Chapter 21

Lu Yan stood outside the door and looked at her deeply.

Eyes do not know what emotion, cold, looking at the metaphor a panic.

The speech bites the lip, the hand trembles, deleted the call record on the screen.

Lu Yan took a big step, a few steps to the side of the metaphor, grabbed the mobile phone in her hand, there is no just that phone.

He clenched his hands and clenched his cheeks. His eyes were sharp, and the veins of his temples were undulating.

As soon as he raised his hand, he smashed the mobile phone against the wall.

The cell phone hit the wall and fell apart.

His thin lips twisted like a knife: "Yu Yu, who were you talking to just now? You delete the call record with whom, you are so afraid, afraid that she will come back, you will not delete all this, right? "

The words and expressions are enlightening, so we take a few steps back.

She raised her eyes and ran into Lu Yan's angry black eyes, almost burned.

"No..."

She wanted to explain.

Lu Yan's expression is the calm before the storm: "do you still have contact with Xia Xia? How is she doing now? "

"I don't know..."

"Why don't you know? It's all your encouragement. Don't you know? You want to marry into a rich family for yourself and have a father for your daughter. Don't you know what you have done? "

The metaphor is stiff on her back. Her fingers hanging on her side are slowly tightened. She only says: "Lu Yan, Xu Yingxia, she wants to go by herself. She is an adult. She kneels down to ask me something. I believe you will never want to know. I am selfish, but she is not a good thing either..."

Before she finished, Lu Yan kicked over the low stool.

The harsh sound stops the rest of the speech.

The stool rolled and rolled on the carpet before it stopped.

Lu Yan stares at Yu Yu's pale face. The corner of his mouth rises slightly, holding a sneer: "no matter how bad she is, it's better than you. She's trading with her marriage and body..." "Cheap women," he said, pausing

These four words, like a poisoned knife, are cut into the heart of words, and the pain is flowing in the four limbs and bones.

The man clasped his finger on the jaw of the speech and looked at it with shame for a long time. Then he released his hand and said contemptuously, "this is what a mother is like, and her daughter is..."

"Pa!"

Let's hear it.

This time, it was a harsh slap, which severely fanned Lu Yan's face, leaving a deep red mark on his handsome face.

Women are not soft at all.

There was silence in the room, and words could hear her own shortness of breath and a choking in her throat.

Lu Yan's eyes were so dark that he could hardly see any ray of light, covered with a very light fog, with a dangerous atmosphere.

As if the next second, the metaphor will be eaten alive by him.

The words and expressions don't dodge in their eyes, but directly face Lu Yan.

She clenched her teeth: "Lu Yan, I want to be by your side. Yes, I want to be nice to you. I also admit that my purpose to you is not pure. I don't care what you say, but how can you say such ugly words to a child?"

Words gnash their teeth: "son of a bitch, you are an asshole!"

Her long eyelashes were wet with tears, her amber pupils misted, and her white cheeks were a little red, a little wronged and pathetic.

I can't bear it.

When she got angry, she looked better than when she was a good person.

The anger on his face took away all the colors around him.

Lu Yan thin lips cold, throat micro movement, staring at the words for a long time, nothing to say, nothing to do, turned and left.

Outside.

The assistant carefully raised his eyes and saw the slapping sound on Mr. Lu's face. Then he thought of the quarrel that had just come from the room. He also had a number in his heart.

I don't know why, I suddenly feel a little funny.

When Miss Xu was here before, she didn't dare to fight Mr. Lu like this, did she?

Is it the first time President Lu has been beaten by a woman?

Just thinking about it, Lu Yan's voice without any temperature came from his head: "good looking?"

Assistant dry cough voice, of course, dare not answer good-looking, but said: "Mr. Lu, need to check just that phone?"

Lu Yan opened his legs and walked to his room. He seemed to sneer. His voice was clean and hoarse with inexplicable evil spirit: "check it out, and from now on, monitor the verbal phone."

The next day, the red mark on Lu Yan's face could still be seen, even if the ice had been applied all night.

Yu glanced at his face and felt a bit embarrassed. He almost stayed up all night last night, but now he feels a bit funny.

Mr. Lu, who is famous and indisputable, is about to meet his subordinates and clients. However, his face is full of traces of women's ambiguity. With his toes, he wants to know how he will be ridiculed by clients.Lu Yan's face is very bad. He is stretching his lips and has no radian.

Don't look at words.

's words caught him: "Lu, I have concealer, your face..."

Lu Yan's eyes are dark.

But his step somehow stopped, looked at the assistant, the assistant understood what he meant.

Lu Yan and Yu return to Yu's room.

There are a lot of bottles and jars in the suitcase. Lu Yan glanced at them and didn't understand them. But he had seen them on Xu Yingxia's desk before. Women generally like these things. There are two kinds of concealment in

, which is in line with her white complexion, lighter and darkly. It is often used in the shadow of the alar and is suitable for Lu Yan's complexion.

her fair fingers squeezed the defects and put them on the back of her hand.

Rub the finger belly, slightly hot, and then rub a little, to give Lu Yan painted.

Lu Yan's eyes are dark.

She pursed her lips, and then the curvature of her lips raised a little bit: "you sit down, so how can I help you?"

Lu Yan's thin lips became a straight line. He still looked at her for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand. His eyelashes dodged and suddenly remembered that he slapped him last night. His first thought was that this heartless man would not want to fight back, would he?

Lu Yan wrung his brows and sneered, "are you afraid I'll hit you? Where did you hit me last night? "

He said, but sat down obediently.

The back is straight, the eyebrows and eyes are flat, but the dark and quiet eyes have some unknown meaning.

Simile lowered his eyes, staring at his features, chest gently undulating, close to the point, whispered: "you side a little, so I can easily smear."