inferior possession

Duan Congzhen said he was busy, but there was no news for more than ten days, that is, Lu's cell phone never rang again, nor did he receive any messages.

At first I was restless and vigilant, but as time went by, even though Lu was busy with the work of the flower shop, he had no time to take care of him.

The weather is getting hotter, and the deer has changed into thin long-sleeved clothes. Standing at the desk, the whole person is particularly outstanding, with a thin body and a deep face. When he lowers his head slightly, the broken hair hangs down on his forehead, which can barely cover his eyes.

He packed the bouquet neatly and skillfully, and happened to hear a soft horn outside, and the deer came back to his senses, smiled slightly, and walked out the door while pulling off his overalls.

The driver greeted him, jumped out of the car to carry flowers, and told him that the weather has warmed up recently and the flowers in season are all fresh.

Glancing at the carriage, the deer was a little strange, "Are there only so many of them today?"

The car from the flower garden supplied not only one of his flower shops, but also several shops in the south of the city. Half of the cars were empty today, which made Lu feel a little strange.

"That's right," the driver smiled, "Someone built a new flower garden in the south of the city, and it has been put into use recently, so we don't need our flowers."

Ji Lu looked at the empty carriage, nodded slightly to show that he understood, thought for a while, and then asked, "Then can you supply some other kinds of flowers to our store in the future?"

In recent months, the sales volume of the flower shop has increased steadily, and the supply has been in short supply several times. That is to say, if Han Shuo agrees, Lu wonders whether he can consider expanding the scope of business.

"No problem." The driver readily agreed.

Watching the cart leave, Ji Lu thought about it for a while, and felt that the idea was feasible, wiped his hands, and turned to look for Han Shuo.

Han Shuo was at the computer, looking down at the phone, his brows were slightly frowned, and his expression looked a little indescribably heavy. When he noticed him approaching, his eyes paused, he put the phone away calmly, looked up at him, and asked with a smile, "Brother Lu, what's the matter?"

He didn't think much about his behavior, even if the deer told him what he thought, Han Shuo naturally agreed, rolled his eyes, and jokingly asked, "Brother Lu really likes growing flowers."

"Yes." Ji Lu was looking at the potted white camellia with his head tilted. He couldn't help reaching out to touch the tender petals, and whispered involuntarily, "After all, flowers can't talk."

Han Shuo smiled, but still didn't say anything.

That is, Lu Mo stayed silent for a while, and was about to discuss the details with him again, when he glanced at Han Shuo looking down at the floor, looking absent-minded at some point.

Ji Lu pursed his lips and finally fell silent.

The plan to buy new flowers was finalized, and Lu was thinking about when to go to the flower garden to see the flowers and colors before he could choose. He planned to call Han Shuo together, but Han Shuo had to go home again.

"I'm really sorry, Brother Lu," Han Shuo smiled apologetically, and said vaguely, "I have something to do at home, and I have to go back soon."

"Anything else?" Ji Lu was slightly taken aback, frowning slightly.

"Yeah." Han Shuo responded perfunctorily, grabbed his coat, and looked at him apologetically, "I'll trouble Brother Lu for a few days."

"No trouble." Ji Lu collected his face and shook his head lightly, "You should be busy, pay attention to safety, and call me if you have anything to do."

"Yeah." Han Shuo nodded, turned around and opened the door to go out.

Seeing the back of the man disappearing into the night, Ji Lu's heart skipped a beat, feeling uneasy for no reason.

He originally thought that the matter of Han Shuo's family had been resolved, but he didn't realize that it was so troublesome, and he couldn't sleep for several days, and the whole person was much more confused.

Sitting on the sofa, there is only dim light in the empty lobby, and the caged deer is cold.

He stared at the phone, there were countless unfamiliar numbers on it, and he clicked on the blacklist, which was the one Duan Congzhen used frequently.

Hanging his fingers on the number for a long time, Lu's chest felt tight and constricted, his brows were slightly furrowed, a little irritable, and his eyes were filled with anxiety.

He didn't know whether Duan Congzhen was responsible for Han Shuo's family affairs, whether it was his revenge, or just another fun.

After hesitating for a long time, Ji Lu still got through to that number. This was the first time he called Duan Congzhen on his own initiative in the past few months.

He had already figured out what tone to use when talking to him later, how to ask about Han Shuo, and Ji Lu even thought about how to end up if he made Duan Congzhen angry.

To his surprise, Duan Congzhen's phone didn't get through, it rang for a long time, and there was only "no response to the dialed number".

Slightly startled, Ji Lu breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and shook his fingers, but mistakenly changed the exit point to dial out.

Taking a breath, the deer was about to hang up, but unexpectedly got connected this time.

The moment the phone was connected, there was a moment of silence inside and outside the phone, and Ji Lu heard something was wrong after listening to the sound of breathing on the other side.

After a while, he opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the other party rushed to him first.

"Doctor Duan is taking a bath."

In just one sentence, the unfamiliar voice, that is, the voice that Lu had never heard before, instantly blocked the entire manuscript he had typed in his throat.

After saying this, there was no sound on the other side. After a moment of awkward silence, Ji Lu chuckled lightly and calmly, "Then don't bother me."

The other person was obviously taken aback, but didn't say anything, and hung up the phone silently.

There was a busy voice in his ear, and Ji Lu stared at the dim house in front of him for a long while before lowering his eyes, putting away his phone, and a mocking smile curled up on his lips.

It's no wonder that he hasn't been monitoring him like a lunatic recently. It turns out that he doesn't have time.

After licking his dry lips, the deer took out the calendar, picked a sunny day on it, and wrote down the itinerary to the flower garden.

After planning everything, when Lu put away his notebook, he caught a glimpse of the surveillance camera in the corner of the lobby from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt disgusted.

Does Duan Congzhen like to peep at others, as if he is satisfying his twisted desires, as if through the screen, he has seen those lewd/kinky pictures, but he is actually no different from those commodity-like people.

Ji Lu stood up, took the long broom on the side, and pushed the camera up to the ceiling.

Throwing away the broom, the deer went to the bedroom and covered the camera in the room with clothes.

That night, when he fell asleep for the first time, he didn't feel like he was being watched, and fell asleep quickly.

He had a dream. He dreamed that when he was ten years old, his mother didn't send him to the orphanage, and he didn't meet Duan Congzhen. The two of them had no intersection.

His life was plain, without disease, pain, hope, and love.

In the dream, he was Tongtong's neighbor. He went to school and received education. He had an incomplete but happy family. He would bring home a certificate, and his mother would lean over and touch his head to encourage him.

He participated in a variety of extra-curricular trainings, learned how to grow and arrange flowers, and brought home his first work and put it in a vase. His life was plain but warm.

In his dream, he never knew Duan Congzhen.

Perhaps this dream was too beautiful. When he woke up, his eyes were blurred, and cold tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, soaked by the cold air in the early morning.

Getting up from the bed, Jilu's phone happened to vibrate.

After touching it, the content on it sent chills down his spine.

An unfamiliar number, a message full of malicious intent, although there are only a few numbers, it almost occupies his entire screen, it reads:

[Bambi, good morning. 】

[You will pay for what you have done. 】