Lucky to Have You Till the End

In an elegant and stylish cafe.

Sitting next to the window, there was a man wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He looked as gentle and handsome as jade, and his coffee was elegant and charming.

Although Fu Sichen and Lu Zishen had never met before, he had heard of his name, and when he entered the door, he saw Lu Zishen's eye-catching figure.

When Fu Sichen came over, Lu Zishen got up and greeted him politely.

The two shook hands symbolically, and after sitting down, Fu Sichen said straightforwardly, "Lawyer Lu has something to say, I think there is nothing threatening you!"

Lu Zi curled his lower lip slightly, and his face was stained with a smile that seemed as warm and harmless as the spring breeze, but it was deep and unpredictable. He took out a leather bag and handed it to Fu Sichen.

Fu Sichen's face changed abruptly when he saw the photo in the cowhide bag.

With scarlet eyes, he ripped the photo to pieces in anger.

After his emotions erupted to a high point, he punched again on the table.

There was a loud bang, which was very protruding in the quiet cafe.

Many guests around gave them strange glances.

The corners of Lu Zi's deep lips always held a warm smile, while Fu Sichen's expression was extremely gloomy.

"Fu Shao, I still have backups, it's useless if you tear them up." Lu Zishen took the coffee and took a light sip.

The appearance of Lord Qianqian made Fu Sichen ticklish with hatred.

"Lawyer Lu, where did you get these photos?" Fu Sichen asked with scarlet eyes.

Lu Zi Shenxin's long body leaned against the back of the chair. Compared with Fu Sichen's anger, he looked very calm and calm, and that appearance fell in Fu Sichen's eyes, how hateful and hateful!

Slender fingertips tapped on the table lightly, Lu Zi curled his lips deeply and smiled politely, "Fu Shao doesn’t care where I got the photos, I only know that once these photos are made public, Tang Xinyan hates you more , Fu Yao, your younger brother outside, will take your place!"

Fu Sichen's hands on the table were already clenched into fists, and the green veins on the back of his hands bulged, "Your condition!"

"Fu Shao deserves to be a wise man. My conditions are very simple. Don't worry about being free."

If Fu Sichen saw those photos, his face was already very difficult to read, then, when he heard these words, his expression can only be described by the color of the pot.

"Lawyer Lu, is it possible that you are also a minister of Tang Xinyan's skirt? I have to remind you that although she is beautiful, but dirty, it is not worth your effort to restore her freedom!" Fu Sichen gritted his teeth.

Lu Zishen raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Whether it's worth it, don't worry about it! Shao Fu, Jiangshan and Beauty, choose one. If you choose Jiangshan, I promise you that those photos will never be spread!"

Fu Sichen clenched his fist hands, tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, it seemed that making such a choice was more difficult for him than climbing to the sky.

Lu Zi smiled warmly and gently, "Fu Shao, as far as I know, you are already with Tang Yurou. Since you think Tang Xinyan is dirty, what else can you miss?"

There was pain in Fu Sichen's deep brown eyes, his voice was heavy and hoarse, "You will not understand my feelings for her."

Lu Zi snorted deeply and said nothing.

If it is a deeply loved woman, even if it is dirty, he will not dislike it.

If all you care about is a film, such feelings are not worthy of being called love!