When the mother and daughter did not react, the bare hands on their shoulders had already left.
Lu Mian picked up his schoolbag again, raised his leg upstairs, and smiled as he walked: "The acting is pretty good, but the script is not good."
Lu Xinnuan and Fu Man were both embarrassed.
Lu Mian said, always like this. It's like a thorn that pierces the heart with no lightness or weight, and it can't be pulled out or pressed down.
The grand-sounding fig leaf was torn off by her lightly, and what was left was Chi Guoguo's conspiracy and calculations.
Lu Mian ignored it and went straight upstairs.
She unzipped the chain of her schoolbag, scanned the dark room, and threw the hairpin gift box and a few books into her bag.
Looking at it again, it seemed that there was nothing else to take away.
She wandered downstairs.
Fu Man, Lu Xinnuan and Lu Zhizhai were still in the living room, talking in silence and embarrassment.
When Fu Man saw her coming down again, his heart sighed, "What are you going to do?"
Lu Mian passed by her with a faint expression: "Just as if I haven't come back." After all, he couldn't wait for their welcome home, so it's better to cut it off and be neat. Those who stared at her probably couldn't fault it.
"Are you going?" Fu Man's voice was a little flustered, but Lu Mian had already taken the lead out of the house, his back was absolutely indifferent.
She stepped forward and chased for two steps, "Mianmian—"
"Mom!" Lu Xinnuan called out anxiously, holding her arms easily, "Be careful!"
At this moment, Lu Mian had already walked far away, and even disappeared.
"This child with no conscience, she is going to me off!" Fu Man was annoyed and sad.
Lu Xinnuan shook her head helplessly, "Mom, don't be sad. Maybe my sister will be back in two days..."
That's what she said, but when she looked at the direction of Lu Mian's disappearance, she let out a long sigh of relief.
Their Lu family will never be stained again.
Lu Mian walked out of Lu's door, his face was always plain, and he looked up and saw a black car parked at the door--the one that brought her back.
She walked two steps forward and knocked on the window.
The car window slowly fell, and the graceful face appeared slowly.
The deep black eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses looked at Lu Mian with a smile.
"You haven't left yet?"
"I guess you might come out." Xiao Qimo said elegantly, and then stepped out of the driver's seat. The gentleman naturally took Lu Mian's backpack and opened the passenger door for her.
"Get in the car and take you home." He said.
Lu Mian was taken aback, holding the car door still.
I repeated the word "home" in my heart, a little lost.
Where does she have home...
Xiao Qimo watched her quietly staying in the night breeze, her thin figure, and the stubborn long flowers, which was inexplicably distressing.
He suddenly remembered what Ye Jinwen had said: how bad a person is, how sad is in his heart.
After all, Lu Mian was just a 19-year-old girl.
Many people are still the little princesses and little princes in the palms of their parents, who have never been weaned while waiting to be breast-fed, but with her tenacious vitality, she is self-reliant and blooms alone.
He also understood: why the other four victims who returned from the 726 kidnapping case later all became dead.
That's because you have been given up by your loved ones before, even if you come back, you will not get love.
It would be better to erase personal information and start over with a new identity.
Xiao Qimo condensed his thoughts, stretched out his hand in the evening breeze, and rubbed her soft and broken hair. His movements were gentle and gentle, completely involuntary.
"Let's go." He quickly retracted his palm.
Lu Mian squinted at him coldly, and didn't say anything in the end, and got into the car with a loud "Um".
The car returned the same way.
Xiao Qimo turned the steering wheel slowly, and said, "Mysterious Man #13...The other person is really good."
