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Chapter 342 Luo Shuishui, We Meet Again (3)

She leaned on the window and looked out.

Gu Ze had already climbed to the second floor, stretched his body, and jumped to the ground.

"What are you looking at?"

Cai Na did not know when, but appeared behind her.

Luo Xiaoxiao pulled the curtains shut.

"It's nothing." She took the water glass, her heart still beating fast.

He is crazy.
Gu Ze returned to the car, feeling cold all over.

Sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

Lin Hui was surprised when he saw it: "Master, your coat"

"threw."

"threw?"

Gu Ze turned his head, looked at Luo's small room, reached out, touched his lips, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Lin Hui saw his expression in the rear car mirror, and for some reason remembered a sentence: Xiaobie is better than a newlywed.

No wonder the young master agreed to Ji Feng's proposal so easily.

About to start the car.

Lin Hui's cell phone rang suddenly.

After asking Gu Ze for instructions, he connected.

His face changed instantly.

After hanging up the phone, he was silent for a while, then turned his head, and said in a slightly lower voice, "Master, Uncle Long is here."

The old man was sitting on the sofa, wearing a black Tang suit, with a serious face.

He is about sixty years old, but his eyes are hale and hearty.

This old man, known as Uncle Long, has served the family all his life and is a capable general of the Gu family.

Nature is extraordinary.

The butler stood aside with his head bowed, with a respectful expression on his face.

Outside the door, dozens of men in black stood neatly.

Gu Ze's car slowly drove into the old house.

The door opened and Gu Ze got out of the car.

When he reached the door, he paused for a moment, scanned the faces of dozens of men in black before walking into the villa.

"Master." The butler rushed over to greet him, and said respectfully, "Master, someone from my family is here."

Gu Ze nodded, he had already seen it.

When the old man saw him coming back, the corners of his lips were still pursed straight, he stood up, and said coldly, "Third Young Master."

Gu Ze glanced at him, the corners of his lips condensed: "What wind brought Uncle Long here?"

The old man noticed Gu Ze's hostility towards him, but he didn't care about it: "Come out to do business, and come over to see the third young master."

"finish watching?"

The old man nodded.

Gu Ze waved his hand: "Seeing off the guests." Then he went straight upstairs.

The old man's voice came from behind.

"Third Young Master, my family invites you to go back."

Gu Ze kept walking.

The old man seemed to be used to his attitude, and continued: "Tonight."

Gu Ze stopped slightly.

The next second, there was a sudden sound of fighting outside the door.

The sound of physical combat hit the eardrums, the servant's screams, and the man's muffled roar intertwined.

The old man looked calm, as if those voices did not exist: "Master, please."

Gu Ze's eyes were cold.

boom--

The door was pushed open.

Lin Hui was pressed into the room by someone kneading his hands.

His face was bruised and purple, and his left leg was a little crooked. When he walked up to the old man, he was kicked hard and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Master, ahem, I'm sorry."

Although they had been prepared for a long time, the opponent was different from them. They were all special soldiers who had been retired from the army and had undergone the devilish training of their own family. It could be said that they were one in a million.

Gu Ze slightly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with peace.

"Give me a day."

"Third Young Master, what I mean is not you, I can change it, please."

Gu Ze slowly clenched his fists, his eyes were filled with shock, anger, puzzlement and ruthless emotions, mixed together, and mixed together into a mad storm, bursting out like a destructive one.

The old man slowly raised the gun and put it on top of Lin Hui's head.

Lin Hui lowered his head and refused to make a sound.

"The plane is already waiting, Third Young Master, please."

(End of this chapter)