MTL - Dear Mr. Lu-Chapter 17

Luo Wenjun was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He didn't know what happened between Luo Kaifang and He Mei back then.

Luo Wencheng said sarcastically: "Even if I robbed you of your glory and wealth for seventeen or eighteen years, but after you were recognized, you designed me to lose face everywhere, designed me to bump into Han Ying, and I spent three years in prison, which is enough to pay you back." ?”

So why are you? Why do you always have the face that I owe you, why do you suppress and torture me again and again until you kill me?

Luo Wenjun's eyes widened, he forgot the pain on his body: "You, you know?!"

Luo Wencheng sneered.

Han Ying is the daughter of Luo Wenjun's adoptive mother, Han Mengfang. Han Mengfang died early, and Luo Wenjun was brought up by Han Ying. Although they are not related by blood, they are closer than siblings.

He whispered: "Not only do I know this, I also know that your conspiracy back then was not only to get rid of me, but also to get rid of Han Ying. Han Ying is still recuperating in a foreign country. As a roadblock, I wish I could kill her, I don't know what I will think."

Back then when Luo Wenjun was found by the Luo family, Han Ying protected her like an old hen, and always suspected that the Luo family had no good intentions for Luo Wenjun, but how could Luo Wenjun, who was protected by Han Ying, show his pity , how can the Luo family accept him without any grievances?

Han Ying, who had a hostile attitude towards the Luo family, became an obstacle for Luo Wenjun to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan.

It just so happened that Luo Wencheng targeted Luo Wenjun everywhere at that time, so Luo Wenjun, through his concubine, designed a drama for Luo Wencheng to hit people after drinking.

It's a pity that Han Ying didn't die, only one leg was broken, otherwise Luo Wencheng would have to be sentenced to decades even if he wasn't sentenced to death or life imprisonment.

"You, you—" Luo Wenjun looked at Luo Wencheng like a monster: "Who told you? Who is it?"

Luo Wencheng sneered and said: "I have evidence in my hand, Luo Wenjun, don't provoke me, or I will send you to **** first!"

He threw away Luo Wenjun, turned around and took a step, then suddenly turned back: "By the way, you went to 'Golden Splendor' today to sell meat, but it's a pity, no matter how much you flirt, people will look down on you."

Luo Wenjun's gaze had turned into panic, and he screamed, "How do you know?!"

Luo Wencheng ridiculed: "Look at your stupidity, who do you think can't see it? Or do you think you have a bit of beauty, and everyone will be fascinated by you if you take a casual posture? Forget it, I'll ruin your face Come on, save your ambitious look."

He approached Luo Wenjun with a fruit knife, and the tip of the knife sank into the flesh. Luo Wenjun was so frightened that he rolled his eyes twice and passed out.

Luo Wencheng sneered: "Idiot."

But it was such a fool who killed him in his previous life. When he died, he turned into a heap of mud.

I really want to kill him.

But wouldn't it be too cheap to kill him like this? He wants him to be in constant panic, to rot in despair and pain, and he wants to take revenge on Luo Kaifang and the entire Luo family.

Luo Wencheng got up expressionlessly and left, throwing the stick far away, taking off the knife and disposable gloves on his hands and throwing them into the trash can. He walked slowly along the street.

After walking a long distance, he stopped slowly, swaying and holding onto a street tree.

He clutched his heart and panted violently, his heart was beating too fast, he felt chest tight, tired, and breathless.

Sure enough, it still came.

The seven-colored rainbow that was not spit out in time was no joke. If he hadn't strengthened his determination and endurance after using the big gift bag, and if it hadn't been for the years of torture in his previous life that made him develop a will of steel, he would have Dead drunk.

But no matter how strong the will is, and where the physique is, he feels that what he will exhale is foul air. There are phantoms in front of his eyes, and his head is about to explode. The alcohol finally starts to make waves in his body. He feels inexplicably excited. Want to yell, or do a hard dance.

Alcoholism.

After checking the information, he was excited first and then restrained. Soon he would lose his mind and even die suddenly.

In his previous life, he almost died like this.

He leaned against a tree, took out his mobile phone, it was almost twelve o'clock, should we take a gamble or go to the hospital?

He opened the address book, it was empty, he smiled wryly, what number should he call for a taxi, or call an ambulance directly?

By the way, which ambulance should I call? 110? It seems to be calling the police, 112? what is that? Oh, remember, he pressed the keys one by one, 1-2-0. His vision was a little blurred, and the words on the screen were doubled. He was still walking backwards, wanting to see the address on the facade on the street, so as to know where he was.

"Di—" There was a sharp sound of the car, followed by the sound of rapid brakes. Luo Wencheng turned his head to meet the dazzling headlights, and when the car was only ten centimeters away from him, his legs gave way and he fell down.

Fortunately, the wheels finally came to a stop at this moment, otherwise Luo Wencheng would have been a ghost under the car if he hadn't been poisoned to death by alcohol.

The driver hurried down: "Are you all right?"

Luo Wencheng shook his head, his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up, his dizziness was severe, his whole body was so sick that he couldn't vomit. He smiled weakly: "I'm fine, I didn't look at the road... sorry."

He put his hands on the ground and couldn't stand up no matter what. The driver couldn't bear to help him. He leaned on the driver's hand to barely stand up, and smiled at him: "You are really a good man."

It's my own fault, it's not bad for ordinary drivers not to poke their heads out of the car window and yell at the wretch.

The driver who was issued a good person card was a little inexplicable, but the young man smiled nicely. He was a little angry before, and now he couldn't help but care and asked, "Did you drink too much? Can you stand up?"

Luo Wencheng nodded, and as soon as the driver let go, Luo Wencheng took a step and then softened.

Lu Chong was sitting in the car. The performance of the car was good. Even when the brakes were slammed, it didn't bump too much. He didn't take it seriously, and he still closed his eyes and fell asleep until he heard the sound.

He raised his head and saw the young man in front of the car through the windshield, his face was pale, his smile was uglier than crying, as if he was going to die at any moment.

He hesitated for a moment and got out of the car.

When Luo Wencheng went soft, a strong palm grabbed his arm.

The strength was a bit strong, and it hurt him a little. He thought it was Mr. Driver, said "thank you", raised his head and smiled apologetically, and then froze.

"It's you..." He smiled.

Isn't this chance encounter a bit strange? If he was only his one-eyed benefactor, he would be secretly happy, and if he was only the ninth master of the Lu family, he would also be happy, but they are the same person.

Luo Wencheng tried his best to open his eyes wide and looked at the stern and stern face in front of him that was too handsome, thinking to himself, liar.

He said he was waiting for his lover. In fact, he was an old driver who indulged in fun. He changed lovers one after another, and he even fell in love with someone like Luo Wenjun.

Blind and lame but still not admitting it, pretending to be affectionate and lonely to a passer-by, is this amateur fun?

But it’s okay, let’s pretend together.