lu to the bathroom to plug in the water heater and then turn on the air conditioner, Lu Qiao received another call from Shen Fei:
"Baby, what are you doing?" Shen Fei's tender tone poured into Lu Qiao's ears from the phone again.
"I'm preparing to have a video chat with Pengpeng." Lu Qiao answered.
¡°I¡¯ll be back after the meeting tomorrow afternoon.¡±
"Pay attention to safety on the road." Lu Qiao said.
¡°It¡¯s like an arrow to get home!¡± Shen Fei said implicitly on the other end of the phone.
"You have to pay attention to safety even when you are returning home. Oh, Pengpeng is online." Lu Qiao said.
"Then you talk to your son. Ask about the condition of the prosthetic limbs."
"Okay. I will, hang up." After Lu Qiao said this, he pressed the button on the phone.
She didn¡¯t want to hear Shen Fei¡¯s words of ¡°kiss you¡± again.
The good mood stirred up by the villagers disappeared instantly. Lu Qiao was expressionless, standing in the corridor on the second floor, looking at the fluorescent lamps, glowing with white light.
"Mom, come in quickly." Xiaolu shouted and ran out of the room, dragging Lu Qiao into the room.
"My room?" Lu Qiao looked at Zheng Dongsheng in surprise. In front of her was the room that Zheng Dongsheng had prepared for her many years ago. It was half earth and half ocean. Above the bedside was a photo of Lu Qiao when he was 16 years old. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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