Busy CEO: Playboy at Midnight

Lu qian nodded, "Then I'll go back first." After saying that, he turned around and left the ceo's office, closing the door politely.

What happened to this woman? Fu liangchuan frowned slightly as he sat in the ceo's seat.

Great, she had to go find nie rong and mo xiaodie to find out why she treated fu liangchuan like this. Last time, nie rong had said that if fu liangchuan's poison had not been cured, it would be very dangerous within a month. Although half of it had been cured, as long as the rest of the time was enough, it would still take a person's life.

Thinking of this, lu qian's heart tightened again. She went back to her office to pack up and left.

Fu liangchuan watched lu qian walk past the window and picked up his phone to call maggie, "Maggie, lu qian went to the hospital to see a doctor. She stared at which department she was in and finally reported her medical records to me."

After hanging up the phone, fu liangchuan let out a sigh. In the past, she had not taken good care of lu qian enough. At least, she had not accompanied her to the hospital a few times.

Lu qian left the company and called nie rong directly to ask where he was.

Nie rong hesitated, "What do you want from me? If it's to get fu liangchuan an antidote, then there's no need to talk about it." His tone was firm and full of helplessness and regret.

"Nie rong, you didn't even see me. How can you be so sure what I'm going to do? Also, where's mo xiaodie? I want to talk to her."

"She's not in good health. If there's anything else, don't look for her. Just look for me." Nie rong went straight back to lu qian. He understood little butterfly's hatred towards the fu family. If little butterfly were to meet lu qian, what happened back then would probably be revealed. At that time, he really could not imagine how lu qian would react.

"There's nothing wrong with her body and her brain. I just want to talk to her, but I can't agree to such a simple request? Fu liangchuan has already fallen into this situation. What else can I do?" Lu qian's words were sincere, as if she was pleading.

Nie rong hesitated and replied, "I can't decide this matter. I still have to discuss it with little butterfly."

"Alright, nie rong. I hope you'd better agree. You're a smart person." After lu qian finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Nie rong looked at the phone that was hung up and was stunned. He didn't know what to say. What did lu qian mean by that?

Lu qian was stubborn and dared to do it, but nie rong still knew about it. This time, he felt a little uneasy. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to let mo xiaodie meet lu qian. But in his presence.

Two hours later, lu qian couldn't wait to call nie rong again, "How is it?"

"Alright, let's find a quiet place to talk to little butterfly."

"Then let's warm up the coffee shop." Lu qian thought about it for a while. That place was a little remote, and there weren't many people there, but it was very quiet. He and fu liangchuan had been there a few times, and the environment was not bad.

"Alright, I'll see you in half an hour." Nie rong hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Warm coffee shop

Twenty minutes later, lu qian arrived in her car and chose a quiet place to sit down, waiting for the two of them to arrive.

The waiter walked up and looked at her politely, "May I ask what you would like to drink, miss?"

"Coffee, three cups of coffee, two sugared ones, one cup of nothing. The one that won't let anything go first, then bring the two cups up."

The waiter immediately understood that lu qian was waiting for her friend and nodded slightly, "Miss, wait a moment." He walked down.

Lu qian looked at the cup of coffee in front of her and her heart raced. This was the only way she could see. She quickly took a pill from her bag and placed it in the coffee. When she looked up, nie rong and mo xiaodie had already entered the door.

She took a deep breath. Just as the waiter came up with the other two cups of coffee, the waiter placed another cup of coffee at the table where the two of them came. It looked like three cups of coffee were placed together.

Lu qian glanced at the butterfly and then looked at nie rong, "This is miss butterfly. Have a seat." After saying that, he deliberately took out his bag and let go of his seat.

Mo xiaodie did not hold back as she sat in lu qian's seat. Lu qian's eyes quickly glanced at the cup of coffee in front of her.

"You can sit too." Nie rong looked at lu qian and soon the three of them sat down and looked at each other.

Mo xiaodie stretched out her slender fingers and gently picked up the spoon on the coffee plate. She stirred the coffee gently, then glanced at lu qian, "You didn't just ask me to come out today because you wanted me and coffee, did you?"

"Yes, miss lu. Little butterfly is straightforward. If you have anything to say, just say it." Nie rong and lu qian were close after all, and their tone was much better than little butterfly's.

Lu qian smiled, "I came out today to find out what you did to fu liangchuan. What right do you have?"

Why did those three words seem to have triggered the little butterfly? Her fingers that stirred the coffee stopped, and she looked up at lu qian, her eyes filled with grief, "Why? It is paid by blood." Those four words sounded very convincing.

Lu qian could not remember what kind of debt fu liangchuan had with them.

"What blood debt? You want to pay with your life?" Lu qian looked at little butterfly and asked word by word, her tone full of rejection and disapproval.

Looking at lu qian's appearance, mo xiaodie tried her best to calm herself down, "Of course it's human life that needs to be paid with one's life. Two lives are only worth one, don't you think it's unfair?"

Lu qian looked at mo xiaodie and her guess was confirmed.

"Two lives?" Lu qian still looked at mo xiaodie in surprise. She felt that this matter was not that simple.

Mo xiaodie sighed deeply and laughed coldly. "My parents'lives, two lives."

"Why? I don't believe that fu liangchuan took your parents'lives for nothing. Even a murderer would have a reason to kill someone, right?" Lu qian looked at mo xiaodie and took a sip of her coffee, "The taste is not bad. You're indeed a famous barista."

Little butterfly smiled coldly and rubbed her fingers against the coffee cup, "You're right. Of course there's a reason. I'm going to ask fu qingcheng." After that, he took a sip of his coffee.

Lu qian heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that she had drunk her coffee, "Uncle fu? Does that have anything to do with fu liangchuan or uncle fu?"