Wu You sensed something was terribly wrong; what was bound to happen had finally arrived: "Brother Feng, what do we do now?"
Li Jianfeng rested his chin on one hand and held the red envelope Bai Lu had given him in the other, looking slightly stunned.
"What do you mean, what to do?"
When disaster strikes, what can we do?
Wu You stared at the red envelope in Li Jianfeng's hand: "You went to Brother Cheng and Sister-in-law's house for the New Year and accepted the New Year's red envelope. Doesn't that mean you accept Brother Cheng's proposal and are prepared to cooperate with the government?"
Li Jianfeng frowned in displeasure: "Who said I made a decision? Who said I wanted to cooperate with Xiao Cheng!"
"Alright, alright! If you won't cooperate with Brother Cheng, you'll cooperate with Sister-in-law." Wu You habitually went along with his boss, whose moods were unpredictable and whose emotions were volatile.
"Since you've already decided to cooperate with your sister-in-law, it wouldn't be appropriate to trick her into coming out and handing her over to the boss, would it? But if you don't trick her into coming out, the boss will definitely doubt your loyalty, and then..."
Thinking of Li Jianfeng being locked up in a mental hospital, Wu You hesitated, unable to think any further.
The big boss was ruthless; none of his subordinates who betrayed him ever died a complete death.
If Li Jianfeng were to cooperate with Xiao Cheng and Bai Lu and have dealings with the Pingcheng police, the big boss would find out and he would be finished.
The big boss is inherently suspicious.
Li Jianfeng repeatedly pressured Xiao Cheng to suppress his business, especially the fruit factory in Pingcheng.
Li Jianfeng outwardly agreed, but secretly communicated with Xiao Cheng, thus avoiding any loss by going through the motions.
The two informants planted by the big boss were also sent to Xilong Bay by Li Jianfeng.
They claimed to be monitoring the trade and import/export of Xiao Cheng's fruit factory to gather firsthand information for their own plans, but in reality, they were diverting attention from one side and failing to obtain the most crucial information from the other.
The big boss might already be suspicious.
People who live in the underworld have become indifferent to life and death, but that doesn't mean they enjoy courting death.
Wu You had followed Li Jianfeng for seven years and knew that Li Jianfeng was not afraid of the consequences of betraying the big boss.
The reason I haven't made a decision is that I know that people like them who cooperate with the government will not have a good ending either.
The only ones we can count on are Xiao Cheng and Bai Lu.
To be precise, it should be White Dew.
Compared to his former nemesis Xiao Cheng, who was cold-blooded and ruthless, Li Jianfeng would prefer Bai Lu, who is kind, warm, intelligent, and generous.
They would think that it was more reliable to entrust their lives and fortunes to Bailu.
Looking at Li Jianfeng, who was still staring blankly at the red envelope, Wu You knew that his guess had been more accurate.
"Brother Feng, this is no small matter. The boss is serious. Have you thought about how to deal with it? Should we cooperate with Sister-in-law, or..."
Li Jianfeng leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, clutching the red envelope in his hand.
"What's the rush? There are still two days left."
...
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and countless stars twinkle overhead.
In the softly lit room, Bai Lu, dressed in pajamas, sat cross-legged on the bed, counting and opening red envelopes.
May the New Year bring you great fortune! Xiao Cheng is the biggest winner today; he's won so many red envelopes from his brothers that he's practically drowning in them.
There were twenty-eight large red envelopes containing 100 yuan each.
Thirty-nine red envelopes containing fifty yuan each.
The remaining hundred or so were priced at ten, twenty, five, or even one yuan.
The cover of the 100-yuan red envelope has 22 identical auspicious patterns and phrases, which should all belong to the same person.
I wonder which guy was so generous, yet so unlucky, losing so badly.
When Xiao Cheng came out of the shower, he saw a smiling girl sitting on the bed counting money. A gentle breeze blew through her long hair, stirring up a glimmer of starlight in her bright, smiling eyes.
His figure grew larger as he drew closer, becoming the center of her eyes as she slightly raised her head to meet his gaze.
As you get close to her, the scent of shower gel and her own fragrance wafts over you, filling your breath.
Xiao Cheng tossed aside the towel, stretched out his long arm, and pulled the warm, soft woman into his embrace: "Finished counting?"
Bai Lu nodded excitedly, stuffed a large wad of money into his hand, then pulled back the towel from the bedside table and covered his head: "Your hair isn't dry yet."
The wispy ends of her hair were still dripping wet, and she was gently rubbed with a towel, the pressure just right. Her fair and soft hand was then grasped by a large hand in the next second.
With a towel covering her head, in the cramped space, Bai Lu could only see Xiao Cheng's magnified face.
A kiss lightly landed on her lips, lingering and lingering, gradually deepening, the crisp scent forcefully invading...
She lay gently on his palm, sinking steadily into the soft bed, and then he leaned over her.
Colorful coins were scattered all over the big bed.
One of them fell to the floor under the bed.
It was covered by a towel.
It was covered by the woman's pajamas.
It was covered by men's pajamas.
The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, its crisp, melodious ringtone interrupting the ongoing intimacy. The repeated ringing annoyed the man, who frowned in frustration.
A soft, boneless hand pushed against his chest: "Acheng, there's a phone call..."
He didn't want to answer and remained unmoved.
The phone was still ringing.
The urgent ringing suggested something important was happening.
She gave him another push with her small, pale hand, but he didn't move. He didn't do anything else, nor did he answer the phone.
He was clearly acting out of spite.
Bai Lu looked at the unsatisfied, resentful face in front of her and chuckled as she kissed him again and again.
The restraints on her body were reluctantly released, and she moved out, reaching for the phone and putting it to her ear.
The moment the "hello" was uttered, an anxious little voice came from the other end: "Sister-in-law, Brother Haozi has been in a car accident."
...
When Bai Lu and Xiao Cheng arrived downstairs, Wang Hao's mother was holding Wang Hao's son and pacing anxiously in the Yingke Building.
The toddler, who was not yet one year old, had been calmed down and was no longer crying or fussing. He only coughed occasionally, his voice hoarse and tender.
I don't know how much suffering they endured.
"I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late." Wang Hao's mother looked exhausted and apologized as soon as she saw Xiao Cheng and Bai Lu.
"I really have no other choice..."
Children are very sensitive to adults' emotions. If they sense something is wrong, they will start to cry.
Bai Lu said gently, "It's alright. Acheng and I just came upstairs and haven't gone to sleep yet. Please tell me what's wrong. Is the baby hungry? Should we feed him first?"
Wang Hao's mother had a baby bottle hanging from her arm, half-filled with prepared formula. When she gently shook it to coax the baby, the bottle swayed gently along with her.
"I already fed him," she explained, her face full of worry and her voice heavy with sorrow. "It was all because he was fussy last night..."
"On their way home, Ahao and Chunli were hit by a drunk driver's brick truck. Ahao immediately pushed Chunli out of the way, and Chunli and the child were not hit by the truck and were not injured."
"Ah Hao was hit by a brick truck and thrown a long distance. He was rushed to the hospital with injuries all over his body, his head covered in blood. He was only out of danger half an hour ago, but he has amnesia when he wakes up..."
As they spoke, Wang Hao's mother, carrying the child and Bai Lu, walked out, her voice choked with sobs.
"Amnesia... He doesn't even remember you?" Bai Lu asked with concern as they walked.
After telling Xiao Wei and Grandpa Hu to go to sleep first, Xiao Cheng took Bai Lu's coat and followed her out.
When the night breeze blew, a pair of large hands draped an outer garment over Bai Lu's body, keeping her from all the chill.
At the same time, Wang Hao's mother's solemn and helpless voice rang out: "After losing his memory, Hao still remembers us, but he doesn't remember Chunli, and he doesn't recognize the child either."
"She even said she wanted a divorce..."
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