The rich and noble son is lurking by his side [Rebirth]

The student president, who has always been gentle and friendly, performed the stunt of changing his face in a second in front of him. Lu Keyu's whole body was chilled when he saw the dark eyes.

He subconsciously took a step back, and was bullied by Dai Mingchuan again.

"Why?" Lu Keyu trembled his pupils, looking at his student president who was like a brother and friend.

"Why?" Dai Mingchuan had a hint of amusement in his eyes, looked Lu Keyu up and down, and sneered, "It's like you, you have both good character and learning, and you are talented, but so what? In this society, there is no money, no power, no power. Zhi Keyi, the school grass will also become a weed that can be stepped on casually..."

Dai Mingchuan, who tore off his mask, looked like he was eager for quick success and quick profit, and was good at making money.

Looking at this deeply hidden real face, Lu Keyu suddenly figured out a lot of things.

"It was you who colluded with Lu Xinbo that day and tricked me into his house?"

The corners of Dai Mingchuan's lips were slightly curved, he smiled softly, and began to take off the apron on his body in slow motion, looking at Lu Keyu as if he was looking at a trapped animal that had crashed into a hunting net.

Lu Keyu knew their "gamble", and the alarm bells were ringing in his feverish mind. While backing away, he picked up a bottle of red wine from the cabinet and held it in his hand. When Dai Mingchuan suddenly approached, he threw it at him forcefully.

Dai Mingchuan moved swiftly, his body dodged to the side, the bottle of red wine flew past his shoulder and neck, hit the iron door with a loud bang, and the shattered pieces splashed all over the ground.

The next moment, the boy's eyes blurred, the man leaned forward, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and then punched him into the boy's abdomen.Just when Lu Keyu was suffocating in pain, he was already pinned to the ground by Dai Mingchuan.

The back of his head hit the floor, and the boy lost consciousness for a few seconds. When he regained consciousness, Dai Mingchuan was already sitting on him, with the corners of his lips curled up cruelly, and he said with an evil smile: "Little fool, you shouldn't have taken that bottle Wine, you should have one."

Something flickered in front of the boy's eyes.There was the glare of the incandescent lamp above his head and the ferocious smiling face of the man in the backlight. It took Lu Keyu a while to see clearly what was in the man's hand, which was a pair of kitchen scissors with slender blades.

Lu Keyu's eyes widened in panic, and saw Dai Mingchuan put the scissors into the hem of his clothes, and smoothly cut the shirt and the white vest underneath with a "Zi La" sound.

Realizing that the danger was approaching, Lu Keyu found strength from nowhere, and began to struggle desperately, groping around with his hands, throwing everything he could reach towards Dai Mingchuan.

There was nothing useful beside him, the cups under the coffee table, tea pots and storage boxes, after a while of ping-pong-pong, the adversity was still unrecoverable.

The boy's last resistance was only exchanged for a few heavy punches on the cheek.

Dai Mingchuan grabbed Lu Keyu's hair and knocked the boy's head on the floor.With his arm hanging limply by his side, Lu Keyu fell into a brief coma.

Dai Mingchuan enjoyed the pleasure of being tortured very much at this moment, deliberately slowed down his movements, and used scissors to cut the belt stuck on the boy's slender waist.

A trace of blood appeared on the edge of the boy's lips, winding down, flowing over his handsome chin, reflecting his icy white face, making him look extremely fragile.

Dai Mingchuan narrowed his eyes, admired it for a moment, and commented leisurely: "No wonder that stupid rich second generation likes to play this kind of drama, it's really exciting."

He stretched out his hand to the boy's waist, making a gesture to remove the last barrier on his body.

The boy realized something, opened his eyes in panic, and struggled again when he saw this scene.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Dai Mingchuan's whole body shook, he covered Lu Keyu's mouth, and held his breath.

There was no response, and there was another knock on the door, and someone shouted: "I am the landlord, open the door quickly, what happened to your house? The wine is pouring out of the door."

After the landlord talked about it, Dai Mingchuan suddenly remembered that the sound insulation effect of this old building is extremely poor, and the landlord who is a bit nervous happens to live downstairs. The landlord probably heard all the movement of the dispute between the two just now. .

Dai Mingchuan pressed Lu Keyu firmly, his pupils rolled quickly and remained silent.

After a while, the landlord said again: "The light is on, I know you are at home, is something wrong?"

The room was silent, only the humming of the overhead ballast could be heard, the landlord looked at the liquor lying on the ground by his feet, combined with the sound he heard just now, he imagined the scene of a college student's murder in the news, and said: " If you don’t open the door, I’m going to call the police.”

The landlord's voice was rough and loud, and a few good-natured neighbors came out to join in the fun, talking with the landlord standing in front of Dai Mingchuan's door.

After a while, the door of apartment 302 finally opened, and the neighbors felt a blur. A young boy stumbled out of the door and ran downstairs in a blink of an eye.

After only meeting each other, the neighbors didn't have time to see the boy's face clearly, they only vaguely saw that the man's clothes were disheveled and he was in a state of distress, as if he didn't even wear shoes.

The neighbors looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the evening, the weather suddenly turned cold, and the cool spring rain began to fall, slowly washing over the northern city.

A thin and thin figure with a torn white shirt squatted on the side of the road and vomited for a while.The black hair was soaked by the dense rain, and cold sweat was dripping on the forehead covered by the wet hair.

He squatted there for a long time, then slowly got up, and staggered towards the intersection of the commercial street, his thin body bumped and bumped, and blended into the hurried "homecoming army".

Zhen Lang sat in a black Mulsanne, staring at the rainy scene outside the window in a trance.

He has been busy around the clock for the past few days, and finally formulated the policy and steps to deal with "Ziwu Technology", and by the way, he also found out the details of Old Man Lu's shameless son.

Planning to "abolish the public for private reasons", first start the first shot of the new year with the "Xinrui Entertainment" that Lu Xinbo has just established, and then slowly clean up Meridian Technology.

"Mr. Zhen, are you going back to Fangxi's villa tonight, or to Chengyu Mansion in the city center?" the driver asked softly.

Zhen Lang looked at the night scene outside the window, pondered for a moment, and spit out an answer that was not an option. The driver was a little surprised, but he didn't dare to speak up. He turned the steering wheel, and the Bentley Mulsanne merged, turned, and drove towards the commercial street near Ming University .

Going to Mingda University at this time, the situation is just as the driver expected. Near the intersection of the commercial street, the speed of all vehicles is gradually approaching tortoise speed. The team moved forward bit by bit.

The Bentley Mulsanne finally drove slowly to the intersection of the commercial street, and the driver said to himself: "It turned out to be an accident, no wonder there is such a traffic jam."

Zhen Lang was looking thoughtfully at the familiar street scene near his alma mater. Hearing the driver's words, he glanced out of the window. While Mulsanne was slowly driving away from the intersection, he saw through the misty rain and fog the thin figure.

The man turned his back to him, lying on the ground with his back arched. Half of his white shirt was stained by the rain on the ground, and it was wet against his thin back. He was wearing no shoes on his feet. Hong Zhongbai was startled.

The taxi driver who caused the accident stood in the rain and negotiated with the traffic police.

"Comrade traffic police, I'm really wronged. How can he rely on me when he walks slowly by himself?"

Traffic policeman: "Don't talk nonsense, did you hit the person?"

Taxi driver: "How could I hit him like this?"

The traffic policeman said sharply, "I just asked you if you hit it or not?"

"Bump... just a little bit."

"What does it mean to bump into a little bit? It's like this."

The driver was anxious: "Even if we hit it, can it be so serious? Comrade traffic police, look at the speed of the cars at this intersection. Can I knock a big guy unconscious?"

The driver complained: "Let me tell you, this is definitely Pengci, Chiguoguo's Pengci!"

The two were negotiating when a Bentley Mulsanne turned left and suddenly stopped beside the vehicle that caused the accident.

The driver and the traffic police were staring at the luxury car in a daze, and three people got out of the car in a hurry, two of them held an umbrella for the leading man.

The taxi driver and the traffic policeman took a closer look, and saw that the man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, was handsome and had a star aura, and the cufflinks of a high-end custom-made suit shone brightly in the night, and he was dressed in an aristocratic style and rushed towards them.

The man walked up to the fainted boy, bent down, and inspected the boy's condition.The passing car lights illuminated his complicated expression that changed from dark to dark in an instant, more profoundly.

Feeling the stern aura, the traffic policeman didn't dare to approach, and just whispered to the man on the spot: "120 has already been called."

Zhen Lang refused to comment, and then took off his body-warm custom-made suit, put it on the young man's muddy body, and then picked him up horizontally. When passing by the stunned driver, he suddenly stopped and turned around. Looking down at him, his eyes seemed to be icy cold, and the taxi driver felt chills down his back.

The man's voice was filled with forbearable sullenness, and he asked coldly word by word: "Who did you say touched porcelain?"

The driver choked for a moment, couldn't help swallowing, and replied like a ghost: "...me."

The man seemed a little satisfied with his answer, turned the boy upside down in his arms, and walked quickly towards the black Mulsanne.

The two attendants, one driving the door and the other holding an umbrella, respectfully escorted the man into the car before trotting back to the driver's and passenger's seats.

The black Mulsanne, who was born out of the sky, gradually drove away under the attention of everyone.

The ignorant taxi driver looked at the direction where Mushang was leaving, and said to himself, "I'll go, who is this?"

The traffic policeman raised his index finger, pointed at the huge LCD screen on the outer wall of the commercial building, his eyes were straightened, and he gasped, "He's an angel..., ah no, a mermaid..."

The driver was confused, and looked in the direction indicated by him, and saw a blue-haired god with pure white wings on his back flying in the air in the looping advertisement on the big screen, and the picture zoomed in, A colorful fish tail emerges from his exotic-patterned armor...

Looking at the close-up of the face again, it really is the domineering, rich and handsome man with a very recognizable appearance just now.

The taxi driver "uh" for a long time, exchanged a glance with the traffic policeman who was also confused, and said, "That...maybe it's really me..."