Eight Years of War of Resistance

  Two people sat there for a while, and someone who knew him came up to chat.

  "Boss Lu, this chick is quite something today! Not only is she young, but look at that icy expression of hers - it's like a rose with thorns, making you want to pick her even if you get pricked!"

  That person was still pinching his chin, self-righteously evaluating and criticizing Xu Liu's appearance. The people around him also followed suit, chiming in with their agreement. Lu Zhou's face suddenly darkened, he raised an eyebrow and swept a glance at those few people.

  "Get out!"

  These people usually have some business dealings with him and have also had drinks together. In such gatherings, it's inevitable that men will bring their female companions. He often just calls someone to come over when he arrives at the private room, and after a night of socializing, he doesn't even know what the woman sitting next to him looks like.

  It's just that today this person is her, he doesn't have any mood to chat with those people.

  Those people saw that his face had changed color and knew that something was wrong, so they smiled awkwardly a few times and quickly left. After all, the impression he usually gave everyone was gentle and polite, and no one had ever seen him with such a gloomy expression.

  Even some of the drunk men knew why he was angry, not because she had been harassed by those people, but she still stood there smiling and talking nonsense.

  "Mr. Lu, it seems that every time you come here, you bring a different girl with you. How is it? Are the girls you brought before pretty good or am I the best?"

  She deliberately made him sound like he had many women, every time she faced him, using sharp words to sarcastically hurt him, it had become her habit, because if not, she felt she would fall into his emotional trap.

  As soon as her words fell, she saw him suddenly raise his eyes and glare at her with a gloomy gaze, giving her a chill. She hastily picked up the last blue glass on the table and drank it down in one gulp, but before she could even savor the taste of the enchanting blue liquid, he suddenly stood up, grabbed her hand and strode into the private room.

  She was already dizzy from drinking, and now she was being dragged by him with great force. She didn't even have the strength to struggle, and just like that, she was pulled into a luxurious private room. Then, without any mercy, she was tossed onto the sofa. In her dazed state, she heard his voice mixed with anger, talking to someone.

  "Get out first!"

  There were a few people in the private room, including Zhu Tingfeng and others. This private room had been booked by several old friends for many years. Whoever encountered any troubles would come here to drink, play cards, chat and relieve their boredom. At this moment, when they saw him bring a girl in, everyone was startled.

  Zhuo Ting looked at the girl with long hair covering her entire face, who was lying on the sofa, and spoke in a low voice.

  "Director Lu, your pursuit of love is comparable to the eight-year war of resistance!"

  He never thought much of his friend's infatuation with that girl, and he couldn't understand what was so great about her besides being young. He didn't get why his friend had wasted so many years thinking about her. Three years ago, he told him to let go and allow the girl to pursue freedom and happiness; he thought he had moved on. Now, seeing the girl's figure again, he has completely lost hope for his good friend.

  Lu Zhou was provoked by his ambiguous words and picked up a wine bottle on the table, smashing it over and shouting loudly.

  "Get out!"

  Yes, she spent three years in high school and another three years in college, a total of six years. In two more years, it will be eight years, just like the Eight Years' War of Resistance. If she can fall in love with him after another two years, it would be worth it, but what's worrying is that even if he persists for eight years, he might not be able to move her cold and hard heart.