Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

"You let go of me." Lu tingwan reacted violently and shook his hands to get rid of Lu Junce's grip.

"Late, late."

Sheng Qing looked forward and hurried forward with a crutch.

Jiang prison held out a hand and easily helped the anxious Sheng Qingyuan, but his steps didn't drive him.

Lu Yanxiu, who was struggling, saw a scene on the stage. He took back his arm and rushed to the two on the stage with a murderous spirit.

Lu listens to the night and tries hard. He finally breaks free of Lu Junce's hand. After pushing him away, he runs down the stage with his skirt and runs to Lu Yanxiu.

"Lu Yanxiu."

Lu Yanxiu reached out and caught Lu tingwan who ran to him.

"What's the matter with you? How are you? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Where are you hurt?"

Lu tingwan held his pale face in his hands, looked at his weak appearance, and kept asking him worried.

"Where are you hurt? Did they hit you? Where did they catch you? Why are you so pale?"

Her anxious eyes kept looking for the injury on him, trying to see where he was hurt.

Lu Junce always said that he was in danger at any time. Lu tingwan didn't dare to think about how he came over these three days.

"I'm fine." Lu Yanxiu answered her.

Lu didn't believe it until late. He's fine like this.

"It's really all right." Lu Yanxiu wiped her tears.

Lu Yanxiu was more and more regretful when he looked at his haggard face. He turned to Jiang prison. His eyes were murderous and cold. At the moment, he had the heart to draw a gun and give him a bullet.

Seeing Lu Yanxiu's view of himself, Jiang prison raised his mouth and smiled fearlessly. He didn't know what it meant.

Lu Yanxiu remembered him in his heart with a flat smile.

This account will be settled with him sooner or later.

Lu Junce on the stage clenched his fists and looked at Lu tingwan, who was crying with joy.

"Night..." old man Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to call Lu tingwan, but he didn't dare. He raised his hand, wanted to pat her arm, and took it back. He had better only dare to gently call her: "... Night."

Lu tingwan, who was immersed in joy, heard him call himself, stopped his voice and turned to look at him.

Seeing that she looked at herself, Sheng Qingyuan was nervous and looking forward to it. He restrained his excitement, smiled and called her again: "... Late."

"Sobbing..." Lu tingwan looked at the old man's familiar and friendly face, lost control of his mood, cried and let go. Lu Yanxiu turned to hold Sheng Qingyuan all at once.

"Grandpa, it's really you. It's really you who's back."

Up to now, Lu tingwan still can't believe it. Although she has always cherished hope, the despair in her heart is greater than hope. To be exact, she has been unwilling to give up.

Although she has never given up, she has long dared not expect him to really come back.

"It's grandpa, it's grandpa back." Sheng Qingyuan wet his eyes, raised his hand and gently patted him on the back.

"Sobbing... Grandpa, I miss you so much every night. I think about you every day..."

"Grandpa misses you too, every day."

"Where have you been? I can't find you. I thought you wouldn't come back. I thought you wouldn't be late. Sobbing... I'm so afraid you won't come back..."

"Grandpa doesn't want to be late. Grandpa likes to be late. It's grandpa's bad. It's grandpa's bad." Sheng Qingyuan blamed himself.