Lu Jianguo usually remains extremely calm under any circumstances.

But he also has times when his emotions are out of control.

That is when he becomes extremely angry inside, and at this time, he often does everything.

Now he decided to kill Su Baoqing, and he would go immediately.

What plans are planned, what is open to repair the plank road and secretly traveling to Chencang! That's all bullshit!

I just want to do it with him head-on!

To avenge his brother, he can give up everything, but at worst he can change places and start from scratch!

So he got up and lifted the gun hanging on the wall of Shen Cong's room, filling it with bullets.

"You wait, I'll be back soon!" Lu Jianguo said gritting his teeth.

"Brother..."

Lu Jianguo pushed open the door, but did not look back. He suppressed his voice and said, "No one can bully my brother, no one."

"Brother, I don't want you to avenge me. Because, I want to kill him with my own hands."

Lu Jianguo gasped in anger, like a ferocious beast, and he clung to the butt.

"I'll catch him, you'll kill him."

"I don't want him to die too happily. I want to torture him hard, otherwise I can't swallow this."

No one can swallow this breath.

"Hold!"

Lu Jianguo punched the wall with a punch, and blood dripped down the tip of his fist.

"Okay!" he shouted: "I'll wait for you, and when your injury is cured, we'll go together, we'll be the two of us!"

"Yes!" Shen Cong nodded heavily and said.

Lu Jianguo sat back on the head of the bed and held Shen Cong's hand.

"Brother, I don't want you to take risks alone, especially to take risks for me. Even if you are confident, I don't want to, because I must fight side by side with you!"

"Good brother, it's worth it to know you!"

"Brother, I feel it's worth it more than you!"

"Hahaha."

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

However, Lu Jianguo did nothing on the day after that.

During the days when he was away, there were many things waiting for him to deal with, but he put everything aside and locked himself in the room alone for a whole day.

The windows are open, and willow catkins are blown into the windows by the wind from time to time, and occasionally they are mixed with the shouts of street vendors hawking.

Facing the window was a square table of yellow rosewood, with a revolver, a cup of cold bitter tea and a pack of cigarettes that had been opened.

Lu Jianguo stood in front of the window for a day and smoked a cigarette for a day.

He is not a smoker, but sometimes he thinks that smoking is a necessary thing for a man.

Because during the smoking process, you can spit out the heavy thing pressed into your chest and then watch the smoke blow away by the wind. This is actually a very beautiful thing.

Especially when a person is in a heavy mood.

So he always can't help but think of smoking at this time, and then smoke a few cigarettes.

He would keep smoking, thinking while smoking until he figured out everything in his mind.

Now, he held the half-burned cigarette in his mouth.

The same set of movements were constantly and quickly in his hand.

He pulled out the bullets in the gun chamber one by one and put them in one by one. Sometimes he would raise them up and try to aim, but it was not always the case.

But he won't shoot.

He was obviously a painter, but at this moment he was like a skilled killer.

Yes, because his heart was full of murderous intent.

He had to find a way to relieve this murderous intent from his heart, otherwise he would not be able to do anything.

As a painter, it is too easy to act emotionally, especially when things happen to friends, otherwise Van Gogh would not have cut off his ears and given them to friends.

Because he is a persistent person, it is difficult to press down on an idea when it comes out. If you don’t complete this matter immediately, you will feel uncomfortable all over.

This is impulse.

When you are impulsive, you will quickly load the bullets one by one.

In order to force myself to calm down, I will dismantle the bullets one by one.

The two emotions kept alternating in his heart, so he kept smoking.

Finally, when it was getting dark, he held the empty gun without bullets and pulled the trigger three times in a row.

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. But I can't wait for ten years, and I will kill you within three months."

It hurts the muscles and bones for 100 days, so in three months, Chen Cong's injuries should all be healed.

He could only give Su Baoqing three months at most, three months to live.

Then he put his pistol and cigarette into the drawer, then picked up the cold bitter tea and drank it all.

"Hu—" He spoke a long sigh.

He simply recovered and pushed the door and walked down the stairs.

Now when he saw someone again, he could finally have a smile on his face.

He asked someone to call Song Xiaoyun to the hall on the first floor, and he found a chair and sat down and waited.

Soon, Song Xiaoyun followed Qi Xiaomao and others to him.

The boy's skin is fair and handsome, but no matter how he looks delicate, he may be too nervous, and his two shoulders always subconsciously shrink together, like a girl.

He was too unconfident, and Lu Jianguo could see his shortcomings at a glance.

Not being confident is precisely the fatal flaw in character for a boy.

"What did you do there before?" Lu Jianguo asked.

"Help the kitchen, wash dishes, wipe the floor... I can do any kind of chores!" Song Xiaoyun glanced at Lu Jianguo, and then subconsciously avoided his eyes. He did not dare to look directly into Lu Jianguo's eyes.

But in fact, Lu Jianguo is not a fierce person, and his appearance is very friendly, but Song Xiaoyun is afraid of him from the bottom of his heart.

"Our store does not accept people who do miscellaneous work." Lu Jianguo paused and said, "Because everyone in our store can do miscellaneous work."

Song Xiaoyun was shocked, and he was about to kneel down for Lu Jianguo at that time.

Fortunately, Qi Xiaomao next to him held him in a hurry, "The shopkeeper hates others kneeling down to him the most, just ask you what you say."

"Haha." Lu Jianguo said with a smile: "He was right. Kneeling down here can't solve any problem, so your knees should be tightened."

"I, I get it."

“How many years have you worked in the kitchen?”

"Three years."

"Three years, three years have been long enough." Lu Jianguo thought for a while, and then asked, "It should be possible to cook a lot of dishes?"

"Yes, and... no, not very good." Song Xiaoyun's nervous forehead sweated. He had learned a lot of cooking skills secretly, but he had only fried one dish in three years, so he didn't dare to say that he knew everything.

"What will you do?"

“Asparagus roasted shrimp balls.”

"It's so late, our store probably doesn't have these two ingredients, right?" Lu Jianguo looked at Qi Xiaomao.

"Yes." Qi Xiaomao said: "If you want to make this dish, you will have to buy the ingredients tomorrow morning."
Chapter completed!