Zhou Qiping could tolerate Su Qiao mocking her, but she couldn't stand Su Qiao involving her father.

Her tone was slightly sour: "Without my father helping you deal with it, where would you find buyers? Dollars wouldn't fall from the sky! Why do you say that I painted fake paintings? Why?"

It turns out that Zhou Yang was the one who contacted the buyer, Su Qiao thought.

She guessed that Zhou Yang had a relationship with the Su family, but the relationship was not deep. After his grandfather died, neither he nor Lu Chen took refuge with Su Zhan. Why?

——Su Qiao's first reaction was that they wanted to monopolize this smuggling chain.

Su Qiao smiled and continued to tease Zhou Qiping: "Last night, you told me personally that the painting "Jia Luo's Wedding" was a fake made by you. How much does it cost? I want to buy it."

Zhou Qiping curled her lips, her anger still lingering: "If you don't sell that painting, I won't sell it no matter how much you pay."

She was holding the cold milk, feeling depressed and feeling uncomfortable with the blockage in her heart.

Su Qiao turned a blind eye and was about to say something, when the sound of Lu Mingyuan's footsteps came into the restaurant. He was wearing a shirt and trousers, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had a tall figure and handsome lines, which made people's hearts beat.

When Lu Mingyuan was underage, he had a special temperament.

At that time, he had not yet started his own business. He was fostered by his father at a friend's house in the countryside. His neighbors were all natives of England. There were a group of children nearby, but they did not like to play with him - and he could not play with others.

One day, Zhou Qiping's father took his daughter to visit a friend. That was the first time Zhou Qiping met Lu Mingyuan. She was twelve years old and Lu Mingyuan was sixteen. He was tall and handsome and stayed with her for several days like an elder brother.

In the open wilderness, the north wind blows, and the green grass is like waves. There is a horse beside Lu Mingyuan. Its body is dark, its coat is shiny, and its four hoofs are as white as snow.

Zhou Qiping clamored to ride a horse. When the adults were not paying attention, she followed the pedal and climbed onto the horse's back.

Because I thought it was funny, I pulled a bunch of his mane.

The black horse was frightened suddenly and ran wildly carrying her on its back.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, frightened to death, and cold wind rushed into her throat, and she choked on her own saliva. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't, her face was burning and burning.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Mingyuan rode another horse and stopped the black horse at the fork in the road. He rescued Zhou Qiping and carried her down with his own hands, with a cold face and did not speak to her.

Others may think that a twelve-year-old girl doesn’t understand anything. In fact, no, she can already distinguish good from bad. She always remembers that there was someone galloping on horseback for her in the rippling blue grass - he was like rescuing the princess.

The prince was handsome and fearless. When he reached out to her, she no longer had any worries.

Now this person is right in front of her.

But he sat next to Su Qiao.

"You got up so early," Su Qiao said softly, "Are you in a bad mood?"

In front of Zhou Qiping, Su Qiao touched Lu Mingyuan's right hand. Like a naughty cat, she scratched his palm.

Lu Mingyuan immediately took Su Qiao's hand, put it on his leg, and said, "I want to change my work and rest time. I go to bed at 11 o'clock every night and get up at 7 o'clock in the morning. This is healthier."

Su Qiao was slightly surprised and said with a smile: "Why did you suddenly change your gender..."

Lu Mingyuan asked calmly: "Don't you always think that I stay in bed?"

"No," Su Qiao said sincerely, complimenting him in passing, "You have such a good figure and you exercise enough. You don't gain weight by eating or sleeping. What should I dislike?"

After she finished speaking, she touched his leg.

Lu Mingyuan thought of last night. He pressed Su Qiao under him, kissed her, touched her, and held her tightly. But he still felt that something was wrong and needed to express it.

So he seemed like a tyrant and said without any room for argument: "In any case, we will sleep together from now on, and I will take care of your habits. If you have any objections, please tell me as soon as possible."

Oh, it turned out that I was waiting here.

Su Qiao put her chin on her hand and said lightly: "Next time, when you introduce me to others, you have to add a suffix to me..."

Lu Mingyuan asked for advice: "What?"

Su Qiao replied: "Lu Mingyuan's girlfriend."

She looked serious, raised her voice slightly, and emphasized: "It's best to let all your acquaintances know."

Lu Mingyuan sat motionless for a while, because Su Qiao's words were beyond his expectation. He had not yet considered the next step. He held her hand, the palm of his hand was warm and hot, but his attitude was indifferent: "This is not a difficult thing. I

I don’t know many people.”

From a certain perspective, he agreed very readily.

Su Qiao was startled, feeling warm for no reason.

This breakfast was destined to be extraordinary and full of undercurrents.

Lu Chen and Zhou Yang didn't show up until eight o'clock. Zhou Yang had an appointment with a client today and was still on the phone at a nearby restaurant. He was wary of Su Qiao and said ambiguously: "The goods you want have arrived, and they can be delivered today. Is it convenient for you?"

"

He didn't say what kind of goods or when they would be delivered.

Su Qiao still listened with interest.

She and Lu Mingyuan sat together, opposite Lu Chen and Zhou Yang. Zhou Qiping was unhappy, sitting alone in the corner, and when the fork was inserted into the pineapple, it made a "bang" sound.

Lu Chen saw it but didn't point it out.

After the meal, he deliberately bypassed Su Qiao and took his son to the closed study.

The study is located at the far end of the porch. The decoration style is very special, imitating Lu Chen's home in China.

How old Lu Mingyuan stayed in that home, he couldn't remember clearly. But after setting foot in the study, he still felt a sense of familiarity, especially when his father pushed open a wicker chair, Shi Shiran sat down, and pointed his fingers on the walnut desk.

, knocking two or three times silently.

There is a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, which reads - "Without indifference, there is no clear ambition; without tranquility, there is no far-reaching goal." Lu Chen likes this famous saying very much. These two words, "clear ambition" and "reaching far", are also the words he named his son.

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He said: "Mingyuan, there are some things that dad has to tell you."

Lu Mingyuan listened to Su Qiao's last night, and waited for his father's analysis this morning. He was calm and complied: "It just so happens that I also have some words that I am going to talk about. You are the father, so you start first."

He gave Lu Chen the chance to strike first.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "You are the only child in my life. A father and son shouldn't be so polite and unfamiliar when talking to each other."

He was wearing a dark gray suit, sitting on the wicker chair, looking intently and confident, like a loving father.

The morning light penetrated the painted windows and dispersed into five colors. Lu Mingyuan stood aside, and the golden edge was just outlined.

Lu Chen looked at him as if he was seeing himself when he was young.

"Son, daddy wants to tell you that Su Qiao, the most important thing is that she is smart," Lu Chen said straight to the point, trying to be as easy-going as possible, "Don't look at her young age, she should be able to know everything."

Lu Mingyuan carefully considered the meaning of the sentence "I know everything I should know".

He actually asked: "Isn't this good? Are you praising her?"

Lu Chen choked.

He roundaboutly warned his son: "Your uncle Zhou's daughter Zhou Qiping, her thoughts and ideas are much simpler. I hope that after you leave Italy, you can return to England and continue your old life. The muddy water of the Su family,

Don’t touch a drop of it.”

Lu Chen finally got to the point: "Why do I have to go abroad? It's not because it's good abroad, it's because there's something wrong with the Su Group. Mingyuan, you are my only son. I will only tell you these words."

He held the wicker chair with his left hand and spoke slowly and slowly: "The chairman of Su Group passed away in a car accident in January this year..."

Lu Mingyuan interrupted: "I know this. He is Xiao Qiao's grandfather."

Lu Chen noticed that Lu Mingyuan called Su Qiao habitually and affectionately "Xiao Qiao".

He smiled rather helplessly.

"That car accident was not entirely an accident." Lu Chen stood up, opened the drawer, and took out a cigar. "Can you understand what I'm saying? We have exhausted all means and the investigation has yielded no results."

This explosive news is truly shocking.

There was no fire alarm device in the study. Lu Chen lit up his cigar as if there was no one around and said with a smile, "Guess who I suspect?"

The smoke is like a gray-white circle, covering the golden glow of the morning light.

Lu Mingyuan took a step back and stood closer to the window. After a while, he replied: "You can't find any evidence, so you doubt Xiao Qiao's father?"

The cigar's sparks flickered on and off, and it was pushed into the ashtray.

Lu Chen lost his craving for cigarettes. He raised the corners of his lips and said cheerfully: "You are smarter than I thought. Su Qiao will play tricks on you, which will make her parents more troublesome. Her father is too cruel and will definitely implicate her in the future...

…”

"Father's debt must be repaid by his son?" Lu Mingyuan interrupted, "Then the sins I have committed are no less than hers."

These words were like a sharp knife that pierced Lu Chen's heart in just one second.

Lu Mingyuan was as calm as ever, and then asked: "Dad, do you have a will in your hand?"
Chapter completed!