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White was stunned, and his eyes suddenly became moist.
"Yes, my original intention was to make my mother proud of me and let her live a good life..."
"Yes, it's good that you remember this."
Jiang Lu patted White's shoulder and said, "Go to bed early. I still have some things to do. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
"What are you going to do?"
"?" Jiang Lu looked at him strangely and answered as a matter of course: "Is there any need to ask? Of course, go and sleep with your mother who loves you and whom you also love."
Chapter 87 Palace Master, Please Open the Door
Jiang Lu felt a little sorry for Mrs. White.
This feeling never appeared when facing the God of Salvation and Jing Lan.
Because for the former, Jiang Lu helped her solve the troubles in the Tower of Redemption and the curse on her body, and also gave her the opportunity to get married with him.
Although he did not believe in Hebrew, he did not take the Adamic Covenant seriously.
But it's a proof anyway.
As for the latter, Jiang Lu not only helped the exile to clear her name and clear her grievances, but also supported her to become the savior, and left her his beloved almighty engineer and two-dimensional army.
I can be said to have a clear conscience.
But what about Mrs. White?
Although she helped White avoid his degeneration into a demon slave, Mrs. White gained nothing.
Even if White becomes the true king of the West Coast or even becomes president in the future, it has nothing to do with Mrs. White because she doesn't care about it at all.
Then what should be done?
"What did you talk about?" Mrs. White had already changed into Jiang Lu's favorite pajamas and lay on her side on the bed.
"He's very depressed now." Jiang Lu sat down on the bedside, picked up Mrs. White's foot and played with it gently: "But it doesn't matter, I have tried my best to comfort him, I think he will cheer up soon."
"Things are different now than before. He needs someone he can trust to help him."
Mrs. White changed her posture and leaned on Jiang Lu's arms: "I don't understand business matters, so I'll have to rely on you from now on."
"I..."
Jiang Lu hesitated for a moment before telling the truth: "I have to leave soon."
Mrs. White opened her mouth, looking surprised.
"You know, the man you love is so outstanding."
Jiang Lu stroked her face: "The devil today took a fancy to my sincerity, and he planned to let me work at his place."
"But you are still alive, how can you..."
"I don't know, but I can't refuse." Jiang Lu looked at Mrs. White affectionately: "Do you know? In fact, you only have half a year left to live. I discovered this by accident.
And the devil told me that if I went to him, he would make you the oldest person in the world."
"No, I don't want it." Mrs. White's vision became blurred, her eyes were a little red, and she hugged Jiang Lu tightly: "Without you, this is meaningless!"
"Don't be like this." Jiang Lu rubbed her head: "I will come back. I will have a vacation every two years. Maybe it will be shorter. I will definitely visit you regularly."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Then when are you leaving?"
"It's dawn."
Mrs. White was obviously unhappy when she learned that tonight was the last night.
Jiang Lu had anticipated this.
"Let me do one last thing for you."
Mrs. White was in a very depressed mood, but helpless.
She smiled bitterly: "You changed my fate, made me young again, lived so many more years, and saved my son from becoming a demon. I don't know what else I can ask you to do for me except to stay."
Jiang Lu smiled and said, "You will know soon."
......
White was holding his chin, staring at the wine glass on the table in a daze.
After finishing the conversation with Jiang Lu, White went to the bar he was in charge of to drink alone.
It's true that he will cheer up, but he can't accept such a blow lightly.
He needs some time.
White's childhood friend, his most trusted confidant, and the only high-ranking member of the Shark Party who had not signed the agreement, was sitting opposite him and drinking with him.
White said nothing, he asked nothing, and the two of them just drank one glass after another.
This is the tacit understanding between them. White can safely expose his weakest side in front of this brother who can stand by him unconditionally, and the other party can also see White's sadness at a glance and silently accompany him.
After three rounds of drinking, my childhood friend saw that White was almost drunk, so he asked:
"So what's going on with you?"
"It's hard to explain to you."
White shook the empty bottle and opened a new one. "Anyway, I decided to start over."
"Start over, what do you mean?"
After filling the glass, White answered tiredly, "I don't plan to rely on the power of the agreement anymore. I plan to learn to rely on other means, such as personal charm."
"You mean... like our relationship?"
"Yes." White took a sip of wine, shrugged, and pretended to be indifferent: "I think the agreement is not a long-term solution after all. Once I lose it one day, those who obey me under the pressure of the agreement will definitely turn against me.
All in all, the agreement is not very stable.”
"I understand what you mean." My childhood friend smiled and said, "That's a good idea, but it can't be changed overnight. We have to take it slowly."
"I know that if I make a sudden change, some people will inevitably be suspicious, and I don't want that to happen."
Having made up his mind, White heaved a sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed: "You may have a harder time in the future."
"It's okay, I'll support you."
"That's fine, as long as..."
At this moment, White's voice suddenly paused. He, who was still drinking a second ago, trembled as if he had been electrocuted. Then he straightened up alertly and looked around.
"What's wrong?" asked the childhood friend.
White shook his head and said nervously, "I feel like someone is watching me."
"See you?" My childhood friend asked in surprise, "But we are in your private room. There is no surveillance camera. Who can see you?"
"I do not know either."
White described the feeling just now with lingering fear:
"It's just an inexplicable intuition, as if a poisonous snake suddenly sneaked into my house and hid in the dark corner and secretly spied on me. It's probably this kind of inexplicable palpitations."
"Illusion?"
"I hope so..."
......
"Oh my God, this is crazy!"
Mrs. White couldn't close her mouth at all, and her face showed an expression that was ten thousand times more exciting than riding a roller coaster. Her muscles were completely tense and she was stiff and unable to move.
She lowered her head in horror, her heart in her throat.
"How could this be possible..."
If the feeling was correct, then Mrs. White had to suspect that her cognition had been subverted.
How on earth did he do it? !
A trace of relief flashed across Jiang Lu's face.
To achieve this level is a treatment that neither Yishina nor Jing Lan has ever enjoyed.
If you have done your best, you shouldn't feel guilty anymore, right?
"How does it feel, dear?"
“It’s hard to describe to you…”
"Because you're not used to it?"
“It’s not a question of getting used to it…”
"But you look like you're enjoying it."
Jiang Lu smiled softly: "It seems that you should call me Palace Master from now on."
After being stunned for a while, Mrs. White realized what Jiang Lu meant, and couldn't help but spit with a blushing face.
"Bad guy!"
Chapter 88 Come back~Hippocampus~My proudest organ~Tears are flowing for no reason╥?╥
Opening his eyes, Jiang Lu saw a familiar office.
"You're back? How's it going?"
The HR director was working with his head down. When he noticed Jiang Lu coming back, he put down his work and asked kindly.
In his opinion, with a team arranged by himself, Jiang Lu, a related client, should have a very good experience.
Jiang Lu winked and said meaningfully, "Very moist."
really.