"Do you need help?" The man spoke, his deep voice like a cello solo in a lonely forest late at night, beautiful and sad.
"Help me," Yan Song seemed to have seen a savior. If she hadn't been holding Bo Minqing, she would have stretched out her hands to pry her trouser legs and begged.
The man lowered his proud head, and only then did Yan Song see his face clearly.
To use the short four words of Pan An's appearance to describe him is disrespectful to him.
The man's aura was as if he had been cultivated in a wealthy family for thousands of years. He was low-key, humble, self-denial and courteous.
The top desire is not the pursuit of power and reputation, but self-restraint.
The man in front of me fit every word of this sentence.
"You go call someone, then call an ambulance, and I will watch over you."
Yan Song didn't think much and nodded repeatedly.
After the little girl walked away, Lu Jing'an tugged on the legs of his haute couture suit pants, slowly squatted down next to Bo Minqing, and called her softly: "Mrs. Yan."
Bo Minqing was lying on the ground, breathing heavily. He barely opened his eyes to see clearly who was in front of him.
"It's you........"
"It's me," the man said in his usual calm tone.
The man lit a cigarette and took a slow breath. This made Bo Minqing, who was already panting unsteadily, begin to cough violently. In an instant, blood surged in his throat, and the blood in his throat came out from the corners of his lips.
"Mrs. Yan's hand is very long and has already reached out to me."
Bo Minqing was furious. Kailai Group was her face, the facade she had worked so hard to build over the years, but these things were taken away by Lu Jing'an, so that she now had nothing.
How could she accept that she was stepping down from the position that everyone in the Bo family respected?
It took her thirty years to get to that position.
But now, everything has become a thing of the past. Who gave this to me?
,
It was all Lu Jing'an. If it hadn't been for him, how could all of this have happened?
Bo Minqing turned sideways and even when he coughed violently, he did not forget to criticize Lu Jing'an: "Not enough, if my hands were long enough, I should directly strangle your throat and suffocate you to death, instead of giving you another chance to show off your power in front of me. "
"Yellow-haired boy, I could have given birth to you...ah!!!!"
The cigarette at the man's fingertips pressed against the back of Bo Minqing's hand. When Bo Minqing's screams sounded, he uttered three words at the right time, which seemed to be a comment: "It's so ugly."
"Lu...Lu Jing'an..."
Facing Bo Minqing's tragic gasp, the man always looked calm. He squatted on the ground and looked at her, as if he was having a heart-to-heart talk with an old friend, his face relaxed.
Speak calmly.
"The branches are long and the hands are long..." The man pondered for a while and then continued: "What should I do?"
"Um?"
"Lu Jing'an, if you can, kill me."
"Kill you? Are you worthy?"
"Here..." Before the two of them came to a conclusion, Yan Song's voice sounded in the elevator.
Lu Jing'an raised his eyes and glanced leisurely, then cast his eyes on Bo Minqing: "Mrs. Yan's beloved daughter is quite beautiful."
"Lu Jing'an, what do you want to do?"
"If you dare to touch my daughter, I will cut you into pieces."
You dare to touch my wife, but I dare not touch your daughter? Of course, Lu Jingan didn't say this.
As Yan Song approached, the man stood up on his knees, and his eyes on Bo Minqing were still teasing.
"120 is here, thank you. I have already called the police. If the police need witnesses by then, can I contact you?"
Yan Song saw that 120 was already looking at Bo Minqing and turned his attention to Lu Jingan.
The man nodded extremely gentlemanly: "Of course, your parents know me, just let them contact me."
Yan Song was stunned, as if she didn't expect that her parents would know the man from Zhilan Yushu in front of her, and nodded: "Okay."
The bodyguard watched the man turn around, opened the car door and waited for him to get in the car.
When the car drove away, Yan Song saw the license plate number 05257.
5257, I love my wife?
Thinking of this, a trace of sourness flashed through Yan Song's heart.
What kind of woman is worthy of such a handsome man?
In the Bentley, the driver did not dare to speak, and even unconsciously lowered his breathing. After all, Mr. Lu was very angry at this time.
Yan Song didn't see the scene just now, but they all saw it clearly. He was a tiger with a smile, but he was murderous without blinking an eye.
Mr. Lu's methods can never be expressed in words.
Until the phone rang, breaking the tight silence.
"What's wrong?" As soon as the three short words came out, the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat knew that the call was from his wife.
This man who was decisive in killing and good at dancing gave all his tenderness to his lover.
He also gave her all the emotions other than indifference.
It's just the parties involved who don't know.
This two-year marriage is, after all, a cover for some people to lead a happy life.
"are you back?"
"Just getting ready, what's wrong?" What's wrong with the two sentences in a row, the former is gentle and the latter is doting.
"I want you to bring some food back."
"What to eat?"
“Spicy hotpot.”
"Junk food, no meal at night?" Lu Jingan didn't agree with her eating this.
Forget it if she can't take care of her at ordinary times, why can't dozens of servants in the house satisfy her needs?
Huanong lay on the bed, turned over with a pillow in his arms, and started to mess around: "People are always a little lonely late at night. Either the stomach is lonely or the person is lonely. If the needs of the person and the stomach can be solved together, I will love you more. of."
Lu Jing'an was confused by Huanong's words "I will love you more."
"Then do you love me now?"
"Love, but only a little bit."
What could Huanong not say because of his stutter?
She has been able to please Hua Jin for so many years, and she can withstand ten Lu Jing'an.
As long as a woman loses her dignity and face, what morality can hold her hostage?
"Would you love me more if I brought you back?"
"Yes," Huanong responded sincerely.
"Wait."
Lu Jing'an hung up the phone and asked the driver to find a Malatang restaurant nearby.
The driver sighed as he listened.
Sure enough, in Mr. Lu's place, only the wife has privileges.
When the ambulance left the parking lot and drove to the hospital, in just a blink of an eye, Yan Song saw the black 5257 parked in front of a spicy hot pot shop. In the shadow of the car, he seemed to be able to see the man wearing a customized high-end suit standing there. There are simple baskets inside to choose dishes.
"Songsong, what are you looking at?"
