Chapter 73: Gentle Disabled Boss vs. Soft and Cruel Wife (42)
Bang--!
The bullet cut through the air and headed straight for Lu Yuan's chest.
The bodyguard, who had recovered, flew over and tried to push the other person away, but someone was one step faster than him.
A graceful figure stood in front of the man.
Lu Yuan's pupils suddenly constricted.
Almost at the moment he hugged the girl, he seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to his knees on the ground.
A trickle of warm water flowed from his palm.
The blood dripped onto the ground and quickly gathered into a pool of blood.
There was a buzzing in my ears.
The world in Lu Yuan's eyes suddenly turned gray, with only the expanding pool of red remaining.
He struggled to get up, staggering, but still hugged the girl tightly, speaking incoherently:
"I, I'll take you to the hospital. Don't be afraid, you'll be fine. I'm here and it's easy to treat."
"It's no use..."
She was hit in the heart and was holding on to her last breath with her remaining demonic power.
Lu Cha smiled gently.
Blood gushed out from the pink lips, staining them with a bit of bright color:
"It hurts so much, Mr. Lu... I don't want to move anymore..."
Lu Yuan's staggering steps suddenly stopped.
His dull, lifeless eyes were filled with a blurry red.
Tears fell silently.
His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
"Lu Yuan..."
She rarely called his name.
She always called him Mr. Lu with a smile on her face.
It seemed like this was a nickname between the two of them.
Seeing the little girl's fingertips on his body move slightly, Lu Yuan immediately came back to his senses.
He obediently lowered his head and put his ear close to it.
Lu Cha raised her face slightly.
Her lips, wet with blood, kissed the side of his face.
It was warm and soft before, but now it is extremely hot.
The faint but sweet voice was mixed with a hint of teasing:
"How can a devil...deserve love?"
Lu Yuan suddenly froze.
He stared blankly at Lu Cha, who was smiling brightly.
For a moment, my chest felt like a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on it.
Only her words turned into a sharp knife, piercing through all obstacles, stabbing fiercely into his heart, and wantonly crushing that lump of flesh and blood.
But with every stroke of the knife, her name was left behind.
"Why......"
A confused look appeared on Lu Yuan's face.
The crystal tears rolled even more violently.
"Is it because I used to scare you so often and you blame me for never apologizing to you..."
"I left you alone at the wedding, deliberately letting everyone laugh at you..."
"I released a vicious dog to try to attack you while you were pruning..."
He spoke intermittently about what he had done, trying hard to find the thing that had made the little girl unhappy.
Until the slightly cool fingertips touched his trembling lips.
Lu Cha looked at him quietly, feeling a little sorry.
If she didn't want to make the little villain suffer as much as the original owner, she would have liked to kill him with her own hands.
Feeling that the last bit of demonic power was about to dissipate, Lu Cha's clear almond-shaped eyes were filled with evil:
"Lu Yuan, I hope you will be happy every day in the future."
"Everyone should live in repentance."
"Goodbye..."
Before he finished the last word, Lu Cha's hands dropped weakly.
The corners of his lips were raised in satisfaction.
It seemed that death was a relief for her.
Lu Yuan held the little girl's body in his arms in a daze.
My eyes lost focus.
Like an abandoned and broken puppet, he stood there motionless.
a long time.
A bodyguard came over cautiously and asked in a low voice:
"Sir, Wang Qikun, what should we do?"
Behind.
Wang Qikun was pinned to the ground again, and his bodyguard blocked his mouth as he tried to curse.
Lu Yuan walked over slowly.
Blood dripped down the little girl's body, forming bloody flowers in front of his feet.
Wang Qikun glared at Lu Yuan with hatred.
When his eyes met the girl in the other's arms, a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.
A few days ago.
Zhang Huaihao was imprisoned.
He thought his revenge plan would fail, but the girl found him in a dilapidated bungalow.
Not only did he give him a gun, he also said he would help him.
But whether he can succeed or not depends on himself.
Anyway, he has survived for so long, and now Lu Yuan is looking for him frantically. He can't escape the country at all, so he might as well stay and give it a try.
The worst that can happen is death.
But he didn't expect it.
In the end, the person who was killed was not Lu Yuan, but the person who had helped him.
Wang Qikun looked away awkwardly and exhaled deeply.
There was none of the expected sadness and fear, only a calm and peaceful state of mind.
It was nothing more than being tortured to death by Lu Yuan.
I hid it for so long, I hated it for so long.
In fact, he was also a little tired.
not to mention.
Lu Yuan’s pain now is no less than what he suffered back then.
Wang Qikun looked at the man who looked like he had lost his soul with sarcasm.
This is all retribution!
Unexpected.
Lu Yuan walked past him and walked towards the manor step by step.
A faint, choked voice came, as if it would dissipate with the wind:
"Kill him."
It doesn't matter anymore.
Miss Lin is gone.
Nothing matters anymore.
-
manor.
Uncle Zhou looked at Lu Yuan, who was covered in blood, in shock.
Especially when he found the girl in his arms who was already silent, Zhou Bo unconsciously glanced upstairs and opened his mouth.
What flowed out were not words, but tears.
Ms. Lin, you've been staying in the room...
Plop—the fifty-year-old man knelt on the ground.
Self-blame, guilt, and regret, like icy cold seawater, flooded his entire body at this moment, and he couldn't stop trembling:
"I'm sorry sir...I'm sorry..."
"It's my fault that I didn't keep an eye on Miss Lin..."
Uncle Zhou raised his hand to wipe away his tears, but he couldn't wipe them away.
Slowly, he leaned over and placed his head on the ground, covering his face.
The hunched body was filled with desperate cries.
The little granddaughter who would call him grandpa, act like a spoiled child with him, and share half of her delicious food with him, just like that...will never be seen again...
As if remembering something, Zhou Bo suddenly stood up, stumbled up the stairs, and muttered to himself:
"I promised Miss Lin that I would let her out when my husband comes back..."
After a while.
There was a sound of wooden boards being split.
Lu Yuan turned a deaf ear.
He just held the little girl and sat on the sofa.
Intimately, he rubbed her cold cheek.
There was a dead silence in his eyes.
"Let's go see the surprise I prepared for you, okay?"
"But before that, we have to wait a little longer."
Lu Yuan paused, as if he had heard the little girl's answer, and smiled helplessly, gently scratching her nose lovingly:
"Then I'll ask someone to hurry up."
Strive to catch up with your pace.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
