Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

Chapter 445

Lu Yao pushes open the door of the room. Lu Fu, who is in a daze at the window sill, slowly turns his head.

His eyes were empty, and it was not easy to focus. He saw the woman standing at the door against the light. He drew up a pale smile and waved to her, "Yao Yao, come back..."

Lu Yao gently took the door, walked to his father's side, stood at a distance of one meter, naively responded: "well, I'm back."

There is a lamp on the desk on the windowsill. The white light hits the old man's face, which makes his face full of gullies and looks old.

The old man tried to turn the wheelchair, but because of his weak strength, he tried his best to push the table behind him. He managed to turn the wheelchair a little bit and brought down the books lying on the table.

Lu Yao clenched her fists tightly and her eyes glistened, but she tried to hold back and didn't go forward to help. She was dumb and shocked, not knowing when her father had become what she is now.

In retrospect, she has not stepped into this room for a long time, and has not sat opposite her father for a long time.

She can't use busy work as an excuse. From the bottom of her heart, she is escaping from such a picture. She doesn't know for what reason, like being dominated by the fear hovering in a corner.

Lu Yao bent down to pick up the book on the ground, opened the cover page and laughed, "you are still reading this book on system law."

She finished, patted the dust on the book, spread it flat and put it back on the table.

Lu's father laughed at his speech. His smile was clear, like a child who was not familiar with the world. "I can't remember. When I'm awake, I'll turn it out. But now I can't see the words clearly."

The old man said, suddenly a little embarrassed, staring at the finger in front of the body. He clasped his hands and curled his fingers together as if he were nervous.

Lu Yao sat down at the corner of the bed, reached out and firmly grasped his fingers. Suddenly, he felt that his throat was very astringent, "Dad..."

"Did I do something wrong again?" Lu Fu's eyes were terrified, but he took Lu Yao's hand. After silence for a long time, he slowly vomited out a turbid breath. "Yao Yao, dad doesn't want to involve you any more. It's too tired to live like this."

"What are you talking about, Dad." Lu Yao lowered her head, and her tears fell on her long windbreaker. "Don't think about it. You can't be wronged if you have my mother and I here."

She didn't know what to say. The eloquent woman, at this moment, all her words were pale and powerless.

Lu's father listened, but he slowly hooked the corner of his lips. He looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall, and his eyes gathered around somewhere. "Yao Yao, Dad, there is one more thing for you. Your aunt Mushan's death day is after the new year's day. I hope you can make time to worship for me again. If you can, every year in the future..."

He suddenly pursed his lips. Some of them couldn't speak. He knew that it was difficult for Lu Yao.

"It's me that Mu Ming wants to revenge. Mu Shan's death has something to do with me..." As his throat rolled up and down, Lu Fu withdrew the hand curled up in front of him and said, "Yao Yao, if you are in a dilemma, I can understand."

"I see, Dad." Lu Yao saw through her father's cautious mood, which really hurt her, "I will go, you can rest assured."

Lu Yao has no intention to explore the past disputes between mu Shan and her father. She knows that old friends go and there is no need to mention the old things.

"Don't tell your mother about it." Lu Fu solemnly wrung his eyebrows, as if to warn. As soon as the sound of the words fell, the door was knocked.

Lu's mother pushed the door in and looked at it against the light.

Then listen to the sound of slippers rubbing the floor, close to see her hand holding a bowl of soup, the thick aroma of the air. Lu Yao consciously sat down beside her and let her father's nearest seat out.

Lu's mother took the soup, blowing the heat while sitting next to Lu Fu, "you don't eat much at night. Drink a bowl of soup."

A gust of hot air rushed to Lu Fu's face with a thick fragrance. The old man frowned and pouted, "what soup is this?"

"Pig liver soup." The spoon banged against the rice bowl and made a few crisp noises. Lu's mother held it up and almost reached Lu Fu's lips. "You didn't want to drink it some time ago. It was specially cooked for you."

"No Lu's father did not mind, the boss was reluctant. Although he had made an attitude, he still looked at the gloomy woman with some uneasiness.

Until she was holding a breath and was about to roar, she opened her mouth again and said, "I'd better drink some."

Lu Yao laughs. At this time, the mobile phone in the living room rings, and she goes out of the room by bypassing them. Pick up the mobile phone on the sofa, see the caller ID after some micro a Leng, suddenly react.

"Where is it?" As soon as this side was connected, Shao Yunchen couldn't help frowning, and his eyes were frightfully cold.

By this time, the man had been sitting on a bench in the public rest area for nearly an hour, with a large box of popcorn in his hand and his eyes turning around in the empty hall. Occasionally we can see a pair of couples in a hurry to pick up the ticket, and then arm in hand into the ticket area.Shao Yunchen put the popcorn aside, looked up at the time, "Lu Yao, you are late."

Lu Yao opened her lips and left the matter out of the blue. "This There's something too late for me. Why don't we watch the next one? "

"Next scene?" Shao Yunchen had a gloomy face, "where are you? I'll pick you up. "

The voice is not full of emotion, Lu Yao side of the bag to the door, while in a hurry to deal with, "no, I'm on the way, right now."

She changed her shoes at the door, and soon Shao Yunchen clearly heard the sound of the door handle turning, and exposed it mercilessly, "haven't you gone out yet?"

After that, he got up and went to the exit. Unexpectedly, he heard the hesitant voice of the woman on the phone. He couldn't help but hook up the corner of his lip, "wait for me at home."

Before the phone was about to be hung up, Lu Yao closed the door again and said something gently. Then she heard a loud noise in the room. Then Lu's mother ran out of the room, her hands stained with blood, "Yao Yao..."

The old man's eyes trembled, and her voice couldn't help shaking. Lu Yao lost her mobile phone and bag, and she crossed her mother and quickly ran into the room.

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in the hospital.

When Shao Yunchen arrived, she found Lu Yao curled up in the stairwell of the hospital. She was smoking, and the cigarette butts scattered all over the floor under her feet.

"Yao Yao..." He stood by the door and gave a low cry.

Then on the line of sight, is a pair of blood red big eyes, eyes full of shivering despair and fear.

Seeing Shao Yunchen, Lu Yao subconsciously hid the cigarette in her hand. At last, she wiped a corner of her eye and said weakly, "here you are."

Her voice is peaceful, but for those eyes, Shao Yunchen would have been cheated by her disguised strength.

"Here I am." He took another two steps forward and squatted down in front of her. He picked up the remaining half of the cigarette and put it on the bottom of his foot and twisted it out. "Yao Yao, don't worry, there's me."

This soft voice, almost all the gentleness of men.

Lu Yao sat on the steps with her elbows supporting her knees. Her face was buried in her palm. In a short time, her tears soaked her whole palm.

"Yunchen, I don't have a father any more." Her voice was "buzzing" and could not really hear, "my mother said that he had liver cancer, and I only knew that he had advanced liver cancer."

At this time, the remorse and self reproach in her heart almost destroyed her. "He is really not a good man, many people hate him, but I can't, he is my father..."

She said, but she couldn't hold on. She threw her arms into his arms and began to cry.

The cry reverberated in the narrow and narrow compartment, one by one, violently stirred Shao Yunchen's heart.

His broad palms caressed her head again and again. He was silent and did not speak, but he increased the strength of his arm again and again.