"Boss Lu, didn't I ask you to clean up and take off your clothes and wait for me on the bed?"
When Huanong came home, he found no one in the bedroom and found the study with a cold face.
I hurriedly opened the door and went in. I saw a man standing in the middle of the study with a mobile phone, answering the call.
Huanong:..........
Whose phone number?
Did the other party hear what she just said?
Lu Jing'an looked at Huanong's embarrassed face and couldn't help laughing: "I will take Nongnong home for dinner tomorrow. You should go to bed early."
Huanong:......Wang Defa! ! !
"Your dad?"
Lu Jing'an crossed Huanong and did not answer her question.
Huanong: ..."I'm asking you a question! Is he your father?"
Lu Jing'an still didn't speak.
Huanong followed the others to the bedroom. As soon as he entered the door of the living room, Lu Jingan crossed his hands on his waist and took off his home clothes.
Huanong was shocked: ...Why did this bitch take off his clothes?
Take off your clothes without answering the question?
Is there something wrong with your brain?
The man threw his home clothes on the sofa in the living room. There was a door and a few steps to the bedroom.
Huanong obviously felt that the atmosphere was subtle, could he...
No, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.
"Huanong, if you dare to run, I will break your legs."
"I... went down to drink some water. I just spent a long time chatting with people and I'm tired."
"Really?" After ten minutes of chatting and twenty minutes of beating, it seems that the adult's guard is tired anyway.
"Yes, it must be, absolutely. We are already an old married couple. Why would I lie to you?"
Just as Huanong turned around and wanted to escape from the living room, Lu Jingan strode over and pulled her down on the sofa: "I thought you were disappointed when you came home and saw that I wasn't in bed. You wanted to run away before you even started to remedy the situation. ?”
"Who wants to run away? Am I such a person? Stop talking nonsense, sister, I can't ruin my reputation in your hands!"
"No? That's best."
"Get down to business first."
"I want to drink water."
"Don't worry, your voice will get hoarse after a while, so just save it and drink together."
Huanong:..........
The pit she didn't fall into in the first half of her life, she fell into at the hands of Lu Jing'an in the second half of her life.
.........
"Isn't this Second Young Master Jiang? What's wrong? Was he beaten?"
Bo Lian has been hanging out in Wangjin Terrace recently. The reason why he is hanging out in Wangjin Terrace is very simple. People who want to cause trouble dare not make trouble here. As long as he is still a customer here, it is absolutely safe.
I just didn't expect to see Jiang Qiming here. He was holding his knees and moving out of the alley with injuries all over his body. Although his life in the capital was not easy, no one dared to do anything blatantly. He didn't expect that in Beijing Hong Kong has fallen to this point. Does it seem that it has offended someone who shouldn't be offended?
really interesting.
He just wanted to see the noble sons in the capital being taught and obeyed in both Beijing and Hong Kong.
"Do you want me to help you? Take you to the hospital? Your injury might be an internal injury. If you don't treat it in time, you will die if you lie down."
"Bo Lian, put the smile on your face away."
Bo Lian groaned and stretched out his hand to rub his cheek: "I thought I had restrained myself well enough, but I didn't expect it to be so obvious and hurt your heart?"
Jiang Qiming was too lazy to talk to him.
Holding on to the wall, she crossed him and walked to the side of the road, ready to stop the car with her hand.
Bo Lian stood next to him with his arms folded, and his sarcastic remarks were full of sarcasm: "Stop it, look at how miserable a person like you is about to ascend to heaven. No taxi driver would dare to take you."
"A taxi driver is just a low-level migrant worker. He has a wife and children to support at home. If you die in his car, his job will be in vain."
"How miserable! Why don't you go back to the capital? Although life in the capital is difficult, no one dares to do anything to you. Look at you like this, how scary you are."
Bo Lian clicked his tongue and shook his head, walked to the side of the road, opened the car door and went in.
The car drove up to Jiang Qiming: "Get in the car. I just say this once. If you don't get in, I will leave."
Jiang Qiming knew that he would definitely not be able to get a taxi tonight, so he opened the passenger door and got in.
"A Polo worth hundreds of thousands, a car that even my aunt at home disdains when shopping for groceries, has now become your car?"
"What's wrong with a polo worth hundreds of thousands? It's better than being covered in blood and not being able to stop the car, right?"
"My own life is about to be lost, and I still feel disgusted."
"Where are you going?" Bo Lian snapped, not giving Jiang Qiming a chance to speak.
"The Jiang family's old house."
"Go back and ask for comfort? Aren't you afraid that your old witch will sprinkle salt on your wounds?"
The old lady of the Jiang family is not a kind person. Everyone in the capital knows that she is cruel to others, including her own people.
It's simply inhumane.
"Just send me there."
Bo Lian wasn't that kind-hearted either. He would just say a few words, but the other party didn't want to hear them, and he wasn't in the mood to keep talking. After all, whether Jiang Qiming was dead or alive had nothing to do with him.
"Second Young Master, what's wrong with you?"
Hengqing heard the knock on the door and got up to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Jiang Qiming fell in covered in blood.
If Hengqing hadn't caught him quickly with quick eyes and hands, he would have probably fallen.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"He was beaten." The old man looked at him with murderous eyes.
"Lu Jing'an."
"You went to find him?"
"How am I qualified to find someone? I met him while drinking,"
Following Jiang Qiming's denial, the old man seemed to smell the faint smell of alcohol on him.
"That kid with a yellow mouth is just too much of a bully."
"Hengqing, send him to the hospital for a checkup."
The old man spoke at the right time, blocking the old lady's words.
"You're going to let him bully our Jiang family like this?"
Mr. Jiang looked displeased: "Don't forget what we are here for. We are not here to enmity with him. If you really want to become his enemy, why should we go to Beijing and Hong Kong at all costs?"
"Are we just going to endure it and let others come to dominate me?"
"Do you have any other ideas?"
"If there is no better way for the time being, I can only endure it now." The old man's eyes were stern, and he stared at her so that the old lady did not dare to refute.
Hengqing sent people to the hospital. On the way, Jiang Qiming sat in the back seat, panting.
Hengqing thought carefully before speaking: "The injury on the Second Young Master was not Mr. Lu's handiwork, right?"
Based on his understanding of Lu Jing'an, this man didn't bother to fight Jiang Qiming.
"What does Heng Guanjia mean?" Jiang Qiming asked.
"The literal meaning, Second Young Master can understand."
