After returning to his room, Lu Yanbei lay back on the bed.

In the room and on the big bed, there seemed to be the smell of Zuli, which made him linger.

The scenes of last night kept popping up in his mind like a movie. The charming fragrance and soft touch on her body made the beast that had finally fallen asleep in Lu Yanbei's body wake up again.

Damn it!

He cursed inwardly.

I really don’t know whether the medicine is too effective or I am too indifferent.

Lu Yanbei smoked a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it in his mouth.

These days, he has been trying to push Zuli away because of his legs. But yesterday, he asked his old man Hong Fu, and these things that shouldn't have happened to him and Zuli again.

But the reality is that not only does his legs not heal, but the remaining poisons in his body are also likely to make him sleep again.

I slept for two years for the first time.

What about the second time?

How many years will he sleep?

What if he had to sleep for ten years, what if he had to sleep for twenty years?

Or, never wake up?

Or, they naturally grow old and die naturally in their sleep?

Then what should she, Zuli, do?

Lu Yanbei finished smoking the cigarette and pressed the cigarette butts heavily into the ashtray.

He took out his cell phone, opened Zuli's address book, and after hesitating for a while, he called her.

Lu Yanbei thought he wanted to draw a clear line with her, but after the phone was connected, Su Li had not even made a sound, Lu Yanbei was the first to ask her: "Is your health okay?"

Zu Li also thought that Lu Yanbei called to draw a clear line with him.

That kind of cold and indifferent attitude is his style.

But unexpectedly, the first sentence I said was to care about her.

Zuli was somewhat surprised.

Flattered.

I felt joy in my heart, but my tone of answering words calmed myself as much as possible, "... Fortunately, I was a little sleepy."

"You didn't sleep much all night, of course you'd be sleepy."

Lu Yanbei seemed a little unhappy and said, "Since you feel uncomfortable, why don't you just take a leave?"

Zu Li replied: "Anyway, the resignation letter has been submitted. Today I will only do the handover work. In the last few days, I need to do it well."

"You are going to quit?"

This news made Lu Yanbei's tense lip line slightly loose.

The joy is beyond words.

But he himself did not notice it.

"Well, it's just about the Chinese New Year, let's take a holiday for yourself!"

“Okay.”

Lu Yanbei paused and added: "Go home to rest after get off work."

"……good."

“Last night…”

"I know!"

Before Lu Yanbei could answer, Su Li quickly stopped him.

Because she probably guessed what he wanted to say, but she didn't want to hear him say it in person, so she snatched: "I know you drank my grandfather's bowl of secret soup last night, which was like that to me. Grandpa apologized to me early this morning. What happened last night had nothing to do with you. I understand and don't care. Everyone is adults, and there is no need for anyone to be responsible for their life. You don't have to take it to heart, and I won't remember it in my heart. Just treat the mutual comfort of two adults."

Zuli said it easily.

That indifferent tone made Lu Yanbei feel a little inexplicably depressed.

What she said was exactly what he wanted, but why was he not happy at all?

What does it mean to ‘no one needs to be responsible for whom’? What does it mean to be a mutual comfort between two adults?

So, the dry fire last night was just a lonely comfort in this woman's opinion?

Lu Yanbei didn't say a word, but he threw the phone directly on.

Zuli was a little puzzled on this end.

Did she say something wrong just now?

Why did this person get angry when he said he was angry?

****

After the scandal was exposed, Li Chuqing almost became a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouted and beaten.

Her single apartment has long been blocked by reporters and black fans. She can only stay in this hundreds of square meters apartment every day and can't go anywhere.

After Wang Chunchun told her about the public relations method proposed by Lin Yanyao, she was so angry that she threw two of the antiques at home.

I wanted to call Lin Yanyao to scold him, but my mother even confiscated his phone.

Her life is no different from being under house arrest.

She stood behind the cat's eyes and looked at the paparazzi sitting on the corridor outside, and stomped her feet in anger, "When will these flies let me go? I won't be tied to this ghost place. I'm going to go out, I'm going out-"

She is going out to meet Lin Yanyao!

She wanted to question him if he had issued the public relations plan.

She was going to ask him what he meant.

"Stop making trouble!"

Qin Fengyun was so worried about her daughter that her white hair was about to come out, "You girl is just uneasy. When she was a child, she was doing well with Yan Yao. You insisted on Yan Bei. Now that you have grown up and married Yan Bei, you have gotten into Yan Yao again. What do you want to do? I really want to make your mother angry and I am willing to do it? Ah?"

Li Chuqing was a little frustrated.

She sat on the ground, "Mom, please return the phone to me!"

"No, you must be trying to call Yan Yao!"

"mom--"

"Listen to your mother, be fine. Don't contact him again during this period, okay?"

"mom--"

"I think the public relations method that Chunchun said is very good. It is impossible for you and Yan Yao. Just cut off this idea!"

"If you don't want to give me your phone, I'll open the door and rush out now!"

Li Chuqing said, getting up and going to open the door.

"No, no, no!! My aunt!!"

Qin Fengyun rushed over and pulled her in a hurry, "You really don't want to live anymore? Are you going out now and you're still being eaten alive by those paparazzi?"

"cell phone."

Qin Fengyun was helpless and couldn't resist her, "You have always been so willful and always only care about yourself."

Qin Fengyun said angrily and stuffed his phone into his daughter's hand.

After Li Chuqing got the phone, she was as happy as a child who had picked up candy.

He quickly turned on his phone and ran back to his room.

As soon as I turned on, my phone kept vibrating.

Thousands of items were pushed on WeChat.

The text messages broke through more than two.

There are also thousands of missed caller IDs.

So ten minutes before the start of the phone, her phone was still unable to use normally, and she kept getting stuck and shaking.

She was so anxious that she kept circling around in the same place with her cell phone.

This broken cell phone is so annoying!

Why are there so many messy calls?

Li Chuqing knew that 99% of these might have been bombarded by media reporters.

But she was not in the mood to care about this, and the only person she wanted to contact now was Lin Yanyao.

The phone finally returned to normal. Li Chuqing didn't want to wait for a second, so she quickly called Lin Yanyao.
To be continued...