Have You Cleaned Up Today? [Quick Wear]

1.7 - Don't blame me, Mr. Lu, I've endured it for too long

　　When Lu Chuan met Lu He for the first time, he was a child who didn't understand much.

　　But he still remembered that he liked the little brother who was as beautiful as a doll at first, but the little brother obviously didn't like him and was full of hateful indifference towards him and his mother - Xiao Lu Chuan didn't quite understand the so-called " "Hateful", but he felt that the boy who was said to be his brother had a sharp edge in his eyes, and it would hurt when he looked at him.

　　This first impression remained for many, many years. Lu Chuan couldn't tell when it changed - he went to study abroad when he was in high school, and after that he saw less and less Lu He. The two brothers already disliked each other, so being separated like this made each of them feel more comfortable.

　　Lu Chuan had always thought so. He never thought that Lu He would have any feelings other than hatred for him, and vice versa. Later, when he founded Xingzhou, Lu He still worked tirelessly to oppose him. When the upper circles of Yuncheng mentioned the two brothers of the Lu family, they were both envious and dejected. They secretly sighed that Lu Zijiang, that scumbag, is not so lucky to have two such capable sons. No, the more capable he is, the more capable he is. The more trouble they get, the two brothers fight like life-or-death enemies, and they don't know what will happen after the old man dies.

　　But they all guessed wrong.

　　It was late at night, and Lu Chuan stood by the window and put out a cigarette.

　　His eyes were bloodshot, and there were many cigarette butts scattered around his feet - most of them only took two puffs before being hastily thrown away. There was no light in the room, and the dim moonlight filtered through the window panes, only dimly illuminating his face. a small part of. Between light and dark, the handsome facial features actually looked a little strange.

　　Can't find it... After that person messed up his heart for no reason, he seemed to have completely disappeared from the world, leaving everything behind, and no trace could be found anywhere.

　　He is now staying in the house where Lu He used to live - Lu He really didn't take anything with him. He left Hongchuan's CEO office that day and disappeared into the sunshine like a puff of smoke. Lu Chuan later searched for him like crazy, but only found the villa key kept in the office drawer. Nothing in the house had been changed. There was even half a cup of coffee left in the cup, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.

　　Lu He's home is very simply decorated. It's not as cold and unpopular as he imagined. Instead, you can see cute plants, small ornaments full of life, piles of books, and simple daily necessities everywhere. You can see it. Come out, the owner here takes life seriously and carefully hides this corner of the world deeply in his heart.

　　Lu He could always catch him off guard, surprise him, and deliver a heavy blow to the soft place in his heart.

　　The longer Lu Chuan stayed in this house, the more shocking evidence he found. It was like he was repeating Lu He's life bit by bit, watching him walk that difficult road alone, desperately trying to maintain this The last bit of warmth in the home was finally seen dissipating.

　　This made him feel heartbroken.

　　He wished he could just stay here, desperately holding on to the last breath left by that person, deceiving himself that he had not lost it. But no - his missing mother's life and death are still unknown, and he must go to country A as soon as possible. That is the responsibility he must bear.

　　Ha... Now I don't have to suspect that Lu He is related to his mother's disappearance.

　　Lu Chuan laughed self-deprecatingly. He didn't know what was wrong with him. His memories from childhood seemed to have become blurry. On the contrary, recently, Lu He's cold and beautiful eyebrows became more and more vivid. He couldn't help but think about him. Sitting by the window—perhaps in the same position he is now—reading or programming in the sun, would the corner of his mouth reveal that gentle smile that he accidentally glimpsed? Will his eyes lose their coldness and take on the golden color of the sun?