Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

As early as 13 years ago, the Sheng family fell and grandpa disappeared. The surname Sheng was no longer here.

Thinking that he could only stand outside the door now, that she was probably the only one left in the Sheng family, and that the door might never be opened to her again, Lu tingwan's tears could not be controlled.

"Grandpa..."

Lu tingwan, who was stopped outside the door, didn't know where to go. She was confused, helpless and afraid, like the cold wind in winter.

"Master, someone."

The car slowed down.

Hearing the speech, the young man in the back seat opened his eyes lazily and looked at the red figure standing outside the gate not far away. At a glance, he recognized that it was the young baby potato just at the airport.

What is this man doing here?

"Stop."

Out of vigilance, the young man stopped the car.

The driver pressed the brake and the car behind him stopped.

I don't know how long later, Lu tingwan sucked his red nose, then leaned the suitcase against the door, fell to the ground, and then sat down slowly.

The young man who had been waiting impatiently and wanted his men to go down to see the situation was slightly stunned when he saw Lu tingwan turn his face.

Lazy eyes slowly gathered on Lu tingwan's face.

The young man immediately took out his mobile phone, turned out a photo from the album and compared it with Lu tingwan.

It's her!

Sheng listens late.

Why is she back? Isn't she in Beicheng? Did you come back for the Chinese new year?

The young man didn't expect that he just came to Nancheng and happened to meet Sheng tingwan.

The young man turned on the camera, took a picture of Lu tingwan sitting at the gate, and then opened the mailbox.

After sending the photo, the young man enlarged the photo, looked at it for two eyes, and then looked back at the small group sitting at the gate.

Shortly after the photo was sent, the mobile phone rang. The young man looked at the caller ID and then picked it up.

Lu tingwan sat on the suitcase, breathing in his hands and thinking about things.

The high-level internal struggle of Sheng group, the value of Sheng family's private house is more than 100 million, plus those valuable antiques and paintings hidden by grandpa, I'm afraid they have long been scraped away?

It might have been emptied long ago.

Even if not, the Sheng family has disappeared. I'm afraid the right to use here belongs to the state.

Look, the paint on the gate hasn't fallen off. It shouldn't be left unattended.

With her present ability, she can't do anything at all.

Seeing Lu tingwan's delay in leaving, the driver carefully asked the man what he meant: "master, do you want me to go down and have a look?"

"Don't disturb her."

"Yes."

More than ten minutes passed.

"Master, why don't you go through the back door?" the driver suggested.

The man knocked on the fingertips along the window and stopped. He looked at the driver impatiently.

The driver was shocked and didn't dare to give it again.

The man looked back to Lu listening late.

As time went by, Lu tingwan couldn't stand the cold, but he didn't give up leaving.

Her stomach growled. Lu heard that she was hungry and cold at night, and her back hurt. She had no choice but to leave first and find a hotel to stay, otherwise it would be more inconvenient to wait until dark.

Lu tingwan held the gate, slowly stood up like an old lady with difficulty in moving, then squatted down carefully and lifted the suitcase.

The man just looked at her quietly.

Lu tingwan's injury is known all over the Internet.