I only care about making money and not love. I’m the best professional bootlicker!

The old man was born in a dream, but he still lives in a dream.

The swallows left, but they will come back; the willows withered, but they will turn green again; the peach blossoms faded, but they will bloom again.

But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever?

Wen Lingxiu stared at the receding scenery outside the car window with great melancholy, as if it was her life that was constantly passing away.

She liked calligraphy and Chinese painting since she was a child, and her biggest wish at that time was to open an art gallery and live a free and easy life.

My sister loved doing business since she was a child, and her biggest wish at that time was to take over the company and make it bigger and stronger.

Everything was fine.

But my sister fell in love with that damn man!

Everything changed.

It was as if her sister had been drugged. She loved the man madly, gave birth to his daughter madly, and even gave up taking over the company just to stick with the man.

Wen Lingxiu couldn't understand it, but she still took on the burden of the company.

She thought, as long as her sister was happy.

But after the fire, her family, memories, and dreams were all turned to ashes.

No one would feel sorry for her anymore.

Everyone was eyeing the company with greedy ambitions and wanted to bite off a piece of meat from the company.

Fate played tricks on people.

Her life seemed to be torn in half by fate.

Half of it was spent in the company, and the other half was spent on her daughter.

Wen Lingxiu raised her head and closed her eyes.

She hadn't painted for a long time.

"Why are you crying?"

A gentle voice sounded in her ears. Wen Lingxiu wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh.

In a state of confusion, she met Lu Xing.

Lu Xing was very good.

But she dared not trust any man anymore, or rather, dared not trust anyone anymore.

The scene just now appeared in Wen Lingxiu's mind again.

The boy was next to a bright blonde girl, and the smiles on the corners of their mouths were brighter than the sun.

Very good.

Very well matched.

They were of similar age, a perfect match.

Her life was trapped in that fire.

But Lu Xing should have a better future.

It was very sad that she only realized the weight of this relationship in her heart after she lost it.

"Mr. Wen?"

Lu Xing was anxious. He had only noticed that Aunt Wen's eyes were tearful.

But now...

Why are there more tears the more I wipe them, and the more I wipe them, the wetter they are!

When Lu Xing tried to wipe Wen Lingxiu's tears, she grabbed Lu Xing's wrist, lowered her head in front of Lu Xing, and trembled a little.

She even cried silently and forbearingly.

Chi Yueshan was not threatening. She was beautiful, but she seemed to have a one-sided love for Lu Xing.

So Wen Lingxiu didn't care about her.

But.

When she saw Lu Xing walking with the bright blonde girl, Wen Lingxiu suddenly understood.

That was the life Lu Xing should live.

That was the person Lu Xing was sincere to.

And she.

was just a client of Lu Xing.

This was the best, this was the best.

That day Lu Xing clearly found out that she had been spying on him, but he didn't show any negative emotions.

Wen Lingxiu thought, it would be best, it would be best if Lu Xing had always been false to her.

Otherwise.

She didn't know how sad Lu Xing would be at that time.

"Mr. Wen, you..."

Aunt Wen lowered her head, and tears dripped onto Lu Xing's pants.

After a while.

Lu Xing's pants were completely wet.

Aunt Wen seemed really sad.

She had always been gentle and tolerant, and had never even been angry in front of Lu Xing.

Lu Xing had never seen her cry.

Staring at the tears rolling down, Lu Xing thought absentmindedly.

The most naked moment between lovers is not taking off their clothes, but the first tear I shed in front of you.

But it's a pity.

They are not lovers.

Calm down.

Calm down.

You must be calm at this time!

Question:

Why is Aunt Wen sad?

Because Aunt Wen saw him walking with Xia Yeshuang.

Why is Aunt Wen not sad when she sees him with Chi Yueshan?

Because...

Lu Xing's brain quickly began to think about the major differences between Chi Yueshan and Xia Yeshuang.

Beautiful?

No, both are beautiful.

Rich?

No, both are rich.

That is...

Young.

Yes!

Young!

Lu Xing's eyes lit up.

Damn.

Found the reason.

It must be because of youth!

No matter men or women, they all like ten

Eight years old!

People are powerless in the face of time.

The wheel of time rolls forward and will ruthlessly crush everyone.

Aunt Wen must be uncomfortable seeing herself walking with Xia Yeshuang, who is so young.

In addition, tomorrow is Qingming Festival, and Aunt Wen's family...

With this kind of sentimental buff, people will easily start to feel sad.

After a fierce analysis, Lu Xing suddenly realized it.

Find the problem, then you need to see how to solve it, in short, it is divided into two steps.

1. Stop Aunt Wen's tears first.

2. Comfort Aunt Wen later.

Note that when a person is crying, don't try to reason with that person, and don't ask him to calm down.

I'm about to cry and collapse, do you think I can still calm down?

Think for a moment.

Lu Xing's eyes were red in an instant, and he thought about the saddest thing in his life.

Click.

Wen Lingxiu suddenly felt the back of her hand was a little wet.

She was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked up and bumped into a pair of eyes full of tears.

"You..." Wen Lingxiu's voice was a little hoarse after crying, and she choked a little, "Why are you crying, who bullied you, tell me."

"I was not bullied, I wanted to cry when I saw you crying, I don't want to see you cry, you, I feel bad when you cry, don't cry, I..."

Lu Xing paused, and a tear flowed out of his eyes.

"I feel sorry for you."

What?

Wen Lingxiu forgot to shed tears, staring straight into Lu Xing's eyes.

What did he say?

He said...

He felt sorry for her?

Wen Lingxiu stretched out her hand in astonishment and gently wiped away Lu Xing's tears.

Uncle Chen silently raised the partition.

Damn it!

He believed that every profession has its own specialty.

This is a piece of shit!

......

"Dad, what are you doing?"

When Nannan got home and got off the car, she felt like a mountain was pressing down on her head.

After careful observation, she found that Lu Xing had put his hand on the top of her little head.

Lu Xing smiled and walked forward while pressing Nannan's little head playfully.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm using you as a crutch!"

Nannan: ? ? ?

Congratulations to Nannan for successfully experiencing the feeling of a father's love like a landslide.

Wen Lingxiu glared at Lu Xing: "Don't tease her."

As she said that, she held Lu Xing's arm and walked into the house, which made Uncle Chen, who was trying to help her, feel awkward.

That's right.

Before entering the door, Lu Xing turned around and waved to Uncle Chen.

"Uncle Chen, bye, be careful on the road."

Uncle Chen's embarrassment was swept away and he smiled instantly.

"Mr. Lu, goodbye."

Wen Lingxiu listened to the conversation between Lu Xing and Uncle Chen with distress.

He was so careful.

He even took care of the emotions of everyone around him.

A dull pain surged into her heart, and Wen Lingxiu choked up for a moment.

He was so good.

......

That night.

The title of technician No. 18 was successfully passed from Lu Xing to Wen Lingxiu.

"Boss Wen, how about I do it myself?"

Lu Xing sat on the bed nervously.

In front of him was Wen Lingxiu holding medicine and ice packs in her hands.

It was the first time that the roles were exchanged, and he was really a little embarrassed.

And this scene was... weird.

"If you are not convenient, don't move, I will move."

Wen Lingxiu knelt at the end of the bed with a gentle look on her face, pressed Lu Xing's legs that were moving subconsciously, and carefully sprayed medicine on his feet, talking naggingly.

"You should be more careful next time. The injury on your ankle is not big or small..."

Lu Xing lay on the pillow, staring at the ceiling light.

He couldn't ignore the soft touch on his feet. Sometimes a few strands of hair would gently brush his thighs, causing a shudder.

Lu Xing: "Mr. Wen."

Wen Lingxiu: "Hmm?"

Lu Xing: "I watched a documentary recently."

Wen Lingxiu: "About something."

Lu Xing: "It's about growing flowers. Some flowers need many years to bloom, some flowers may only bloom for one night, some flowers are very fragrant, some flowers have no smell, some flowers are ugly in the early stage, and become more and more beautiful later, and some flowers are very beautiful in the early stage, but they will soon wither."

Wen Lingxiu: "...Which flower do you think is the most beautiful?"

Lu Xing struggled to get up, looked at Wen Lingxiu sincerely, and said softly.

"Each flower has its own fragrance."

Mr. Wen.

Stop worrying about age.

Every age has its own troubles, and every age has its own happiness.

Seize the present and cherish the present.

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