The sun was shining brightly, and at about ten o'clock in the morning, the RV drove into the backyard parking lot of Earl Norman's mansion.
Lu Ming had washed himself and was full of energy.
"Master..." Yu Luan brought the coat and asked cautiously: "Third Madam, do you want to rest here?"
"I'll take her back to the room in a moment!" Lu Ming smiled and glanced at the crack in the bedroom door.
When she turned around, she saw Yuluan's pretty face was red and she looked very shy.
Lu Ming was stunned, and suddenly realized that this RV was not a real suite room after all. The sound insulation effect was not bad, but very bad. He was torturing Pan Mila last night, and he was afraid that Bai Tou and Yu Luan were changing shifts. I would vaguely hear it when I was resting in the cabin, especially Pan Mila's crying begging for mercy. Sometimes she would whisper in my ear, and sometimes she would cry bitterly. It was precisely because of this that I was stimulated early. He forgot about heaven and earth, and also forgot that walls have ears.
After coughing and pretending not to know, Lu Ming turned around and entered the bedroom.
Carrying Pan Mila, who was wrapped in a snow-white nightgown, and went upstairs from the elevator at the back door that only he and his wife could use. Pan Mila also felt as light as a feather, no different from holding Bisi.
As he walked, Lu Ming smiled and whispered, "Didn't you laugh at me before?"
When I put a nightgown on Pan Mila in the RV bedroom, I knew she was awake, but her whole body was sore and she had no energy or desire to speak.
"I, all the bones in my body are about to be broken..." Pan Mila's delicate voice was full of exhaustion and slightly hoarse, "You, you are not human..."
Lu Ming's chest felt a slight pain and itching, but he was bitten by Pan Mila's red lips and white teeth.
Lu Ming laughed happily.
…
As soon as he put Pan Mila into the bedroom, a call came from the reception room downstairs. The investigator from the 703 Special Case Investigation Team wanted to see him.
When Lu Ming went down to the reception room, it was Portlem who was talking to several investigators.
"Mr. Lu Qianxing, my name is Aldrich!" Among the investigators, a handsome middle-aged man sitting in seat C stood up and shook hands with Lu Ming with a serious face.
Lu Ming nodded, looked at Frey's cousin for a few times, sat down and sighed: "I never expected that Prince Frey would encounter such misfortune."
Aldrich sighed softly, "Yeah, who would have thought of that?" After a pause, he added, "Mr. Lu Qianxing, we are here just to ask a few questions as usual, so don't be nervous."
In fact, Aldrich only participated in the investigation as a representative of the Hausberg family, rather than as a formal investigator of the task force. Naturally, he did not have the power of an investigator to directly question the relevant people involved in the case. But now his tone is gentle, and Lu Ming was not serious and nodded: "Prince Frey has a little misunderstanding about me. Mr. Aldrich, you should also know where our misunderstanding comes from. He did something ridiculous and stupid when he was young. Eighty-nine years ago, there was I had a daughter named Bisi, but I have lost contact with her since then. Bisi’s mother is now living with me, so Prince Frey is angry with me. Who knows, this kind of thing will happen. Originally, I was just thinking about it. How to make them recognize each other as father and daughter."
Aldrich was slightly startled and took a deep look at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming turned his back on guests. When he said this, it sounded like it was just a small dispute. Originally, it might have been a happy event of recognizing a relative, but he didn't expect that there would be such an accident.
An investigator nodded slightly and recorded something.
Aldrich sighed, "Yes, Frey's personality is a bit extreme. I tried to persuade him at the time, but he wouldn't listen at all. He had to come to Mr. Lu for an explanation. In fact, it was just a relationship dispute. What's the point of relationships? Right or wrong? What else can you say?"
Lu Ming smiled. In fact, Frey's death may not have anything to do with Aldrich, because it was too obvious.
From the perspective of people within the royal family, there are definitely many more people who suspect him and his father than those who suspect himself.
However, it can be seen that Aldrich is very hostile to him.
It should be related to Bisi. Without Bisi, he would most likely not be able to inherit the title of Houseburg. The Duke of Houseburg may have lost his inheritance due to the death of the heir.
But most of the property of the Hausberg family and the properties managed by the Aldrich family belong to his family.
Because the property of the Hausberg family legally belongs to the entire family, especially without the duke as the head of the family, any branch of the property is likely to get a big share of the pie.
Not to mention, if Zhengshuo, the royal family of the imperial capital, takes pity on him and does not want the Haussburg family to die out, then he still has a slight chance of inheriting the title of Duke of Haussburg.
But now that Bisi is there, once he is recognized by the Haussburg Privy Roundtable, Aldrich has no chance at all.
And because he is Bisi's guardian and patron, one can imagine his hostility towards him.
He probably wished that he was the real culprit behind the scenes, although, in his eyes, he definitely did not have the courage or ability to assassinate Frey.
There was a hint of a gun and a stick in his words.
He directly defined the conflict between himself and Frey as an emotional dispute, and Frey looked very angry.
When it comes to homicides, love-related homicides account for a large proportion.
Listening to Aldrich's words, some investigators' eyes flickered and they recorded something in their notebooks.
Lu Ming shook his head: "There is no relationship dispute at all. Even if there is, it is Prince Frey's wishful thinking. But I think he will eventually figure it out. What he wants most is his daughter's love! What a pity... "Sighed deeply.
"Where's Miss Pamela, is she here?" Aldrich asked.
"No, I'm back to the East China Sea." Lu Ming picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip of tea.
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After sending Aldrich and several investigators away, Lu Ming felt a little relieved. At least for now, there wasn't anyone with enough weight to blame him, but he still had to be careful.
Back on the third floor, Lu Ming entered Pan Mira's room.
Pan Mila was covered with a snow-white velvet quilt and was sleeping soundly.
Lu Ming sat aside and gently held her hand. He felt warm in his heart as he looked at the serene face of this blond and blue-eyed beauty.
Last night, the feeling that Hanzhu brought to me was completely different. Compared with Hanzhu, it was more of tenderness and sweetness, as well as the bone-eroding charm, the endless enjoyment of soft bones and tendons as if the body melted into marshmallows.
With Pan Mila, it is a hearty impact, the kind of Mercedes-Benz that opens and closes wide.
Although for Pan Mila, it was actually no different from the first time. After all, it was only once eight or nine years ago, and she has been single since then.
But the Western beauty was different after all. Although she was a little frightened by herself, she still tried her best to cooperate with herself before she was exhausted from the tossing. What she brought to people was another kind of ultimate enjoyment.
However, at the beginning, in addition to being frightened, one could also feel her complicated emotions when she was about to completely give herself over to him.
And he also felt a different kind of satisfaction when he took possession of this blonde beauty.
