She is deeply trapped in the Shura field, and the love-brained boss is mad

Lu Nanchen held the business card between two fingers, and after taking his hand back, he didn't even look at it, just pinched a corner. His face was gentle and polite, but his actions were full of unfamiliarity with the lady.

And, his attitude of not caring about what the lady said.

When the noble lady Li Yun saw this, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

He has good looks and speaks decently, but why is his behavior so uncultured?

Although her Yunjiang Group is not very famous, it is still backed by the Jiang family.

As long as the young man in front of him wanted to climb up the ladder, he must have heard of the Jiang family's existence to some extent.

Although the paternity test has not been done yet, Li Yun has subconsciously put herself in the role of Lu Nanchen's mother.

Since ancient times, it has been natural for mothers to discipline their sons.

Li Yun knew that Lu Nanchen might have suffered a lot over the years, and she felt distressed, but more importantly, she wanted to educate her son well in time to prevent him from causing her any trouble in the future when he was in the circle.

Having been an upper-class person for so many years, what Li Yun values ​​most is her face.

So, even though she was unhappy about Lu Nanchen's indifference, she didn't show it on her face.

She just smiled and said to the two of them:

"Then I won't bother you and let's go first."

After saying this in a proper manner, Li Yun turned around and left, quickly getting into a car parked on the side of the road.

The car started slowly and left here quickly.

It wasn't until she really left that Song Zhisheng finally let go of his worries.

She turned her head to look at Lu Nanchen beside her. The smile on Lu Nanchen's lips disappeared, his expression was very dull, and he lowered his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

It was a sunny day, but he gave people a gloomy feeling, as if he was covered by a layer of haze.

Song Zhisheng's breathing slowed down. He couldn't ask him if he was okay, nor could he comfort him.

She knew some of Lu Nanchen's past, but it was not easy to reveal it.

Lu Nanchen hid his past very well. If she knew, and put herself in Lu Nanchen's shoes, she would definitely suspect that she had ulterior motives.

Song Zhisheng had finally escaped the original death outcome, and she really didn't want Lu Nanchen's impression of her to plummet to the bottom because of an accidental exposure of the truth.

She could only look down at her watch and change the subject:

"The purchasing period is almost over. We need to catch up with them quickly."

Hearing this, Lu Nanchen looked up at her. There was no emotion in his eyes, but it made Song Zhisheng feel more stressed.

There was a ridiculous illusion that I was being seen through that swept over me.

Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting. The next second, Lu Nanchen smiled at her with a hint of apology in his tone.

"I forgot there's one more thing I need to buy. You go ahead, I'll be there soon."

There it is again, that unfamiliar, polite tone.

After just meeting each other, the distance between Lu Nanchen and her suddenly widened, as if they were back to the first time they met.

The slight difference that Song Zhisheng felt not long ago disappeared without a trace as the woman left.

This somewhat uncomfortable feeling was as if Lu Nanchen had put on his gentle mask, which had been loosening a little, tightly again, leaving no gaps.

Song Zhisheng was a little worried about him, so after thinking about it, he asked another question.

"Don't you want me to accompany you?"

Lu Nanchen's voice was calm, and he refused without hesitation: "No need."

Just two short words have already made the attitude clear.

Even though Song Zhisheng was worried, Lu Nanchen's words clearly meant to get her away, so she couldn't insist on staying with him.

She nodded: "Okay, see you later."

Since he couldn't control it, Song Zhisheng could only convince himself that Lu Nanchen, as one of the male protagonists, had the aura of a protagonist.

Even if you suddenly see the person who abandoned you in the past and feel difficult to calm down for a while, you will definitely adjust yourself quickly.

Song Zhisheng turned and walked towards the main force with a calm look in his eyes.

This emotion is too heavy and difficult to digest for the time being, so it’s better to give Lu Nanchen some personal space to calm himself down.

After watching Song Zhisheng leave, Lu Nanchen turned around and walked towards the nearest bathroom alone.

Li Yun, who had just left in a car, had returned at some point and parked the car about ten meters away from where they were talking.

Li Yun lowered the car window and watched Lu Nanchen walk into the alley alone, and couldn't help but sigh.

Li Yun finally met someone who might be her son, so how could she leave so easily?

Of course, you should take as many looks as possible.

Li Yun's mood at this moment was actually very complicated.

After searching for several years without success, she thought her son was long gone. Now, when she suddenly saw someone who looked very similar to her son, she felt hopeful, but also more complicated.

If this man was really her son, she would definitely be very happy, but endless troubles would follow.

The total cost of this man's outfit does not exceed 500 yuan, which is the living standard of an ordinary person.

It would certainly be quite difficult to educate people who live this kind of life.

The more Li Yun thought about it, the more headache she had. Finally, she simply rolled up the car window and waved to the driver to drive.

"Go find Sheng Yi."

She rubbed her temples, sighed, and thought, "Forget it, let's take it one step at a time."

She didn't ask the son she found to be as outstanding as Sheng Yi. She just wanted him to be well-behaved, not covet the Jiang family's property, and not embarrass her.

……

Lu Nanchen pushed open the bathroom door. His handsome and gentle face was pale, even his lips were white.

Throwing Li Yun's business card into the trash can, Lu Nanchen walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, squeezed some hand soap and started washing his hands quickly.

His movements lacked the calmness, composure and elegance he usually displayed in front of others.

Lu Nanchen's actions at this moment seemed like he had endless frustration in his heart that needed to be vented.

His face was pale, but his eyes were focused and stubborn as he stared at his hands. After rinsing the foam off his hands, he quickly squeezed out some hand sanitizer.

This condition is much more serious than the last time he came into contact with the crazy woman who hurt Song Zhisheng.

At that time, I just felt disgusted psychologically, and I wanted to wash all the places on my hands that had come into contact with people.

This time, it gives people a feeling of depression and madness as if they don't even want the skin on their fingertips anymore.

Lu Nanchen was so focused when he lowered his head that his glasses accidentally fell into the sink.

Without the decoration of glasses, the gloom in his eyes was fully revealed, and the aggressiveness between his eyebrows was particularly prominent at this moment.

She had beautiful peach blossom eyes, but they only made him look more gloomy.

His emotions leaked out, and his glasses, which were soaked with water after falling, completely tore apart the surface he had tried so hard to imitate and showed to outsiders.

Lu Nanchen raised his eyes. Under the white light, his eyes looked very dark, and the suppressed emotions in them were very heavy.

He looked at himself in the mirror with a vengeful look on his face. After a long time, he began to slowly adjust his emotions, suppressing these dark thoughts bit by bit. The gloomy expression on his face also disappeared, and his expression calmed down.