That night, after Xu Xizhou went to a nearby clinic to treat his wounds, he found a hotel to stay.

He excused the club to go on a business trip and couldn't go home for a week, so he fooled Yuan Mu. When he woke up the next day, he looked at the agreed marriage contract on the table, still feeling unreal.

Zhuang Jingchun only finds him when he has a good brain, and he is too crazy to agree to such absurd requirements.

Back at the club, Meng Hui was startled when he saw the injury on his face, Xu Xizhou couldn't hide it from him, and honestly told him the whole story.

"Don't come here for a few days, and have a good rest at home."

His image is really not suitable for appearing in front of those little ghosts. The most important thing is that if he is seen by the parents of the little ghosts, if anyone misunderstands and complains about him, maybe he can't even keep the position of coach.

As he left the club and was hesitating where to go next, his phone suddenly remembered.

It was Xu Mei's call.

"Xiaozhou, I know what happened last night. Officer Liang from the Dongcheng Police Station explained to us the whole story. Your father came back without understanding and scolded you, which is really inappropriate. Are you better? Mommy go see you, okay?"

Xu Xizhou didn't expect people from the police station to make a special call to explain to Lu Feng. That's right, after all, Lu Feng and his wife are still his guardians, and he is only a young adult. In their eyes, he is still a child, and he has to inform his parents about everything.

Listening to Xu Mei's words, Xu Xizhou couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Language can be the most poisonous sword, piercing a person's heart with blood. The damage has already been done, and it can be ignored if it is not a whitewash.

And he was also tired of the couple hitting a stick and giving a candy.

"No need, I was really impulsive about what happened last night. The injury on my body is not serious, it will be fine in two days."

Xu Mei wanted to say something else, Xu Xizhou took a deep breath and hung up the phone decisively.

He turned off the phone, put it in his pocket, put on a cap, and was about to walk to the bus stop when a dark gray Porsche stopped in front of him.

He was slightly taken aback when he saw the person walking out of the car.

Lu Rong was wearing a high-definition cashmere coat, and her hair was all combed back, revealing a smooth forehead and handsome facial features. Compared with half a month ago, her whole person's temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Can I talk to you?"

Lu Rong smiled at him modestly and gently.

Half an hour later, in the cafe on the corner.

Lu Rong held the full English menu with a look of embarrassment on his face. When he was hesitating to ask Xu Xizhou, the latter happened to whisper fluent English to the waiter.

Lu Rong felt relieved, and quickly said, "I have the same share as him, thank you."

Xu Xizhou raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

It's just coffee anyway, so you can't go wrong with ordering. Lu Rong thought so, but when the cup he ordered came up, he regretted it as soon as he tasted it.

How can there be such a bitter coffee in the world!

"I want black coffee with the highest concentration, which most people are not used to drinking." The gloating in Xu Xizhou's eyes did not restrain at all.

Lu Rong smiled awkwardly, resisting the stomach cramps, and put down the cup in his hand.

Xu Xizhou had enough to play the vicious male supporting role, so he leaned lazily on the seat and looked at her with black eyes.

"Tell me, what's your business with me?"

Lu Rong sat up straight, holding the silver spoon in the mug in one hand, looking a little hesitant.

"You...are you really not going back to Lu's house?"

"I'm not going back to Lu's house, shouldn't you be happy?" Xu Xizhou didn't bother to pretend to him, so he said straight.

There was a trace of embarrassment on Lu Rong's face, and he said with some unease, "I have never thought so, you have been in the Lu family for 18 years, even if it is not your own, it is no different from your own, and these few nights I have I often see Xu... Mom go to your room."

Xu Xizhou snorted lightly, "You mean the room that you already occupied?"

Lu Rong's face became even more embarrassed, "I didn't know it was your original room before. I told my parents that I moved to the guest bedroom, and you still live in that room."

Xu Xizhou looked at Lu Rong's face carefully. In the past life, bystanders always guessed that the real and fake young masters would be intrigued, and in fact, he deliberately provoked Lu Rong most of the time, just to attract the attention of his adoptive parents.

Like him, he is a pawn played by fate. It's just that he is not as lucky as Lu Rong and is the protagonist of the story. If his life is a book, he is just a vicious cannon fodder to set off Wei Guangzheng's protagonist.

As a vicious cannon fodder, he just wanted to leave early and stay away from all disputes.

"I know that when I say these words, you may think that I am fake, but you and I think differently. Before I came to the Lu family, I was actually very scared and didn't know how to get along with you, but the last time we met I found out that you are actually a very nice person, and then I accidentally went to the storage room and saw that the cupboard was full of trophies, and then I realized that you are really excellent..."

"Stop, stop." Xu Xizhou clutched his chest and made an extremely uncomfortable expression, "I'm going to vomit if you continue, really."

Lu Rong really closed his mouth, lowered his eyes, and showed a hurt look on his face.

With such a pitiful appearance, it is no wonder that his good brother in his previous life would love him to the death or to live.

"Master Lu, I'm really not interested in acting with you in any fraternal drama. You don't have to come to me to do useless work. It's fine for me to be alone. Please let me go, okay?"

Xu Xizhou stood up neatly, asked the waiter to come to checkout, paid for his cup of coffee, and then turned around and left the cafe.

Lu Rong looked at the back of him leaving, and the gentle and handsome eyebrows gradually became gloomy. He suddenly grabbed the cup, as if masochistic, and drank the cold black coffee in one gulp.