beautiful waste

In the room upstairs, someone was crying. Although it was almost summer, the night was still a bit cold.

The movement of the night was thrilling.The sound of tables and chairs being knocked down, accompanied by the boy's screaming and crying, was frightening in the night.

Lu Zhuoying didn't leave, he always wanted to know what Yan Yiwei was going to do to his brother.The door was locked, he listened to the movement upstairs, when Lu Xueyu screamed, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the dark floor upstairs.

He looked at the floor with a distorted face, because of the momentary shock and inconceivableness that twisted his face, his beautiful eyebrows were clouded and full of evil spirit.He clutched his hands tightly, and for a moment he was about to rush upstairs.

His heart was aching and bleeding.Not for Lu Xueyu, but for Yan Yiwei.Why does everyone like Lu Xueyu?Why even he likes Lu Xueyu?

No, it's not like that.

Brother Yan looked at him firmly that rainy night. Brother Yan took him to his private paradise, let him ride his horse, held his hand and taught him how to shoot a gun.

There is no nonsense between them, he understands him, and he understands himself.They are people with the same IQ and the same hell, their enemies are the same, their goals are the same, and the people they love should also be the same!

How could he love that trash!

No, that can't be called love.

It's hunting, it's looting.

It's just a vent after victory.

However, he faintly sensed that this was not the case. If it was to vent, he would not be so painstaking. Brother threw it out!

Lu Zhuoying smiled coldly, laughing wantonly, and burst into two lines of tears.

The wind and rain are like darkness, and the wind and rain are like notes.

He let Lu Xueyu sink into the atrocity, he felt a bit of refreshment, but also a lot of pain.His love, which had been strangled before it sprouted, was deeply pressed into the bottom of his heart.

No one had a good night.

Yan Yiwei was gone, he moved into the small room next to the restaurant to let Lu Xueyu calm down.

Lu Xueyu huddled in a corner, hugging herself tightly.His body was full of bite marks, and his whole body seemed to be split open, and there was no pain anywhere.

The room was crumbling, a leg had been ripped out of the sofa, and the carpet had been ravaged beyond sight.

Lu Xueyu covered her eyes, trying to escape and forget all this.

His tears couldn't stop flowing.His mind was shaking, and all kinds of thoughts were flooding his mind.

He and Gu Qinglin agreed to go back to have dinner tonight, but he wondered if he waited for him, would he be anxious if he couldn't wait for him?He's stuck here, does he know it?If he knows, will he come to him?

No, don't come to him again!It is extremely shameful for him to become like this now.But there was another voice in his heart, he thought that Gu Qinglin hadn't left with his mother, they finally got together again.That night, he put the ring on his hand, and the two of them were like newlyweds, thinking about their future life.

Brother won't mind, but where is he now?

At this moment, he looked at the scar on his arm, it was like a needle prick.He couldn't help crying.

Without his father, he seemed to have fallen into hell, suffering endlessly, and they were all bullying him.

He suddenly missed his father very much, he missed his father so much.If Dad knew that he was living such a miserable life, wouldn't he be heartbroken to death.He no longer has a father!

He thought about his father, and thought that his elder brother was still in prison and couldn't be rescued. Where is his younger brother?Does my brother know what happened to him?Will my younger brother be arrested too!

He was trapped here for days with no escape.

His painful situation, his miserable fate, and the beasts that were about to move in the next room made him fearful and desperate...

For a moment he thought he might as well die, his eyes were wide open, his tears dried up, and his nails were bleeding.

Later, he felt that his eyes were blurred, and his perception gradually became less clear, but his mind was still clashing, thinking about various things hysterically.

He had a high fever, the wound on the back of his head was swollen, and he passed out on the carpet, dying, unable to breathe.

This scared Yan Yiwei.

Yan Yiwei originally wanted to deliberately calm him down and let him die.

As a result, Lu Xueyu's pure brain didn't go through such a big battle, and started a series of reactions after being hit hard.He had a high fever first, and his whole body was terribly hot.Then he started talking nonsense and murmured for Dad.

Yan Yiwei's bodyguards wanted to come in, but he stopped him.He took a blanket from the sofa, wrapped it around him and hugged him.Lu Xueyu was still somewhat conscious, struggling to get the ring that rolled down on the carpet, his ring!

His eyes were staring straight at the ring on the ground, he was picked up, dying, and he was still staring at the ring.Yan Yiwei was helpless, turned around and picked up the ring for him, and Lu Xueyu grabbed it tightly.

The two came down from upstairs, and Lu Zhuoying stood up abruptly.He tremblingly watched Yan Yiwei come down with Lu Xueyu in his arms, and watched Yan Yiwei hold Lu Xueyu and get into the car.

He wants to ask where he is going?But he couldn't ask.

He stood there coldly, as if he was an outsider.Yan Yiwei asked people to drive the car to the front of the hotel, he turned to look at Lu Zhuoying: "You don't need to go, Wu An will drive."

Wu An scrambled to the driver's seat, and Yan Yiwei got into the car with the man in his arms.The bodyguards all jumped into the car behind, and the group disappeared without a trace.

In front of the red house, only Lu Zhuoying was left alone.

There was a bodyguard behind Lu Zhuoying who asked, "Third young master, are we still waiting for the boss?"

Lu Zhuoying bit her lip and turned her head coldly: "No, go to the Lu family!"

Yan Yiwei didn't let anyone get close, even him.He secretly transfers people away without anyone knowing.

There was only Wu An in the car.

Holding the man in his arms, Yan Yiwei felt that he was burning like a little animal, and closed his eyes in a daze.

There was a scorching breath between breaths, the blood on the back of his head dried up, and his eyebrows trembled uneasily.

Yan Yiwei hugged him a little at a loss.

Wu An asked, "Boss, where are we going?"

Yan Yiwei looked outside, said an unfamiliar address, and then said: "Call the doctor, call the one named Shi."

Wu An knows, Mr. Smith, that British guy who can carry people to the bed for surgery.

The car is speeding on the mountain road in Jincheng, far away from all the troubles.The air in the mountains is fresh, and flowers bloom on the stone walls on both sides.In early summer, Lu Xueyu didn't know that his future life would be this isolated island.

Surrounded by deserted people, there is a lake and forest, a red house villa, and a huge garden.

He was lying on the bed in the bedroom, and Mr. Smith checked his body. Mr. Smith insisted on taking someone to the hospital for treatment, but Yan Yiwei's bodyguard pointed a gun at him, and reluctantly began to inject Lu Xueyu with antipyretic injections.

Lu Xueyu was afraid of the pain, so she snorted in a faint, and her body throbbed.

Mr. Smith looked pitifully at the marks on his skin.

The secrets in the high gate and deep courtyard are beyond his comprehension.Yan Yiwei asked everyone to go out except the doctor.He sat next to Lu Xueyu, watching him give injections in his sleep.

This is a strange red house, still very old and dark, and it has been deserted for a long time.The courtyard is deep, and it looks like a villa from the outside, but the inside is complicated and dark.

Lu Xueyu lived in the room at the end of the second floor.He had been having a fever, and Yan Yiwei refused to let the doctor go.Smith had to live here too under the threat of guns, and he was dragged in with guns at every movement.

Yan Yiwei stood beside the patient day and night, watching him heal.After having such a fever for two days, Lu Xueyu talked nonsense and cried again.Yan Yiwei suddenly thought of something, and separated Lu Xueyu's legs for the doctor to see. Smith gasped and shook his head repeatedly.He also prescribed cooling ointment for reducing swelling, Yan Yiwei asked everyone to go out, and he applied the medicine to Lu Xueyu himself.

Lu Xueyu hummed softly in pain, calling her father in her dream, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Yan Yiwei stayed here for the past three days and didn't go anywhere until Lu Xueyu's fever subsided a little and he was called away.

It was already a mess outside, and Jincheng's power encroachment became more and more intense after the Lu family fell.Gao Jiming is an old fox, with unstoppable wolf ambitions, other families also fall to him, and follow his example.Among them, Lu Zhuoying's "little Lu family" unexpectedly did not give in, and was involved in the battle between the big bosses, fighting like a raging fire.Meanwhile, the adoptive father is in a tense election period, and various political and legal factions are attacking and annihilating each other, and no scandals are allowed.

As for Lu Xueyu, he fell into the ranks of his adoptive father's obliteration.People from all walks of life are looking for this Lu family's bereaved son, and people outside are panicking.

Yan Yiwei has been busy for many days, and finally escaped from this treacherous political situation, and hurried to the Red Garden.

In the Red Garden, Lu Xueyu lived alone, with curtains drawn around her, and there was only one small window in the reddish-brown room.He didn't know the time, and he didn't know where it was.Locked in the red house where he drowned, no one paid attention to him, and there was no sound.

He had been ill for a long time in a daze, and it seemed that someone came in to deliver food.He struggled and fell off the bed, and was about to run out, but was dragged back by Wu An.

The two were arguing, and Yan Yiwei appeared in front of them in a hurry.

Wu'an catching sick people is like catching chicks. When he sees the boss, he just wants to say something.Yan Yiwei's cold eyes fell on him, and Wu An rolled away in a hurry.Only Lu Xueyu was left staring at him blankly, with mixed feelings, as if the fear of that night was still flowing in her body.

Trembling, he stepped back gradually, closing his eyes as if he was going to die.

"Aren't you going to let me go?"

--------------------

It's a must-read soon, everyone, please help me collect more stars and cast more starfish, let's get popular! !