Killer baby is too tough

Chapter 21 Rich people are so annoying

With a wave of his hand, Lu Jiarong grabbed the ashtray on the table and threw it at Lin Qianqian.

Along with the cracking sound of the ashtray, there was also the sound of the door being pushed open behind him.

Lin Qianqian was taken aback for a moment, but before she could react, she felt that someone was grabbing her shoulder forcefully, and she turned to one side.The menacing ashtray brushed past her ear and hit something.Then there was the sound of falling to the ground, and after that, the ashtray shattered into several pieces.

Lu Jiarong's complexion became even more ugly.

Someone is behind!

Lin Qianqian reacted almost instantly.

She turned around instinctively, and saw Lu Xiangdong's handsome, but somewhat dusty face.

It's just that on this delicate and perfect face, there is now a bloody wound.

The ashtray thrown by Lu Jiarong just now hit Lu Xiangdong on the forehead.

Dazzling blood slowly flowed down from the top of Lu Xiangdong's head, along his eyebrows, dripped on his eyelashes, rolled down, stuck to the corner of his mouth, and dripped on the ground.

Lin Qianqian looked at his face, the scratched area around the ear was burning with pain, and she couldn't notice it either.Just staring at the wound on Lu Xiangdong's forehead, he felt mixed feelings for a moment, "Master..."

Lu Xiangdong didn't even look at her, nor did he look down at the broken ashtray on the ground, he just stood calmly at the door.With an expressionless face, it seemed that the person who was smashed to the ground was not him at all.

Lu Xiangdong...

Lin Qianqian looked at the figure in front of her with a complicated expression, and pursed her lips tightly.

Lu Xiangdong turned around and said to Lin Qianqian coldly, "Let's go."

"Let's go?" Lin Qianqian was stunned, but then realized that Xiao Suibu stood beside Lu Xiangdong, "Yes, good."

Lu Xiangdong didn't seem to notice her small movements, he turned around and was about to walk outside.

Lu Jiarong threw another book, hitting Lu Xiangdong on the back, "If you dare to step out of this room, I will treat you as a son who never existed!"

Lu Xiangdong paused, turned around, took a deep look at Lu Jiarong, and said sarcastically, "Didn't you stop treating me as your son a long time ago?"

Lu Jiarong's expression froze, he didn't know what to think of, his face turned pale for a while, and turned red for a while, it was like changing faces in Sichuan opera.

His lips trembled several times, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word after a while.

After a long time, he leaned heavily on the chair as if giving up, the anger on his face was covered by a heavier emotion, but Lin Qianqian looked at it for a long time, but didn't understand it.

Lu Jiarong supported his forehead with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "I'm doing it for your own good."

Lu Xiangdong curled up half of his lips and said nothing, only the undisguised sarcasm clearly conveyed his emotions.

He deliberately let Fang Zhen return to Lu Jiarong's side, just to let Lu Jiarong and Lin Qianqian meet.

He wanted to know how Lin Qianqian would cope with Lu Jiarong.

Then, he arrived in time and heard some of their conversations...

Three months.

Lu Xiangdong's face turned gloomy.

What is this woman thinking?
Lin Qianqian had been paying attention to Lu Jiarong's expression, so she didn't see Lu Xiangdong's eyes on her.

But Lu Jiarong saw that Lu Xiangdong didn't listen to his words at all, and just stared at Lin Qianqian. The anger that was already ignited by Lin Qianqian, seemed to be poured with a large bucket of oil, and burned even more vigorously.

He anxiously grabbed a book and wanted to throw it over, but he took it back under Lu Xiangdong's mocking expression.

Gritting his teeth, Lu Jiarong held the book in his hand, squeezed it vigorously, and said in a gloomy voice, "You are my son, and I know better than you what kind of path you need to take. I know, you have something for me Misunderstanding, dissatisfied with my arrangement of everything for you, but I am for your own good, no one knows you better than me, and understands what you need."

Lu Xiangdong didn't speak, but his face became more serious.

The corners of the lips were pursed tightly, as if trying to endure something.

Lin Qianqian was terrified of him like this.

It was like a rubber band that was stretched to the limit, and with a little more force, it snapped, snapped off, and bounced viciously on the pulling hands on both sides, leaving red marks.

Involuntarily, Lin Qianqian retorted, "How do you know that you know him best? Perhaps, many people understand what the young master wants better than you. Not to mention anything else, the young master and I just met, but I believe , I know him better than you."

"Fart!" Lu Jiarong couldn't help swearing. If his hands weren't long enough, he might have already slapped Lin Qianqian in the face. It was enough for Lu Xiangdong to disobey him alone. Now there is another ugly Lin Qianqian. Qianqian, when has Lu Jiarong been so angry.

Lin Qianqian smiled inexplicably, "Then based on what you know about him, do you know what color his underwear is wearing today?"

"..." Lu Jiarong's anger and disdain froze on his face. Like a platter, all kinds of things were fused together, solidified into ice, his face slowly turned red, and then gradually turned black. Finally, he said in a hateful voice, "I I don't know, do you know?"

"Of course." Lin Qianqian said with great certainty and ease, "Black."

Lu Jiarong's neck was flushed with anger.

Lu Xiangdong glanced at Lin Qianqian meaningfully, "You won."

Lin Qianqian tilted her neck proudly.

The book in Lu Jiarong's hand had been ravaged by him so that there was no trace of it. He threw the book away and stared at Lu Xiangdong, "Separate from her, you are still my Lu Jiarong's son."

"You don't need to intervene in my affairs." Lu Xiangdong sneered, "After all these years, can't you change the way you threaten? You are not tired of talking, and I am tired of hearing it."

Lu Jiarong trembled with anger, "Change? Okay, I'll change it. If you insist on your own opinion, I'll kill her."

Lin Qianqian rubbed her ear, "You said this sentence just now, you said it to me."

Lu Jiarong had the urge to force everything on the table, including the table, onto Lin Qianqian's face.

He stood up angrily, rushed to Lin Qianqian with big strides, gasped heavily, stared at her, his heavy breath hit Lin Qianqian's face, Lin Qianqian turned her face back.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Lu Jiarong's fists were clenched.

He uttered three good words in a row, one more depressing and one more angry.

Without looking at him, Lu Xiangdong dragged Lin Qianqian and walked outside.

As soon as he left the room, Lu Xiangdong shook off Lin Qianqian's hand and walked forward alone.

Lin Qianqian was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses and hurriedly chased after her.

The blood spread all the way outside the villa.

Lin Qianqian saw Lu Xiangdong leaning against the car at the intersection outside.Seeing that he could still stand, Lin Qianqian slowed down, patted her face to make her expression less stiff, and then walked over.

Lu Xiangdong was still wearing the white shirt he had in the morning, with the wound on his forehead from being smashed by the ashtray, looking a bit hideous.

The sun shone on him, making his shadow thin and long.

Lin Qianqian's throat choked up inexplicably, she stopped in front of Lu Xiangdong, her brows were slightly frowned, "You have a good relationship with him... No matter how angry you are, he shouldn't really attack you."

"This time it was an accident." Lu Xiangdong said coldly.

"This time?" Lin Qianqian sensitively grasped the deep meaning in Lu Xiangdong's words, she scratched at the hem of his clothes, "Could it be that you...are there any accidents?"

Lu Xiangdong raised his head, the hair on his forehead was wet with blood, sticking sticky to his eyebrows.The blood on the eyelashes on the injured forehead had solidified, and the upper and lower eyelashes stuck together, making Lu Xiangdong unable to open his eyes.

He looked at Lin Qianqian with the other eye, without saying a word.

Lin Qianqian was taken aback by his staring gaze, and couldn't help laughing dryly, "What's the matter, young master?"

"Lin Qianqian." Lu Xiangdong put down his hand covering his forehead, as if he didn't have much strength, put his hand on the car hood, wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word for a while.

Lin Qianqian became more and more flustered. She pretended to be nonchalant and went forward to hold Lu Xiangdong's arm, "You are injured, I will take you to the hospital."

Lu Xiangdong threw her hand away and sat directly in the driver's seat.

Lin Qianqian quickly jumped into the car.

Lu Xiangdong started the car expressionlessly.

Lin Qianqian looked at him with blood on his forehead and his face was open, hesitated for a long time, frowned, and whispered, "Why don't I drive."

Lu Xiangdong slammed on the brakes.

Lin Qianqian, who forgot to fasten her seat belt, jumped up and hit the roof of the car hard.

She covered her head and stared at the culprit with a grin.

But Lu Xiangdong took a step of his thigh, pushed open the car door, and sat directly on the back seat of the car.

Lin Qianqian rubbed the place where she was hurt, climbed into the driver's seat wisely, and was about to turn around to ask which hospital to go to, when Lu Xiangdong quickly reported a series of addresses, "102 Baker Street."

"Is there a hospital there?" Lin Qianqian's eyes widened.

Lu Xiangdong was leaning on the back seat, the lights were not turned on in the car, his face was engulfed by the night, and he couldn't see clearly, only a deep voice came with the usual sarcasm and coldness, "Who told you I'm going to the hospital?"

Lin Qianqian looked at him calmly from the rearview mirror, "Your injury..."

"That's my home." Lu Xiangdong half closed his eyes, and pressed his hand tightly to the bleeding place.

"Oh." Lin Qianqian responded casually, then came back to her senses, turned her head and stared at Lu Xiangdong, "At this time, what to do when you go home, go to the hospital first."

"Lin Qianqian." Lu Xiangdong seemed to open his eyes slightly, "I'm rich."

Lin Qianqian suddenly realized, "So the young master wants to leave the inheritance to me?"

The corner of Lu Xiangdong's mouth twitched, "I mean, I will have a personal doctor."

Lin Qianqian secretly rolled her eyes, "Do you think that a private doctor is so powerful that he can even guess about your injury, and is ready to wait for you at home?"

In the darkness, Lu Xiangdong's voice was slightly raised, "Or do you think Fang Zhen will act like you when I get hurt and do nothing?"

Lin Qianqian silently closed her mouth.

There was a burning pain in her ear, and when the ashtray was thrown towards her, it rubbed against her ear, and I don't know if it was bleeding from the collision.

There is almost an entire city between Lu Xiangdong's home and Lu Jiarong's villa.

It was almost eleven o'clock when Lin Qianqian took Lu Xiangdong back.

The car stopped in front of a bronze carved door.

Lu Xiangdong opened the car door and walked straight inside.

Lin Qianqian was about to keep up, when the door mercilessly closed in front of her.

Lin Qianqian looked at the expressionless security guard, then at Lu Xiangdong who didn't look back, and resigned herself to squatting down at the gate.

Under the dim light, there are two rows of camphor trees covering the sky and the sun in front of it, and behind it is a seven-meter-wide gate, and behind it is a giant fountain.

The starlight and the light were crushed into the water droplets together, Lin Qianqian stared in a daze.

Rich people and stuff are so annoying.

The night in July is a bit chilly.

Lin Qianqian didn't know how long she had waited with her knees hugged, her head resting on the door, drowsy, until the sound of a crisp hard object falling to the ground woke her up.

"Huh?" Lin Qianqian stared blankly at a coin that was still spinning at her feet, but didn't react.

Next to the coin, there is a pair of black leather shoes, and above that, there are straight and slender black trousers.

Lin Qianqian raised her head subconsciously, and finally her eyes fell on a strange and elegant face.

"Your reward." The man smiled.

Lin Qianqian couldn't help but glared at him. Does she look so much like a beggar?

So Lin Qianqian angrily picked up the coin quickly and held it tightly in her hand...

A smile flashed in the man's eyes, and he walked around the gate as if he was looking for something. After a while, his eyes fell on Lin Qianqian again. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Lin Qian shallow?"

"..." Lin Qianqian was sure that she didn't know this person.

"I'm Ling Fengtian, Lu Xiangdong's personal doctor." Ling Fengtian smiled and introduced himself.

Lin Qianqian yawned and ignored him.

Ling Fengtian's eyes hidden behind the glasses flickered silently, "Lao Lu told you to go in."

"Oh." Lin Qianqian replied reluctantly, and lowered her head to draw something on the ground with a coin.

Ling Fengtian pushed his glasses, "Aren't you curious why I recognized you as Lin Qianqian?"

Lin Qianqian didn't raise her head, "Not interested."

Ling Fengtian continued on his own, "Lao Lu asked me to find someone at the door with a thin face and disheveled hair, who is so ugly that he has no friends."

Lin Qianqian almost threw the coin in her hand over.

I've said that I'm not interested anymore, so why don't you just say it!

Ling Fengtian met Shanglin Qianqian's eyes that were about to spit fire, raised his hand to look at the time, as if suddenly remembered something, and whispered, "By the way, he asked you to arrive within a minute. It seems quite a while now, and if you hadn't arrived—"

Ling Fengtian's words stopped abruptly, only a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and Lin Qianqian had already disappeared.

Pushing back the glasses that were about to fall off, Ling Fengtian turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped, leaned over and looked towards the place where Lin Qianqian was squatting just now under the moonlight.

On the ground, a pattern drawn with coins looms——

An ugly and fat bald man, with an arrow pointing at his side, wrote two words: "Ling Fengtian."

Ling Fengtian thought for a while, erased his name, imitated Lin Qianqian's handwriting, and replaced it with Lu Xiangdong's name, then took a photo and sent it to Lu Xiangdong, and then left contentedly.

Only one room in the entire villa was lit.

Lin Qianqian found Lu Xiangdong without any effort.

With his back facing Lin Qianqian, he was half leaning on the sofa. The cold white moonlight fell on him, making him even more indifferent and even unapproachable.

The colder night wind blows his short black hair to and fro, making him more rebellious and rebellious.

Hearing footsteps, Lu Xiangdong said without looking back, "You're late."

Lin Qianqian slowly moved over while rubbing her numb legs, and replied innocently, "I'm lost."

Lu Xiangdong lowered his eyes, wondering if he believed Lin Qianqian's words.

(End of this chapter)