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Sensing Lu Lin's complex gaze, Liang Shangjun turned his head to look, with a hint of coldness flashing through his deep eyes. He glanced at his mother and Mother Lu, and coldly issued an expulsion order:

"Mom, Aunt Lu, if you have nothing else to do, go back first. I'm injured, and it's not convenient for Chun Chun to greet you. Chun Chun, let's go upstairs, I want to rest for a while."

Xia Chun blinked blankly and turned to look at the three embarrassed people on the side. She could ignore Lu Lin and her daughter, but Shen Chenchen was his mother. No matter how cold he looked on the surface, she was still respected and loved by him in his heart. 's mother.

"Chunchun, let's go."[

Liang Shangjun grabbed her hand and walked towards the stairs. Xia Chun frowned and wanted to say something, but heard Shen Chenchen's gentle voice:

"Chunchun, take good care of Junzi and call me if anything happens."

ah?

Astonishment flashed across her clear eyes, Liang Shangjun's grip on her hand tightened slightly, and she hurriedly replied:

"Okay, Mom, I understand."

Lu Lin stood stiffly at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at Liang Shangjun and Xia Chun walking up to the second floor step by step with their fingers intertwined. She bit her lip harder and harder, and her eyes finally stopped at him loading the paper in a hurry. in pocket.

"Gentleman, I'll give you the wool. I'll go to the bathroom first."

"good!"

Xia Chun took the wool in his hand, glanced at the paper exposed in his trousers pocket, and asked casually:

"What's in your pocket?"

"Haha, it's just waste paper."

Liang Shangjun's eyes changed slightly. As he spoke, he let go of her hand and inserted it into his trouser pocket. Xia Chun teased in a funny way:

"What are you so nervous about, Waste Paper? It couldn't be a love letter written by Lu Lin to you, right? Why did she and her mother come to your house to find you? What did she just say about her father?"

"Chunchun, I'll explain to you later, I'm anxious!"

Liang Shangjun looked like he was in a hurry, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

"Gentleman, please slow down, I will support you."

Xia Chun put the wool on the chair next to her. He was injured and walked slowly. She caught up with him in two steps and supported him without any explanation:

"You haven't rested since you came back. You must be very tired. Do your injuries hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."[

Liang Shangjun smiled at her, with a hint of tiredness on his brows.

"Chunchun, wait for me outside."

When she was at the bathroom door, Liang Shangjun stopped and stopped her from entering.

"Why, wasn't I the one who accompanied you the past two days?"

Xia Chun looked at him doubtfully. She was the one who took care of him when he was in H City Hospital. At first, he couldn't even get out of bed. Yesterday, although he could get out of bed to relieve himself, the wound was pulled when he moved and he couldn't even take off the quilt. She helps.

To put it harshly, she did everything like wiping his butt and didn't think he was dirty at all.

She has made it her job to take care of him.

His wound has not healed and will burst open if he is not careful. Moreover, one of his arms is also injured, making it inconvenient to take off his pants with one hand.

"Chunchun, I can take care of myself now, be good, just wait for me outside."

"No, you can't take off your pants at all with one hand, and you can't even undo your belt. Don't dawdle, this is not your style."

Xia Chun's eyebrows were already frowning in displeasure. He had injured his wounds when he took pictures. She heard his groan, but she was just giving him face, not damaging it.

"Then you help me untie the belt and go out. I'll call you later."

Seeing that she was determined to help him, Liang Shangjun did not dare to refuse again, fearing that she would be suspicious if he refused again, so he stood up straight with an expression as if he was at her mercy.

This is the belt that Xia Chun gave him last time. Ever since Xia Chun bought him this belt, he has been with it every day and no longer uses his own belt.

Her hands covered the belt around his waist and deftly untied it.

His body reacted instinctively to her action of taking off the belt.

"Thank you, wife."

With a naughty smile on his face, Liang Shangjun lowered his head and stole a kiss on her forehead. He took his hand out of his pocket and she left the bathroom.

The paper in his pocket also moved away with his hand, revealing a corner.

Xia Chun lowered her eyes and glanced at his pocket inadvertently. At that moment, she was just playing a prank. She suddenly reached into his pocket with her hand, and accurately grabbed the paper in his pocket with her index finger and thumb. She was so shocked that Liang Shangjun's heart trembled and he panicked.

He reached out to stop him.

"Gentleman, let me see what precious thing it is."

Xia Chunxiao looked at him, and the soft voice penetrated his eardrums, but hit his heart like a heavy hammer. His handsome face changed color, and he said gently: [

"Chunchun, this is someone else's thing. Be good and let go of your hands."

"I'll just take a look at someone else's stuff. Isn't it just a piece of paper? Liang Shangjun, if you don't let me look at it, it means you have something evil in your heart. Isn't that the reason why you didn't let me in just now? I've seen a few of them.

The numbers are up.”

Women are sensitive creatures.

The same goes for Xia Chun. The smile on her face faded, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her face raised stubbornly, and she looked straight into his deep eyes, her hand holding the paper never letting go.

Liang Shangjun himself didn't even have time to look carefully at the piece of paper proving her life experience. He frowned slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and said softly:

"Okay, let go and I'll let you see."

"You held my hand."

Xia Chun pouted in protest, holding on to the paper.

The more he refused to let her see it, the more curious she became. But in an instant, she was already guessing, could this paper be related to Lu Lin? Why couldn't she read things related to Lu Lin?

Liang Shangjun hesitated in his heart whether to let her see it or not.

He recalled that when he took the piece of paper from Lu Lin just now, he didn't seem to see a name or anything on it.

If there was no name, Chun Chun would have called it a name when he saw it, and would not have suspected anything.

Liang Shangjun never expected that Lu Lin would write a line of very light characters with a pencil on the back of this piece of paper. However, he had not seen the back of the paper just now, and there was no trace of pencil writing on the back from the front.

Even if you don't look carefully from the reverse side, you can't see it.

When Lu Lin first folded the paper, he folded it backwards, with the front side outside and the back side in. He just folded it according to the original folding marks in the panic downstairs.

When he gave the paper to Xia Chun, and when she saw it was an appraisal result, her expression was normal and she asked with a smile:

"Who did the appraisal?"

Liang Shangjun said with a smile on his face:

"A friend. Chun Chun, please believe it now. It's not a love letter. Come on, give it back to me and get out quickly. I can't hold it in anymore."

If Xia Chun had not seen the line of words written lightly on the back, she might never know her life experience.

But she saw it when she was folding it back up, and she murmured:

"Seeing as you can't fold a piece of paper, how can you fold the side with the words outside? It should be..."

She suddenly stopped talking, her watery eyes widened in shock, and stared intently at the line of very light writing on the crease on the back of the paper.

"Chunchun, what's wrong?"

Liang Shangjun's eyes fell on Xia Chun's face. He saw that she suddenly stopped talking and her expression changed. He looked down and saw that her hand holding the paper was stiff and her body was also stiff.

Only those wide-open eyes were staring at the small words that couldn't be read at all if you didn't read carefully:

"This report proves that Xia Chun is not Xia Zhisheng's daughter, but the product of Zhao Lan being annihilated by a group of gangsters."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, a loud noise split her life in half!

"Pure!"

Liang Shangjun's voice changed urgently in her ears. He reached out to grab the paper in her hand, but she suddenly took a step back, raised her head in horror, and raised the paper in her hand tremblingly. The voice that escaped her red lips was broken.

sentence:

"Liang Shangjun, whose appraisal is this?"

Liang Shangjun replied without hesitation:

"Chunchun, this belongs to a friend."

He forced a calm smile on his face, scolded the scheming Lu Lin a thousand times in his heart, and said softly:

"Chunchun, you've seen it all, be good and give it back to me."

"Liang Shangjun, this is what Lu Lin gave you, right?"

Something flashed through her mind. She avoided his hand and took another step back. Her back was already pressed against the door frame.

If this report is true, if this is really her life experience, then Liang Shangjun's series of anomalies during this period can be well explained.

Lu Lin used this report to threaten him. He said he had something to do with Lu Lin. Is this the matter?
To be continued...