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The elevator went down, and the numbers on the display jumped rapidly.

The man's cold side face was reflected in the mirror. Dark cufflinks were exposed under the unwrinkled formal coat, and the dark sapphires were surrounded by bits of broken diamonds, reflecting a cool light under the lamp.

Lu Xian stroked the cigarette case, the slight sense of weightlessness made him a little dazed, he took out a cigarette and held it between his fingers, but he didn't light it for a long time.

It wasn't until the elevator reached the parking lot that Lu Xian came back to his senses. He pursed his thin lips and walked out.

The gray car was parked not far away.

Seeing him coming alone, Lu Fuling looked back in surprise, "Song Jue didn't come? Has he already eaten?"

It was only then that Lu Xian remembered his original purpose, he lowered his eyes, and responded lightly, "Yes."

Lu Fuling smiled, and stepped on the gas pedal, "That's really unfortunate, it seems that I'm the only one to exploit my uncle."

Lu Xian glanced at him, but didn't speak.

After a while, the car pulled out of the underground parking lot.

The summer is scorching, the afternoon sun is dazzling and dazzling, and the turbulent heat waves seem to engulf people.

Lu Xian turned down the sun visor, turned on the phone and sent a message to Secretary Yu.

【Order me a porridge from Yude. 】

Secretary Yu replied quickly.

【Okay President, but didn't you go out with Mr. Lu, where are you going to send this porridge? 】

Lu Xian typed the word "Song Jue", but hesitated for a moment when he was about to send it. He thought about it and re-typed a few words.

[Ask Assistant Zhang if Song Jue has lunch today]

【OK. 】

After receiving the other party's reply, Lu Xian quit the message page and did not pay any more attention.

After eating, the two returned to the company.

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon when the last document was processed.

The setting sun hangs obliquely on the horizon, and the afterglow shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if coated with a layer of gold.

The office was very quiet, only Lu Xian was alone.

He leaned on the seat a little tiredly, stretched out his hand and pinched the Qingming acupoint.

Then the phone vibrated.

He straightened up, reached out to pick up the phone from the table, and before he had time to see what it was, he found two unread messages from before.

It was a message from Secretary Yu.

14:42 Vice President Song hasn't had lunch yet.

15:04 The porridge has been delivered.

Lu Xian paused.

He looked at these few words, and the words Song Jue said to him before echoed in his mind again.

Lu Xian closed his eyes.

He couldn't fail to see the young man's cautious temptation hidden under the joke, just like Song Jue who knew his answer but still asked it out.

But now, he...

"Lu Xian."

The youthful and clear voice came over the phone.

Lu Xian came back to his senses, he looked down at the phone screen, only to realize that he had unknowingly dialed Yuan Yu's number.

Probably thinking of the usual routine, the young man raised his voice slightly and asked with some joy, "Are you coming over tonight?"

Lu Xian was silent for a moment.

It seems that it has been a long time since he and Song Jue have been in touch with his former lover.

It's special.

He has always been unruly, refined and self-interested, and it is not uncommon for him to have several lovers at the same time in the past.But now, he subconsciously gave Song Jue this special gift.

Perhaps in the eyes of most people, this is nothing at all. Love requires loyalty to a partner.

But between him and Song Jue, how could it be called love?

Lu Xian slightly bent the corner of his mouth.

This period of silence was too long, Yuan Yu seemed to realize something, his voice lowered, and he was no longer as happy as before, "Lu Xian?"

The man came back to his senses, and he said softly, "Well, I'll be here later."

At this time, someone knocked on the office door.

Lu Xian hung up the phone, put the phone on the table, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Song Jue pushed open the door. He was wearing a gray suit, with a straight figure, slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes, looking at Lu Xian with soft and focused eyes, "Uncle Lu, are you done with your work?"

Lu Xian raised his eyes, "Are you off work?"

Song Jue replied, "Yes, several items have been dealt with."

Lu Xian nodded without asking further questions.

He closed the pen, took out a car key from the drawer, and pushed it in front of Song Jue's eyes, "Go back first, I have a party tonight."

Song Jue was a little surprised, but he regained his composure in an instant, and asked softly, "Do you need me to accompany you?"

Lu Xian refused, "No need, you go back and rest."

The dinner that Yuan Yu prepared was according to Lu Xian's preference. He had been with Lu Xian for many years, even though sometimes he didn't see each other for a few months, his position was considered stable.

The dishes are exquisite, and the young man's sense of propriety is well controlled, without shrinking and inferiority, and there is a unique bookish atmosphere in his conversation.

In the past, every time he came here, Yuan Yu's gentleness could quietly soothe the restlessness in the man's heart, but today, for some reason, Lu Xian only felt a little boring.

Is it too long?

So it has lost its original freshness?

still is……

Lu Xian stroked the tiger's mouth.

Because I have seen better ones, so I am not interested in the existence of the second-class, and I can't make up for it?

Yuan Yu could see that Lu Xian was absent-minded, and seeing that he had been lacking in interest tonight, he thought about it and asked, "Is there anything bothering you?"

Lu Xian shook his head.

However, he felt that there was no need for him to stay here for the time being.

He stood up, stopped in his tracks as if suddenly thinking of something, turned his head and said, "I've already dealt with the matter last time, Song Jue was young, but it was impulsive, without much malice, don't bother with him. "

Because you are young and have no malicious intentions, it is natural for the victim to forgive?

Yuan Yu only felt the tip of his tongue become bitter.

Looking at Lu Xian's indifferent expression, he slowly closed his five fingers.

An unwilling question came to his lips, but in the end he just nodded and replied softly, "Okay, I understand."

After leaving the villa, Lu Xian realized that it had been raining outside.

The fresh air blows in and the water vapor fills the air, dispelling the sweltering heat of summer.

He had just walked a few steps when he saw a familiar figure standing under a street lamp not far away.

Song Jue was leaning against the lamppost, her white shirt was soaked in rainwater and stuck to her body wetly, she looked embarrassed and depressed.

His shadow was stretched long by the street lamps, lonely, as if trying to blend into the night.

Light footsteps sounded.

Song Jue stared blankly at the man approaching, the water droplets from her hair rolled down her cheeks and sank into her collar.

He opened his mouth, his voice was soft and hoarse, pitifully weak, "Uncle Lu..."

Lu Xian frowned, "Are you following me?"