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Lu Mingyuan has heard about this battle for wealthy families.

In February this year, he received an email from his father, who said he would put aside his domestic affairs and come to Europe to relax.

He realized that his father wanted to remove himself from business disputes.

A middle-aged man who had been struggling in Vanity Fair for thirty years finally put his weight on his blood relationship. He did not hint at how his son could help him, and Lu Mingyuan did not take the initiative to ask.

Su Qiao thought she had spotted the right opportunity.

She continued: "My teacher is your father's personal lawyer. He has worked for him for thirty years and regards him as a friend."

Lu Mingyuan took off his coat and put it on the hanger: "Paying friend?"

"That's okay," Su Qiao took a step back and said politely, "No matter what, they have been friends for thirty years."

Lu Mingyuan said: "You and I have been friends for a day."

He carried a bath towel and walked into the bathroom. The "click" sound of the locked door seemed particularly clear. The shower head was opened and the steam spread wantonly. He stood in a mist, thinking about being in the same room with Su Qiao.

He became more irritable.

The fogged mirror reflected his figure, whether it was the front or the side, it could withstand harsh consideration. Unfortunately, no one appreciated this scene, not even Su Qiao, who was in the bedroom, had any charming thoughts.

She was just like a dutiful guest, sitting in the assigned room, looking down at her email.

The wind and rain outside the window are like water curtains, one after another, washing away the single-layer glass. The hustle and bustle of the day disappears in the double baptism of rain and night. The flower pot forgotten on the windowsill is like an isolated island in the waves, with fertile soil.

, but it is full of weeds and will never bloom with pansies or nasturtiums.

God does not go as planned.

The emails received showed that even if Su Qiao went to England, her efforts might be in vain.

She sent a message to her secretary: "If I find nothing within a week, I will return to China."

The secretary was online 24 hours a day and quickly agreed: "Okay, I will follow up with the technical team."

No matter how much they rely on the technical team, they cannot change their situation.

Neither Su Qiao nor the secretary could point out this truth.

Su Qiao is still struggling hard to reply to today's email as quickly as possible. She feels sorry for herself for fighting alone, and she is unable to win over capable people. But her advantage is that as long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will persevere to the end.

By the time she finished her work, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

There were footsteps outside the door, and Lu Mingyuan wasn't sleeping either. He walked around like a wandering night watchman, and then he finally stopped, but there was a loud chopping sound.

The blade struck a hard object, making a loud "thud, thud" sound.

It's rhythmic and frightening.

A reclusive young male painter with few hobbies wielded a knife in the early hours of the morning and chopped something viciously. On the way back, Su Qiao finally understood his vicious attitude towards drunkards and his habit of swearing when he disagreed.

, Lu Mingyuan is a person who looks calm on the surface, like an iceberg, but in fact has a bad temper, is flammable and explosive.

She opened the door and went straight to the source of the sound.

Lu Mingyuan was in the kitchen, with his back to her and a kitchen knife in his right hand.

Su Qiao stuffed the small self-defense electric baton into his pocket and asked him warmly and earnestly: "Hey, it's so late, what are you doing?"

"Make chicken." Lu Mingyuan replied.

"Make a chicken?" Su Qiao laughed.

Lu Mingyuan heard her ambiguity. He stood the kitchen knife on the wooden board and picked up the whole chicken packaging box commonly seen in British Tesco supermarkets: "I want to make chicken soup. Is it illegal, lawyer?"

Lawyer Su’s smile never diminished.

She said: "You can eat if you want."

The lights in the kitchen were dim, and Su Qiao suddenly approached. Perhaps because she had just taken a shower, the aroma of her body wash covered up the fishy smell of chicken. Her long, semi-dry and semi-wet hair was draped on her back, reminiscent of the lake.

Water monster.

She changed into a nightgown.

The hem of the skirt just covers her knees, and her long legs are as white as jade.

Lu Mingyuan glanced at it, but what he was thinking was - she had brought her pajamas, and she was indeed prepared.

He raised the knife and continued to chop the chicken into pieces, like a taciturn woodcutter, chopping wood and collecting fuel in the mountains. After quickly processing the entire chicken, he threw all the ingredients into the pot, added water, salt, pressed the switch, and walked away.

Never mind.

Su Qiao said beside him: "When you finish simmering this pot of soup, can you share a bowl with me?"

She softened her tone and said casually, "I just want one bowl."

Lu Mingyuan wiped his hands with a towel and answered the question: "The light is still on in your room, what time do you go to bed?"

Su Qiao thought for a moment and said truthfully: "It's two o'clock in the morning."

Lu Mingyuan hung the towel around his neck and said, "Come and watch the heat, I'll go to sleep first."

Su Qiao was stunned when she heard this.

She watched Lu Mingyuan leave, with a long and straight back. His back muscles must be well-proportioned and tight, with wide shoulders, narrow waist, and slender legs, so even if he was wearing an ordinary T-shirt, he could still attract Su Qiao's attention.

She felt a little funny in her heart and thought Lu Mingyuan was very interesting.

Early the next morning, the sky was bright.

The rain last night didn't stop, and in the morning, the rain brought mist, and the houses in the streets and alleys were immersed in the mist. Looking into the distance, you can still see the towering church spire and the cross standing on the top.

Thrushes are perched on the branches and singing, and there is a green shade under the walnut trees.

Lin Hao held his dog in one hand and walked through the mottled tree shadows. He vaguely heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw Su Qiao walking towards him holding an umbrella.

Lin Hao stood up straight and greeted her: "Hey, good morning."

He was one meter away from Su Qiao and his attitude was very polite. However, his dog was uncharacteristically wagging its tail and jumped forward, almost touching Su Qiao with its paws.

Lin Hao used his hands hard to pull the dog back, patted its head, and educated him: "What happened? Sit down."

The dog lay down obediently, its tail still wagging vigorously.

"My family also likes to keep dogs," Su Qiao said suddenly, "especially large dogs."

There is a special kennel in her garden, equipped with experienced dog trainers. Of course, she will not tell these details.

Lin Hao smiled and said: "My dog ​​is very timid and doesn't pay much attention to strangers. Today it has changed its gender..."

Su Qiao heard what he meant.

She immediately introduced herself: "Hello Mr. Lin, I am Lu Mingyuan's personal lawyer. I work at Jincheng Firm and have communicated with you via email. You should remember me, right?"

Lin Hao tightened his grip on the dog leash, put his hands into his pockets, and said smoothly: "Remember, you are helping Lu Mingyuan's father, right?"

Before Su Qiao could answer, Lin Hao joked: "Last night, I saw you and Lu Mingyuan going home. I was quite surprised. He never brings girls home. I don't know why he brought you."

Why?

In fact, Su Qiao was not sure either.

She smiled and joked: "Maybe Lu Mingyuan can see that I am a stalker. Even if he doesn't take me, I will follow him and guard at the door of his house."

After telling this joke, Su Qiao added: "The contract is very important, and I must talk to him face to face. Lu Mingyuan believes in our firm, and we cannot let him down."

Lin Hao nodded and asked her casually: "You didn't talk to him about business this morning?"

Su Qiao sighed: "He got up very early and then went out."

Moreover, she didn't know where he went.

It was still dark at that time, and Su Qiao heard the sound of a door closing. She quickly got up from the bed, opened a corner of the curtain, and found that Lu Mingyuan had walked out of the yard.

It was drizzling outside the window and dark clouds covered the sky, but Lu Mingyuan did not hold an umbrella. He only wore a waterproof jacket and a black peaked cap, with the brim of the hat pressed low.

Su Qiao didn't understand his behavior, but Lin Hao understood it: "Hey, Lu Mingyuan is actually very lazy. He usually gets up at noon. If he gets up early, it means he is in a bad mood."

——If he gets up early, it means he is in a bad mood.

Su Qiao remembered this sentence firmly.

After parting ways with Lin Hao, she went to the hotel and got her suitcase. By the time she dragged the suitcase back to Lu Mingyuan's home, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. It was not that she wasted time intentionally, but because Lu Mingyuan's home

Too biased.

Coincidentally, there were guests at his house today.

When the door was ajar, faint voices of conversation could be heard.

The aroma of hot coffee wafted in the living room, and the teacup made a slight noise when it hit the glass tray. The man holding the cup sat on the sofa and said seductively: "Kevin, this is an opportunity you can't miss. Didn't you always want to do it in London?"

Art exhibition?”

He took a sip of coffee, turned his eyes, and happened to meet Su Qiao.
Chapter completed!