Lu Mingyuan accepted Su Qiao's kindness. He ate two mint candies and returned the box containing the candies to Su Qiao. Su Qiao asked again: "Is this candy sweet?"

The wooden boat followed the water waves and swam in the curves. When night got thicker, white mist rose from the water and the vision blurred, making it feel like being in a fantasyland.

Lu Mingyuan stared at Su Qiao.

Mist filled her eyes.

As the sound of wind seeped in, she lowered her head slightly and said absently: "I heard you were seasick, so I bought the candy specially."

Lu Mingyuan responded: "It's very sweet."

Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but he didn't feel seasick anymore.

The mist had not yet dissipated, and they slowly docked. The water was flowing in the dim light. The boatman pulled a wooden stake and suddenly introduced himself: "My name is Yuan Teng, and I have been with Boss Lu for several years.

.”

Yuan Teng was the first to go ashore. Facing Lu Mingyuan, he laughed and said, "I have a tattoo on my left hand. I worked with Boss Lu back then, and I felt happy. So I went and got a tattoo."

"What's the tattoo?" Su Qiao said with great interest, "Boss Lu is responsible for his work and considerate of his subordinates. If I were his employee, I would definitely think that he is a good boss."

Yuan Teng picked up his sleeves and rolled them up higher: "Okay, look, I have a tattoo of a line of Buddhist scriptures!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Mingyuan walked up the steps. He squatted by the wooden post and wanted to pull Su Qiao, but her expression suddenly changed and she said: "Be careful."

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of Lu Mingyuan's neck.

Su Qiao stopped breathing.

She was still standing in the boat, only one meter away from Lu Mingyuan, but there was a boundary between life and death.

Yuan Teng said with a smile: "Why do you need to tattoo Buddhist scriptures? Because killing someone with this hand is considered salvation. Every wrong has its own debtor..." He grabbed Lu Mingyuan's lapel and tightened his neck, eyes bursting with emotion.

With a stern look on his face: "I became a ghost so I can get on my way."

I became a ghost so I could get on my way.

The chill was biting and her spine felt chilly, so Su Qiao chose to jump off the ship.

The water splashed for a moment, Yuan Teng was stunned for a moment, and Lu Mingyuan escaped from his hands. They were located on the north side of a stone wall, and there was not even a door nearby. Lu Mingyuan grabbed Yuan Teng's hoodie and pushed his head towards

Hit the wall.

He stepped on Yuan Teng's knee, but did not turn the tide of the battle.

Yuan Teng rolled on the spot and pulled Lu Mingyuan's arm, trying to imprison him on the ground. But Lu Mingyuan took out a knife from somewhere, pointed the sharp edge at Yuan Teng's carotid artery, and cut without hesitation.

Go down.

Yuan Teng hurriedly exclaimed: "Master, wait a moment!"

The hand and gun fell aside, and he said at the fastest speed in his life: "That gun is fake, the boss asked me to try it on you!"

Lu Mingyuan let go.

The warm blood dyed his fingers red. Lu Mingyuan looked at him condescendingly, confirming that the wound was very shallow and Yuan Teng escaped death. But that was not the end. Lu Mingyuan used the handle of the knife to lift Yuan Teng's chin, with a cold attitude, and asked:

"Where is your boss?"

He didn't ask "Where is my dad?" He directly used the title "your boss" to refer to his father.

Yuan Teng swallowed his saliva and said with a smile: "Wait a moment..."

Lu Mingyuan pinned Yuan Teng to the ground, pulled a rope that tied the boat, and tied Yuan Teng's hands tightly. Then he bent down to pick up the gun, turned it with his backhand, pointed it at the sky, and pulled the trigger - what?

None of it happened, and what Yuan Teng said was true.

Just at this moment, the sound of water sounded again, and Su Qiao climbed onto the shore.

Her clothes were soaked and tightly wrapped around her body. In the dark and boundless night, she looked like a mermaid who had fallen into a trap.

The mermaid felt cold all over, and she walked towards Lu Mingyuan.

"There's something wrong with this wall," Su Qiao hinted. "It's surrounded by walls and has no doors."

Lu Mingyuan's eyes stayed on her face, and then moved down to her chest. The wet collar could not block the beauty, and she had no concealment in front of him.

Lu Mingyuan thought of a word - rough waves.

Su Qiao understood and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Lu, if you want to touch or rub me, I won't refuse."

Lu Mingyuan said: "It's all fat, there's nothing to touch."

Su Qiao smiled and said, "You are completely different from ordinary men."

Lu Mingyuan took off his coat and put it on her body: "It's this time, you are still in the mood to joke."

Su Qiao tightened her clothes and confessed: "Because I know Yuan Teng was acting, and his gun was fake. When you were fighting, he suddenly lost his hand and pressed the trigger once, but there was no sound at all."

As soon as he said this, a door opened in the stone wall next to him.

A lamp was hung behind the door. The light split through the fog and illuminated the gloomy environment.

Yuan Teng, who was lying on the ground, immediately twisted his body and cried out as if he had been granted amnesty: "Boss, bringing the young master back is a hard job..."

In the interweaving light and shadow, Lu Chen was wearing home clothes, with handsome eyebrows, a straight body, and extremely deep eyes, exactly as Su Qiao remembered.

Behind him were two men - the two men were burly, with guns hanging on their waists and their hands behind their backs. They were obviously no longer joking.

"Mingyuan," Lu Chen knocked on the stone wall and said gently, "come into the house with dad, it's cold outside."

Lu Chen's room is very cleverly designed. The door has an irregular shape and is perfectly integrated into the wall. If you don't study it carefully, you won't be able to find the main entrance.

Looking at his interior, it is filled with various paintings.

It is said that in order to ensure that the oil paintings do not fade, Italians will use fine, colorful crystal stones to cover the famous paintings handed down from generation to generation - this kind of stone is called mosaic.

There are many such works of art in St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican. It may take decades to repair a painting with spar, exhausting the patience of the craftsman.

Lu Chen's collection also included many mosaic treasures. In addition, there were porcelain, antiques, and Western silverware on the bookshelf. Su Qiao finally understood that Lu Chen's business involved reselling at home and abroad.

Lu Chen saw Su Qiao and said hello calmly: "Miss Su Qiao."

He was not surprised at all, and Su Qiao said naturally: "The last time we met was at the company's annual meeting last year."

"Well, yes. It's June this year in a blink of an eye. Time is not forgiving, right?" Lu Chen snapped his fingers, and the strong man behind him immediately went to Yuan Teng's location, took out a saber, and

Cut the rope that tied Yuan Teng.

Yuan Teng rolled around and pointed at his neck: "Fuck, it's bleeding."

Lu Mingyuan glanced at him and ridiculed: "Didn't the Buddhist scripture on your arm protect you?"

He followed Lu Shen through the door and held Su Qiao with his left hand.

His fingertips were clasped on her wrist, and her pulse was beating a little fast. He had the idea of ​​comforting her, but unfortunately he couldn't speak. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't even trust his father.

The father winked, and the two strong men leaned over to him and closed the stone door tightly.

The interior is clean and tidy and extremely warm.

There was a sofa in the main hall, with a man and a woman sitting on it. The man was about the same age as Lu Chen, and the girl was about twenty years old, with a delicate and charming face. As soon as she saw Lu Mingyuan, she said hello to him: "Brother Ming,

Hello, do you still remember me?"

Su Qiao guessed from Lu Mingyuan's eyes that he no longer remembered.

Strangely enough, she was inexplicably relieved.

Lu Chen smiled kindly. He walked straight to the sofa and introduced: "This is your Uncle Zhou Yang. He hugged you when you were young. Your Uncle Zhou Yang's daughter Zhou Qiping is 21 years old this year and is studying in Italy.

.She studies art just like you."

Lu Chen is always patient when dealing with customers or partners.

Su Qiao immediately guessed that Zhou Yang was either a big customer or a very close partner.

Lu Chenping dismissed his bodyguard, picked up a bottle of champagne himself, bent down to look for glasses in the display window, and prepared drinks for the people present. This move of his calmed down the tense atmosphere and seemed to be precipitating a warm atmosphere.

Family gathering.

Until Su Qiao walked over to help.

She was wearing Lu Mingyuan's coat - for Su Qiao, this coat was too big, the hem covered her thighs, and the collar covered her tightly, making her look a bit uncoordinated.

Lu Chen raised his voice at first, as if he was concerned: "Go upstairs and rest, you are Su Jingshan's granddaughter, no one will treat you badly."

Then, he whispered: "You jump off the ship first, while Lu Mingyuan and Yuan Teng fight behind. My son's status in your heart is not particularly high. The day you were in Rome, he tried his best to protect you.

you……"
Chapter completed!