What kind of bad thoughts can the stand-in male lead have?

Chapter 100
The party lasted until ten o'clock in the evening. Seeing that Jiang Li had indeed drunk a lot, Shang Lu randomly collected gifts for her and stuffed them in the trunk, then took her away.

"It's still an hour in the past, you should sleep for a while." Shanglu turned on the heater, pulled a pillow from the rear driver's seat and put it under her head.

Jiang Li herself is a quiet person, and she is extremely quiet when she is drunk. At this moment, her eyes are half closed, and her long and curled eyelashes tremble slightly with her breathing. The pillow fell asleep against the car window.

As if in a sweet dream, Jiang Li breathed evenly, and the orange-scented perfume on her body mixed with the strong smell of alcohol was carried by the warm wind.

Shang Lu crossed his body to help her fasten the seat belt, but his eyes lingered softly on her face, and finally fell on the corner of her lips, staying for a moment before looking away.

In the middle of the night, the beach is empty and deserted, only the wind and snow and the moonlight push the waves rolling in.

Shanglu leaned on the car window with his elbows bent, his jaw propped up, and his eyes drifted into the distance.

When Jiang Li woke up, what he saw was Shang Lu's quiet profile leaning against the car window.

She had seen such a scene countless times in the past few months, but this time it was different.

There was no bright sunshine, and it was pitch black outside, with heavy snow and the white of the waves, and the observation deck not far away was still lit, looming in the dark moonlight.

The lights inside the car were not very bright either, with a hint of yellow, shining on his delicate and haughty eyebrows and eyes, pulling out a low-key look.

The corners of his eyes were half-drooped, the line of his lips was slightly drawn, and the hand close to her was holding a cigarette, without lighting it, just flipping it over and over again.

Everything is just right.

"Didn't you say you were going to see the snow, why didn't you wake me up?" Jiang Li broke the silence.

Shang Lu turned his head to look over, put the cigarette back in his hand, took the pillow from her hand and threw it back: "It's not too late to go down now."

I don't know if it was because the wine warmed my body just now, the wind and snow were heavy, but Jiang Li didn't feel that cold.

Shang Lu took her up to the observation deck, and the waiter was already drowsy by the door. Seeing the two of them coming in, he cheered up quickly: "Do you two have an appointment?"

Maybe it's because of the rare heavy snowfall in several years or something, there are many people on the observation deck tonight, most of them are lovers, holding hands with each other, with red strings tied around their wrists.

With a sharp eye, Shanglu caught a glimpse of a green dinosaur in the middle of the mascot team in the center of the lobby, about 1.8 meters long, with a string of sunflowers hanging around its neck, which has a unique ugliness.

He walked over curiously and picked it up to have a look.

The waiter introduced: "Sir, this is the exclusive mascot for this year's members in our store. You are a senior member of our store. If you need it, you can go to the front desk to get it."

Shang Lu looked down at Jiang Li.

The latter looks interested, poking long fingers at the sunflower petals around the mascot's neck.

Shang Lu chuckled, followed the waiter to the front desk to get a brand new one for Jiang Li, and then took her up to the fifth floor.

He booked a presidential suite, facing the sea as a whole, with a wide floor-to-ceiling window, and two lazy sofas in front of the window, sitting on it to have a panoramic view of the entanglement of wind, snow and waves.

Jiang Li put the green dinosaur aside, and nestled on the sofa without Pokemon reminding himself.

Shang Lu looked up at her, took off the windbreaker and hung it on the hanger, took a bottle of milk from the upper shelf of the wine cabinet, put it in the refrigerator to heat, and brought it to Jiang Li along with the cut fruit salad, "Drink some Warm milk, sober up."

"Why did you suddenly think of bringing me here?" Jiang Li reached out and squeezed a cherries into his mouth, chewing slowly.

Phytolacca stretched out a rabbit wool blanket to cover her lap, then sat on the sofa by himself, crossed his legs, and casually played with the wine glass at hand, "It's not too sudden, when it rained last August I stayed here for one night and thought you would like it, so I added it to the memo."

When he spoke, he looked at Jiang Li with sincere and hot eyes.

For a moment, Jiang Li felt his heart was hit hard.

She pursed her lips, looked down at the steaming milk in her hand, and glanced at his hand again.

Because of washing the fruit just now, his fingers were still a little red, Jiang Li stretched out his hand to stick it, and stuffed the cup of hot milk he was holding into his palm.

Shocked by the sudden warmth in his palm, Shang Lu hooked his fingers, and the moment Jiang Li withdrew his hand, he held her hand back, and he placed the cup of hot milk on the solid wooden round table on his right. superior.

She raised her eyes and glanced at him, then twitched her hand, but Shang Lu clenched it even tighter, squeezing her five fingers into hers.

Jiang Li had no choice but to hold his hand and tuck it under the blanket together, watching the wind and snow outside the window in a trance.

At this moment, everything was silent, as if only the two of them were left in the boundless world.

It didn't take long for a weight on her shoulders, Jiang Li lowered his eyes, Shanglu had already fallen asleep with his pillow on her shoulders.

The long breath sprayed on the skin on the side of her neck, and the scorching heat continued to come from the contact between the two people's hands. Jiang Li moved his fingers, and pulled the blanket on his leg to wrap around Phytophthora .

When the edge of the blanket was tucked between Shanglu's right elbow and the sofa, Jiang Li said softly, "Thank you Shanglu, I really like it."

Jiang Li withdrew his left hand and sat back to the original position, Shang Lu's eyelashes trembled, the corners of his lips raised an arc uncontrollably, and he secretly clenched her hand.

Jiang Li leaned on the sofa, looking out the window at the white sky and sea,

I don't know why, but she always thinks that in a general elective course on ornamental plants in the university, the teacher told them with a long string of red fruits: "Pokeweed is poisonous."

Poisonous, but can be used as medicine.

Jiang Li didn't sleep all night, and before dawn the next morning, she received a message from Russell: Jiang Yushan had died.

Shang Lu drove her to the hospital, only seeing a piece of white cloth, the members of Jiang's family rushed over, sitting around the hospital bed crying out of breath.

Jiang Yushu was also there, and when he saw Shanglu, he turned his head guiltily, facing the wall.

In addition, there were two men in black suits, listening to what Russell was saying.

Russell leaned against the door frame expressionlessly, making it impossible to see his anger or anger. Seeing Jiang Li and Shang Lu approaching, he just turned around and entered the small single room in the ward.

"You wait for me here first." Jiang Li said to Shang Lu, and then followed Russell in.

Russell took out a stack of documents from the drawer and handed them to Jiang Li, "Jiang Yushu and Liu Shu are trying to transfer Jiang Yushan's property recently, and the two people outside are from the notary office. Get Jiang Yushan to sign it."

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Jiang Yushan suffered a cardiac arrest in the middle of the night and died suddenly on the hospital bed, so their plan came to naught.

"If he dies, there will be no problem with the notarization of the estate. You have inherited the part you deserve from him, and you should be the actual controlling shareholder of Huasheng in the future." Russell turned the document to the last page , with a relieved expression, he forced a smile at Jiang Li, "I should call you from now on, Director Jiang."

Jiang Li signed the last page with a calm expression, and smiled politely at her: "Thank you, Auntie."

"Don't thank me first." Russell interrupted her, "The old lady also has an inheritance right. Be careful, these people will not let it go."

(End of this chapter)