The husband of the richest man who is beautiful and miserable is a love brain

For two consecutive days, Xu Xiang was absent-minded. The commercial shooting in the afternoon had just ended. In the car, the assistant looked at the phone and talked to Xu Xiang about the procedures and precautions for bringing goods to Li Jiajia’s live broadcast room at night.
"Stop." Xu Xiang's head was in a daze, and he didn't hear a word.

The driver parked the car on the side of the road, and Xu Xiang opened the door and got off the car on his own before talking to his assistant:
"You guys go first, I have something to do, I will go to Zhuangzhou by myself later, right? I will try not to be late, and I will contact you if I have something to do."

Before the assistant could reply, Xu Xiang had already closed the car door.

While looking at her mobile phone, she walked forward aimlessly——

what happened?

How come Shiratori lost the letter and couldn't get in touch these two days?

Xu Xiang made a phone call and went out——

the other side.

The second floor of Ansui Villa.

Lu Yanchen looked at the mobile phone brought by the bodyguard. The call note on it was: Xiangyang Hanako.

He took the mobile phone to the half-beaten Shiatiao Xinshu: "What should be said, what should not be said, understand?"

Shiratori Xinshu looked at him with half blood-stained eyes, without making a sound.

After Lu Yanchen pressed the answer button, he turned on the speakerphone——

The moment it was connected, Shiratori Xinshu suddenly struggled out of control, and at the same time shouted at the phone:
"Hanako, escape げます——"

In the next second, Shiratori was subdued quickly, and after he was pressed to the ground, the gun barrel hit him hard on the temple, his eyelids were heavy, and he completely lost consciousness.

Lu Yanchen put the phone, which was still on the clock, to his ear: "What's your relationship with him?"

As soon as the words came out, the phone was hung up instantly.

Lu Yanchen frowned slightly, and looked at the screen that was hung up and returned to the call record interface.

What's interesting is that the phone call just now seemed to have been set up, and there was no visit record left on the phone.

Lu Yanchen took his mobile phone and went to the storage room next door.

In a pile of food and drink, there are two spliced ​​desks with three desktop computers and a laptop computer on them.

A simple folding bed was placed against the wall, only sixty centimeters wide, and it was either lying sideways or lying flat.

He Feng was covered with a suede blanket and was sleeping soundly.

Lu Yanchen stood for a while, then threw the phone on He Feng.

Hefeng was awakened——

Lu Yanchen ordered: "Unlock all the information in this phone."

He didn't get any useful information from Shiratori Xinshu's mouth.

But that person named Hinako, who made Shinki Shiratori react so nervously, might be a breakthrough.

Hefeng:.
Although he was exhausted, he was still obedient, got up from the crib with his mobile phone, and continued to sit in front of the computer——

the other side.

Xu Xiang who hung up the phone was stunned in place, unable to recover for a long time.

Even though the person was speaking in Tan language just now, his voice seemed to be that of Lu Yanchen?

Could it be that the white bird was caught by Lu Yanchen?
after an hour.

Xu wanted to go back to the villa, and when he found Lu Yanchen, he was in the study——

Seeing Xu Xiang who suddenly appeared at the door and panting, Lu Yanchen asked a little unexpectedly:
"Why did you come back so early today?"

"Come back and see if you have done anything bad behind my back!"

Xu Xiang pulled a smile on her tense face, even though she didn't know how stiff her smile was.

Lu Yanchen asked indifferently: "What bad things can I do?"

He is a dying patient.

Xu Xiang walked to Lu Yanchen's side, and when she saw an incomprehensible page on his computer such as stocks and securities, she looked away.

Immediately afterwards, she naturally sat on Lu Yanchen's lap and hooked his neck: "There are so many bad things you can do."

Lu Yanchen held her waist with one hand, "Tell me."

Xu Xiang raised his eyebrows, and there was some ambiguity at the end of his eyes: "For example, if I'm bored at home alone, I just want to chat with someone, find something to have fun with or something?"

Lu Yanchen slightly rolled his lips: "A sick body who takes medicine every day doesn't have so much energy."

Xu Xiang turned his head and glanced at the desktop computer: "Aren't you very thoughtful and energetic?"

Would a dying person still think about making money?
Lu Yanchen: "Well, after I die, these are all for you."

Xu wanted to keep silent.

She couldn't help thinking that after the original owner cut his wrists and was rescued, the original owner was desperate again and again, clamoring for Lu Yanchen to die
Lu Yanchen knelt on one knee beside the bed, coaxing gently, saying that if she died, he would not live alone.

If he died, he would never let her live.

The lunatic wants to take the things he loves to the grave with him.

But now, not to mention the sudden change in Lu Yanchen's daily mood and behavior, he is actually willing to keep her and die by himself?

Isn't he afraid that she will be possessed by another man?

Xu Xiang remained silent for a long time, and asked Lu Yanchen to ask:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Did she already fantasize that after his death, not to mention being completely free, could she still get a large amount of his inheritance?
Xu Xiang frowned slightly, feeling a little disappointed: "I just suddenly realized that I don't seem to know you anymore."

She even strongly doubted whether Lu Yanchen's body was also occupied by someone else's consciousness?

Lu Yanchen lowered his head and moved closer.

It was so close that his nose almost touched Xu Xiang.

Both of them were almost holding their breath.

At such a close distance, there is no ambiguity between men and women.

He opened his thin lips lightly, and after opening and closing, his voice was low: "When did you know me?"

A counterfeit, how can you say you know him?

Xu Xiang's pupils instantly dilated a little.

The rhythm of breathing was messed up.

Almost instinctively, without even thinking about it, she suddenly got up and got off Lu Yanchen's lap, keeping a distance from him.