"I see."
Lu Mingfei said to the old housekeeper.
"It must be Lu Mingze who asked you to come here, right?"
"Where is the other person? Tell him to come out!"
As Lu Mingfei spoke, he scanned the surroundings with his eyes. As soon as the little devil appeared, he would definitely notice it immediately and then rush up and kick his butt hard with his heel!
But unfortunately, he did not find the little devil.
"Lu Mingze?"
The old butler repeated strangely.
"I'm sorry, I've never heard that name and don't know who you're referring to."
"They are the people who hire you. Didn't you say it before? Employer, employer."
Lu Mingfei explained.
"Oh, if you mean the employer."
The old housekeeper thought for a moment.
"She is a young lady who is full of action."
The girl looked at Lu Mingfei with a look of shock and hatred that said, "I didn't expect you to be such a person."
"What's the difficulty? At least, it shouldn't be..."
The girl didn't know what to say. She was afraid that she would hurt the boy's self-esteem too directly, but she couldn't just watch a good boy fall like this. It was really heartbreaking.
"I feel like you're thinking about something weird."
Lu Mingfei warned her murderously.
"Oh, by the way, my employer appointed me to give this to you."
The old butler took out another postcard from his pocket. Lu Mingfei stared at his pocket and looked at it. Grandpa, did you buy this blue Doraemon in your pocket? How much does it cost to buy one for me? No thanks.
Lu Mingfei was stunned after looking at the postcard.
The above is a pencil drawing. From the perspective of looking down from the sky, the huge reinforced concrete city looks like a cold gray forest. Two boys, one big and one small, are sitting on the rooftop in the center. The brushstrokes of the painter are so expressive and expressive. You can tell with just one look that they are close brothers.
This painting is so big, it outlines the city and everything in the distance with just a few strokes, as if it encompasses the entire world.
And this painting is so small, the path can only accommodate the two brothers and nothing else. The world is dead because the two brothers want to live.
There is a line written in the corner of the postcard.
"A little help."
"To my dear brother."
"It is indeed your boy."
Lu Mingfei said softly.
"Hey, this seems to be you."
The girl pointed to the older boy on the rooftop.
"Girl, you have good eyesight. I have a Tang Sect hidden weapon here but I didn't know you..."
"Go, go, no matter what."
Lu Mingfei sighed and muttered softly.
"The Tang Sect's hidden weapon, I won't teach others if they want to learn it."
"This is sir, ma'am."
The old housekeeper bowed politely.
"Excuse me, can we set off?"
"Oh, this."
Lu Mingfei scratched his head and grinned.
"I'm sorry, I made your trip in vain."
"Um?"
"That's right, I'm not going."
Lu Mingfei said.
"Hey, hey, that restaurant seems very good, you really don't want to go."
the girl asked quietly.
"Don't worry, my feast is much better than beef Mozart."
Lu Mingfei was full of confidence.
“Wait, what’s Mozart beef.”
The old housekeeper said sorry, please wait a moment, walked aside and pressed the tiny earphones in his ears.
He said a few words, and when he came back, he still had a gentle smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, what the employer means is that since you are not going to ASTASIA, please allow us to drive you for a ride."
Lu Minfei just stared at the rearview mirror of the Lamborghini. He heard that the driver seemed to be unable to see the traffic behind him, so old man, did you really not mean what I thought by "giving you a ride"? What about the Huangquan Express? of.
"By the way, there's also this."
The old butler opened the back seat door.
In the high-end and huge interior view of Lamborghini, there is a jar of wine sealed with mud.
"The employer specially ordered that the plum wine must be delivered to you."
Lu Mingfei's uncle loves cars very much. He always reads luxury car magazines when he has nothing to do. Even though he has never touched many cars, he knows all the specific parameters, pros and cons.
It was also thanks to his uncle's influence that Lu Mingfei mastered some knowledge about luxury cars. He understood very well how important a car's interior is, especially high-end models. Even the interiors of some models are more beautiful than his engine body paint. If it gets more expensive, if you scratch the body of the car, he'll be generous and let it go. If the interior is stained, the car owner will even fight you.
So, it was because Lu Mingfei knew this that he realized more clearly what a waste of money it was to put a jar of mud-sealed plum wine on the seat of a Lamborghini.
All the things that happened before, including the colorful diamond luxury cars and even the reserved tickets for ASTASIA, all together, none of the plum wine could make Lu Mingfei happy.
He looked at the wine and smiled slightly.
"Really."
"Forgive you."
The girl looked at the plum wine and then at Lu Mingfei.
Although I don't understand it very well, it seems that this jar of wine has some special and profound meaning to Lu Mingfei.
They finally got in the car.
It's ridiculous that he is afraid of your little Lamborghini despite all the great winds and waves coming from Hell.
"Master, please drive slower!"
Lu Mingfei warned the driver enthusiastically.
The girl sat next to him and gave him a hand.
"It's almost time. Hey, it's time to talk."
"what?"
"Also, what exactly is the feast you are talking about?"
"Yes, I want to ask too!"
In the Regent Hotel, in the presidential suite, a girl wearing only a snow-white bath towel looked up to the sky and cried out in grief.
"What the hell is this damn feast of yours!"
"Hey, when did you put on your son's voice for potato chips?"
This is the voice of a woman, lazy and sharp, like a cat hiding in the dark, licking its claws in boredom, just waiting for the prey to appear, then quietly stepping forward to end the other person's life gently.
If anyone were here, they would probably be surprised, because after searching every corner of the room, there was no one else but the girl in the towel.
The black-haired girl had probably just gotten out of the bath. She was wrapped in a bath towel, revealing a large area of white skin. However, she had no self-consciousness about being a beauty. She sat boldly on the bed with two white legs exposed, holding the computer and blasting it with one hand. The chicken is holding Coke, surrounded by mountains of potato chips of various flavors. The scene is as messy as a re-enactment of the Iraqi battlefield.
"Don't you, a foreigner, know this? Er Huayin is so interesting!"
The girl clicked her potato chips, drank tons of Coke, casually grabbed the Hermès scarf to wipe her mouth, and continued to type on the computer.
"Potato chips, image, image!"
said another woman.
"Don't forget that you are still a woman."
Just by listening to this voice, you can imagine the helpless, sad and angry look of an old mother who is looking at her beautiful daughter posing like a sow basking in the sun and saying, "I'll be like this for the rest of my life."
Finally you discovered where the other woman was. No wonder there was no one there even in the closet under the bed or even in the desk drawer. That was because you needed to look up. On the beautifully carved ceiling of the presidential suite, the lamp took up one-third of the room. Next to the large crystal chandelier, there was actually a woman hanging.
