The fake daughter quit and got married to the boss

Lu Yunli suddenly raised his head, his eyes red.

Does this mean that he is not even qualified to manage a subsidiary company? Why can Lu Yizhou manage the parent company?

Father Lu saw through his thoughts at a glance and sneered.

"I won't help you with this matter. You have to solve the mess you made yourself. Don't go to your big brother!"

When Lu Yunli opened his mouth to speak again, his father could no longer bear it and yelled at him:

"Damn it! How could I teach such an idiot like you? You are blind. Give my good little Tongyu back to me!"

The Song family wanted to have a good relationship with the Lu family, so they sent Tongyu to the Lu family every now and then. After a long time, Lu's father treated her as his own daughter.

As a result... Father Lu was disgraced, he lost his daughter-in-law and his daughter.

On the way back, Lu Yunli kept thinking about his father's words.

Full of scheming...using him, is this what Qingqing is talking about?

When he got home, he drank several glasses of wine and his phone was bombarded with calls. The entire design community wanted an explanation.

The internet was also full of public opinions about him and Tong Yu, and Lu Yunli read through them tirelessly.

Suddenly the video page covered the screen. It was a video call from Song Qingzi.

Lu Yunli's face flushed and he didn't want to answer it.

But I finally picked up the phone. The sound on the other side was mostly white, so it seemed like we were in a hospital.

The nurse on the other side spoke in M language, and Lu Yunli naturally understood it.

The next moment, he stood up suddenly, and he was completely sober: "Qingqing, you committed suicide!"

Song Qingzi on the opposite side had her entire face wrapped in gauze. She didn't say a word, but just kept sobbing softly.

When she wiped her tears with her hand, her wrist wrapped in white gauze and bleeding was exposed.

Lu Yunli had never felt this way before, but today he felt inexplicably disgusted.

He cries every time something happens and won't say a word no matter how you ask him.

After a while, Song Qingzi cried until she realized that the person on the other side stopped asking her, so she sobbed and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Yunli, I just can't get over it. Those aren't my manuscripts at all. Someone must have replaced them on purpose."

Lu Yunli was still drunk, rubbing his temple and asked, "Then who did you say replaced the manuscript? And where did they change it?"

Song Qingzi choked. She didn't expect Lu Yunli to be so serious. In the past, wouldn't it be enough for her to just cry a few times?

She said tactfully: "Well... the day before I gave you the design draft, my sister came back."

Lu Yunli's voice sank slightly: "You mean, Tongyu stole your manuscript and replaced it with a plagiarized one."

of course not!

That day, Tong Yu just sat on the sofa for a while and didn't even go upstairs, let alone change the manuscript.

Song Qingzi weighed the pros and cons again and again. She couldn't lose Lu Yunli, and even more so, she couldn't lose her position as the young lady of the Lu family.

Gritting her teeth, she nodded and admitted: "Wow, I can't believe that my sister would be such a person."

Lu Yunli's voice faded a little, "Really? Then you should have a good rest."

Song Qingzi looked at the phone that was suddenly hung up, at a loss.

Lu Yunli on this side was also completely sober and was quickly flipping through the chat history with Song Qingzi.

[Qingqing]: Brother Yunli, my sister finally came back today and kept talking about someone named Tongye. Do you know him?

[Qingqing]: My sister came back today and just sat on the sofa. She didn’t even go upstairs. Does she hate me?

"Ah--"

Lu Yunli curled his lips, opened the bottle of wine and drank it.

The turmoil on the Internet continued. Tong Yu had just gone to bed when she received threatening phone calls and text messages from some people.

???

She was wearing ginger cartoon pajamas with an oversized pocket on her belly, like a kangaroo.

But the kangaroo pretends to be a baby, and she pretends to be cucumber-flavored potato chips.

Tong Yu pushed open the door of Qi Yue's study in her slippers and pointed at the pile of numbers on his cell phone.

"Hack them!"

Qi Dong, Qi Xi and Qin Nan, who were each sitting at their desks with a computer, looked up at the same time.

Tong Yu clenched her fists, angry: "They bullied me!"

Qi Yue raised his eyebrows and asked slowly, "How dark is it?"

"Kill them all, bankrupt their families, and separate their wives and children."

Several people:"……"

Oh mo~

Dongxi Nan worked overtime today, and Tongyu's phone turned into a death tracker, and anyone who dared to harass her was afraid of death.

All of them are gone!

This also includes a special number, from the Lu family estate.

The person involved had already been carried to bed by someone and was sleeping soundly.

The next morning, several comments like this appeared online.

Moreover, these accounts are newly created and look like water armies.

[Miss Tongyu, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong. ]

[Don't mess with Tong Yu, or you'll become unhappy. ]

[Fuck it, I kneel down here to Miss Tongyu. ]

A passerby came over and said: [God gold ~ brush review ~]

Qi Yue surprisingly did not go to the company today and had lunch with Tong Yu.

After dinner, Tongyu met someone.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, had a face that could bring disaster to the country and the people, and had gorgeous lips. For some reason, I wanted to use the word "noble" to describe him.

He and Qi Yue are two kinds of beauty. The former has a strong sense of aggression, while the latter makes people dare not blaspheme.

Tong Yu held the neck of the man who was swallowing saliva, and asked suspiciously: "Have we met somewhere before?"

I always feel that he looks familiar, whether it is the eyes or the body shape, especially the sense of oppression.

Shen Lan didn't wear a mask today, and his amber eyes turned black and gray.

He bowed to Tong Yu, very gentlemanly: "Hello, Madam, I am your bodyguard Shen Lan."

Tong Yu took a step back. For some reason, she felt that she couldn't bear this great gift.

"Don't……"

She couldn't help but look at Qi Yue: "Don't you think he looks familiar?"

Qi Yue raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and slapped Shen Lan.

"He doesn't look familiar. This is the new bodyguard I found for you."

Shen Lan touched his face and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

md Qi Yue, I’m gonna fuck your uncle!

Tong Yu's suspicions completely disappeared.

That’s right, how could they be the same person? It’s obvious that the kidnapper would never accept humiliation even if he died.

It's good to be her bodyguard, it's wonderful, he's absolutely gorgeous, white, handsome and tall.

Tong Yu glanced at Qi Yue. If it were before, she would have gone to ask for support.

Qi Yue seemed to be aware of something, his eyes were dim.

He has not yet settled the score for her countless romantic affairs.

"Ma'am, what's going on in your head?"

Tong Yu coughed lightly and laughed: "Oh, then let him follow me, but why did you find a bodyguard for me?"

Qi Yue's eyelashes are long and thin, and if you look closely, his thin eyelids are a little dark blue.

"Last night, someone was begging late at night. I felt sorry for him and arranged a job for him."

The man paused and continued, "You don't have to treat him as a human being. You can beat him and scold him at will. If you are unhappy, just kick him out."

Shen Lan's eyes were filled with murderous intent and hostility.

Tong Yu's mouth twitched. Actually, this reason didn't have to be explained.

No one knew what kind of deal these two people made late at night that made Qi Yue willing to let the wolf into the house.

Shen Lan held his chin high and followed Tong Yu.

Seeing Qi Dong looking him up and down, he sneered disdainfully and kicked him.

"See no evil."

"Ow!"

Qi Dong covered his lower abdomen and grinned.

What a familiar sentence! The second master of the Shen family is really vindictive.