The glass window of the cabinet reflected light, reflecting Lu Mingyuan's shadow.

He stood behind Su Qiao and Lu Chen.

That's it, Su Qiao thought.

She hates people sowing discord most, and retaliates in kind: "You have a good son, he is keenly intuitive and talented, and he even saved my life... If I hadn't jumped off the ship just now, how would he have had the chance to fight back? Lu Mingyuan and I are different.

I haven't learned how to fight, so I will only hold him back."

At this point, Su Qiao suddenly paused, and then asked: "Boss Lu, you know what happened at the Rome Hotel, and you know it in detail. Did John tell you?"

She laughed and said full of compliments: "You are indeed my grandfather's most valued employee."

Lu Chen poured himself a glass of wine, as if he were Su Qiao's elder, and said calmly: "You are very sharp-tongued. You have been like this since you were a child."

He closed the walnut cabinet, picked up a pair of silver tongs, took out ice cubes from the iron bucket, and put them into a glass filled with champagne. A few drops of water splashed out, which he wiped away with a handkerchief.

He smiled and said, "Your cousin Su Zhan is much more reserved than you."

Su Qiao has been often compared with Su Zhan since she was a child, and she is used to it.

She tidied her hair, turned around, faced Lu Mingyuan, and continued talking to Lu Chen: "Su Zhan is more reserved than me, and also more ruthless than me."

Lu Chen's next answer was beyond Su Qiao's expectation: "I heard that A Zhan has a new driver, right?"

Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound - the sound of ice cubes sliding into the glass.

Su Qiao was dumbfounded: "Boss Lu, you impress me with admiration. Even though you are in Italy, you have not missed the domestic news."

She held the edge of the table and said something in her words: "I arranged for the driver's family to go to Shanghai. They bear the risk for me, and I will help them find a way out."

Lu Chen shrugged and laughed it off: "If your grandfather were still alive...he wouldn't approve of your good deeds."

Su Qiao said calmly: "Yes, it's a pity that he passed away."

There was nothing offensive in her words, she was simply stating a fact.

Lu Chen felt a thorn in his heart.

He was speechless for a moment. But after drinking a little wine, he smiled with relief.

Lu Mingyuan listened to their conversation and actually didn't understand a bit - but even if he didn't understand, he wouldn't take the initiative to ask. He took out a towel from his carry-on luggage. When Su Qiao and Lu Chen were both silent, Lu Mingyuan handed the towel to

It’s Su Qiao.

Su Qiao complained to his father in front of him: "I'm a little cold."

Lu Mingyuan said: "Your clothes are wet and you haven't changed them yet."

Su Qiao said: "Yes, I want to borrow a room..."

Lu Mingyuan looked at his father.

The father was holding the champagne, drinking it for himself, and said in a compromising manner: "There is a guest room upstairs that is prepared for you. Mingyuan, consider this your home. You can sleep there tonight."

He didn't mention where Su Qiao's room was - because according to the information he received, Su Qiao had already lived with his son. He regretted not warning his son to beware of people named Su. Now, he regrets

It's too late.

Su Qiao followed Lu Mingyuan upstairs.

When passing by the living room, the young girl named Zhou Qiping shouted: "Brother Ming, why don't you come down and chat with us for a while? It's so fun to live in such a vast world."

She leaned forward and waved to him.

Lu Mingyuan was carrying his suitcase and noticed his father's gaze. He thought the atmosphere in the living room was strange, so he replied: "Look to the side, my father is still here, and he will chat with you."

The floor was covered with a Persian carpet, which was covered with hand-embroidery, showing low-key luxury. Zhou Qiping suddenly stood up, stepping on the carpet with her high heels, as if she was walking on clouds.

"Brother Ming, when I was a kid, you took me riding a horse," Zhou Qiping said with a smile, "Now that we have met, we are all strangers."

She raised her head, looked around, and settled on Su Qiao: "There are several bedrooms upstairs, let me show you the way, okay?"

Su Qiao gave a provocative look in return.

Zhou Qiping was young and energetic, and did not know Su Qiao's background. Her father pulled her sleeve, but she ignored it, threw it away, and went straight to the stairs.

In the foyer on the third floor, two angel statues support a large oil painting, and a brass lamp stand stands on the stone platform in front. The long night is long, and the golden-red candle is about to burn out.

Zhou Qiping introduced: "This painting is called "Jia Luo's Wedding". Of course, it is a fake."

She told the truth: "I am the author, and it took me a month."

Su Qiao remained silent, thinking to herself that Lu Chen had a huge business chain, not only engaged in overseas smuggling but also reselling of counterfeit goods. Even if buyers knew in their hearts that they were fake, they also liked famous paintings that were so fake that they looked so realistic.

Lu Mingyuan was not a qualified colleague. He did not stop to appreciate the art. He opened the bedroom door: "Is it this one? The door is still open."

Su Qiao became interested and joked: "You are so anxious tonight."

Lu Mingyuan didn't understand what she meant. He rolled up his sleeves and whispered to her: "I have blood on my hands. It's sticky. I want to wash it off."

Su Qiao lowered her eyes and saw that on the wrist of his right hand, he was wearing the bracelet that he once thought was "gay". Her heart softened for a moment, too soft to harden, so she said softly: "Okay,

You go wash your hands."

Zhou Qiping, who was at the entrance of the stairs, could not hear their conversation clearly. She only heard Su Qiao's words, "You are so anxious tonight", and then saw Lu Mingyuan rushing into the bedroom, looking impatient.

Su Qiao chuckled at the door and looked back at Zhou Qiping: "What time is your breakfast? I usually don't eat breakfast because I can't get up."

Bah, wanton, shameless.

Zhou Qiping cursed secretly.

She stamped her foot, blushed with anger, turned around and walked down the stairs.

Su Qiao didn't close the door until her footsteps completely disappeared.

But she did not enter the room. She stood by the handrail of the spiral staircase and eavesdropped on the conversation downstairs.

Zhou Qiping found her father. She raised her voice and complained angrily: "Dad, she is not from Uncle Lu's side, and she doesn't know us. You just let her in. Is there any danger?"

Lu Chen's relief actually sounded at this moment.

Su Qiao even felt that Lu Chen told her on purpose: "Who said she is not from our side? Without her grandfather, the business would not be possible."

Zhou Qiping asked back: "Is her grandfather Su Jingshan?"

Before Lu Chen could answer, Zhou Qiping asked again: "Is she Su Qiao or Ye Shu? Su Jingshan has two granddaughters, and I have never seen either of them."

"Forget it if you haven't seen them before," Lu Chen suddenly laughed, "They don't understand art, and they have no common language with you."

Su Qiao upstairs also laughed and deduced the identities of Zhou Qiping and her father.

She took a detour, looked around the environment on the third floor, and finally walked back to the bedroom, closed the wooden door, and locked it thoughtfully.

Lu Mingyuan had just come out of the bathroom. He sat at the table, opened his laptop, and searched for the name of a painting. Although he eagerly wanted to talk to his father, Lu Mingyuan said nothing due to the presence of Zhou Yang and Zhou Qiping.

Su Qiao had the same idea as him.

She took off his coat, checked the structure of the bathroom, turned off the light, turned on the water valve, and took a shower in a room so dark that she couldn't see her fingers.

This approach makes her feel more secure.

Retribution comes without warning.

All rooms on the third floor are always reserved for VIPs and are cleaned by maids every day. The masonry in the bathroom has been polished, especially in front of the mirror, which has not been separated from dry and wet areas, making the appearance extremely smooth.

If Su Qiao turns on the light, she will definitely be able to see it.

But she didn't, so she fell down.

Lu Mingyuan heard the noise and pushed the door open.

In the steamy bathroom, Su Qiao's heart was beating hard. Before she could speak, Lu Mingyuan asked, "Are you dressed?"

"No!" Su Qiao replied angrily, "Do you know how to put on clothes when you take a shower?"

She heard his heavier breathing.

A heavy "bang" sound reached his ears, and Lu Mingyuan kicked the bathroom door. The entire room was cut off from the light. He stepped into the edge of darkness, wrapped a towel in Su Qiao's body, and scolded coldly.

: "Just forget about your usual fun..."

"I didn't make a fuss," Su Qiao said angrily, defending herself, "I didn't fall on purpose."

Lu Mingyuan didn't believe her.

He was full of straight man manners and scrawled perfunctorily: "If you say so, there's nothing I can do about it."

Su Qiao's ankle hurt a little.

She got angry for no reason and said: "I want to seduce you, but you won't touch me anyway... You might as well go downstairs and chat with that Zhou Qiping. Didn't you even take her riding a horse?"

The faucet in the bathroom was left open. The warm water poured down, making a gurgling sound and creating more mist. Lu Mingyuan put down his bath towel and got closer to her.

He thought to himself for a while and asked uncertainly: "Are you jealous?"

Su Qiao didn't answer.

She pushed his chest, knelt down on the granite tiles, and tried to stand up.

"Sit still and I'll turn on the light." Lu Mingyuan said.

"Shut up!" Su Qiao was furious and got into a dead end. "You don't believe what I say, why do you still care about me?"

Lu Mingyuan relied on his intuition to hold her shoulders.

Su Qiao's palms became cold and she pressed her hands against the ground. She suddenly lost her momentum and her voice was soft and inaudible: "Except for the goldfish you gave me, I have nothing..."
Chapter completed!