Sick and weak beauty draws cards to engage in infrastructure construction in the last days

Chapter 89 He cannot tolerate the desecration of his only treasure

Lu Tianxi, who was still in dizziness, had no time to identify the hint of heartbeat that quietly surged out, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

She couldn't tell what she felt, except that her uncle's words were a bit harsh.

Lu Tianxi raised his head and glared at Lu Shirong, with a slight smile on his lips: "I have seen today what it means to be good and cheap."

Being unforgiving with your mouth is not controlled by your brain at all.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted it.

Lu Shirong's eyebrows were soft, he pursed his lips and smiled softly, and said comfortingly: "Okay, don't be angry. I will apologize to you."

Lu Tianxi had no idea that the hand of the man in front of him behind his back was shaking so much, as if he had Parkinson's disease and couldn't stop.

The two were speechless to each other and left the guest room one after the other.

Lu Tianxi stood in the bedroom with a blank expression, his feet were still light, and he didn't know how he walked back.

Today if it were someone else who took advantage of her, even if it was her fault, she would still have to fight with them.

It happened that that person was Lu Shirong, or that he was from the Xiao family in Yancheng, and he also had a nice name - Xiao Lansheng.

Lu Tianxi cursed lowly and lay on the bed pretending to be dead, hoping to forget this embarrassing episode with the help of sleep.

Upstairs bedrooms.

Lu Shirong staggered into the room, knelt on one knee on the bedside table, and opened the drawer in a panic.

He grabbed many medicine bottles from it, and the small medicine bottles slipped from his trembling hands.

The white pills made a clattering sound in the bottle, fell to the ground and rolled away.

The dim light falls on the tall, curved figure, making people feel the loneliness he releases from the inside out.

Lu Shirong's expression on Yasiwen's face was indifferent, his paranoid eyes were bloodthirsty and ruthless, and the aggressive aura that emanated from his body made people feel fearful when they saw it.

He lowered his head and asked himself in his heart what he was doing and why he was so embarrassed.

In the trembling palm, lies a medicine bottle without any label.

The hand with clear joints and good-looking jade suddenly tightened and gripped the medicine bottle with increasing strength.

Until the medicine bottle was crushed and the white pills inside spilled all over the floor.

The sweat on his forehead seeped into his paranoid, narrow eyes, breaking the pool of savagery in his eyes and awakening those who were trapped in self-consciousness.

Lu Shirong blinked, took a deep breath, licked his white and dry lips, and raised his still trembling hand.

He counted two pills from the palm of his hand, pinched the pills and brought them to his mouth.

I don't know what I thought of, but my movements slowed down midway.

He took out another pill from the palm of his hand and put it into his mouth without hesitation. He didn't even drink water, just chewed it and swallowed it.

The wanton bitterness in his mouth stimulated his taste buds, bringing back his gradually out-of-control emotions and the crazy thoughts of self-destruction that popped up unexpectedly.

"咚咚-"

The door was knocked from outside.

Lu Shirong raised his arms and supported the edge of the bed with his hands, and stood up stiffly and slowly.

"Fourth Master, it's me."

Zhao Yiting's voice sounded outside the door.

The invading light in Lu Shirong's eyes subsided, and his calm gaze swept over the medicine bottles and pills lying on the floor: "Come in."

The low hoarse voice was not loud, and the door was opened from the outside.

Zhao Yiting stood outside the door and saw medicine scattered on the floor in the house, as well as a man standing by the bed whose clothes were soaked with sweat and whose face was abnormally red.He quickly walked into the room, closed the door with a skillful movement, walked to the bed and bent over to collect the medicine on the floor.

The medicine bottle was carefully picked up by the hand with a snake head spitting out a red letter, and another bottle was put back in the drawer.

The white pills scattered on the floor were also wrapped by Zhao Yiting in a clean handkerchief.

He walked up to the man sitting beside the bed and said in a very soft voice: "You have rarely taken medicine in the past two years. Is it because of Miss Tianxi this time?"

Apart from this, Zhao Yiting could not guess who the person who had been in stable condition for two years would be so embarrassed for.

Two years ago, it was the time when Fourth Master discovered that he had subtle feelings for Miss Tianxi.

Lu Shirong removed all the heavy shackles of the past and leaned his head on the bed, sitting in a relaxed and lazy posture.

His pale face looks too sick, his dark eyes are full of charming waves, the fundus of his eyes is blurred after taking drugs, and his long and thick eyelashes tremble slightly, subverting the powerful image of strategizing in the past.

Lu Shirong didn't seem to hear Zhao Yiting's words and lowered his head.

After a long silence, he asked in a low voice: "Have you found Dr. Eric?"

Zhao Yiting looked solemn and said with great sadness: "With the help of Yan Maoshan, we hacked into the website of Nanhuai Airlines and found out that Dr. Eric took an international flight to his hometown the day before the end of the world."

Eric is Blue Star's top psychiatrist. The medicine he developed is harmless to the body and cannot be found on the market.

For so many years, Lu Shirong has been taking the medicine prescribed by the other party, and his condition has been well controlled.

Now that there is not much medicine left, he, who has been ill for nearly 20 years, becomes restless and keeps sending people to look for traces of Eric.

Lu Shirong gently rubbed his fingertips stained with the powdery substance on the tablet's coat. His slightly cold lips curved into a warm arc, and his whole temperament became gloomy.

A few strands of hair fell down in front of his forehead, and his dull eyes were blocked, giving him an indescribable vulnerability.

Zhao Yiting couldn't bear to see him like this, so he opened the closed handkerchief, revealing the white pills inside.

He said calmly: "Fourth Master, these medicines can be given to Su Xiangyu and let him try to see if he can develop them."

Lu Shirong looked at him deeply, his eyes were hollow, but they struck people's hearts.

Zhao Yiting resisted the pressure and showed a persistent attitude.

After a long while, Lu Shirong looked away and moved his thin lips: "Warn him not to leak the news."

Is this agreed?
Zhao Yiting breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously.

Lu Shirong's tone gradually returned to his normal gentleness, and he asked casually: "How is your health?"

The vulnerability just now seems to be an illusion. His gentle face has a cold and indifferent expression, and his eyes are as firm as ever, making it impossible to detect any real emotions.

Zhao Yiting's face was flushed and he said excitedly: "Very good, I feel like the air around me is blending into one with me. Thank you Fourth Master and Miss Tianxi!"

A smile bloomed on Lu Shirong's lips: "It was Ah Xi's kindness that saved you."

Zhao Yiting glanced at his gradually calmer expression and complimented: "Of course I don't dare to relax about the person you care about most. I will definitely thank Miss Tianxi in person tomorrow for saving her life."

"My people?" Lu Shirong tilted his head and asked in a low voice vaguely.

Zhao Yiting didn't realize that he had stepped on a minefield, so he thought he understood and said: "Miss Tianxi has been held in the palm of your hand and pampered by you since she was a child. Depending on how much you care about her, she will not be yours in the future."

"What are you talking nonsense?!" Lu Shirong's voice was cold, filled with coldness.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Zhao Yiting with an emotionless gaze.

Lu Shirong's anger turned into shame, as if someone had exposed a shameful secret in his heart.

It seemed intolerable that the only treasure was being desecrated.

(End of this chapter)