President's Private Spoil Rule

Fu Qingyu did not tell Bai Xiaolong about his dream. Because I heard that dreams are hints of the future. If you don't say it in three days, you will lose the predictability of dreams.

Fu Qingyu didn't say it. In this way, everything in the dream will disappear. The old lady will be fine.

In the early morning, the plane finally landed.

Fu Qingyu carefully handed the glass incubator containing youtan Borra flowers to Qinghe: "please put the flowers in Zuo Shaoqing's study and I'll find him when he comes back."

Qing is a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid it's not very good."

"Why?"

"Because we can't enter my study at will."

"Please give the flowers to Zuo Xiaoyou or Ye Rui first. They know how to do it." Fu Qingyu patted Qing on the shoulder, "please, I must go home first."

What else does Qing want to say? Shi has promised: "help leader Fu first. We must take things back to the castle."

"Thank you."

Fu Qingyu rushed out of the hatch immediately.

Holding youtan Borneo, she dared not run and jump. Therefore, handing it in is the best choice.

Qing looks at Fu Qingyu and hides in the back of the crowd. She has a headache and complains to the time: "why do you promise? I obviously like it from leader Fu himself."

He walked out with flowers in his arms: "don't you see that sect leader Fu is so anxious that he is going to cry. I'm afraid something happened to the Green Eagle. "

Yes, something happened to the Green Eagle.

When Fu Qingyu stood at the front door of the Fu family hung with white cloth, he knew that something bad was going on.

The cold air of deep winter penetrated into every cell of the skin and poured into the body, freezing every blood vessel and cooling every organ of her.

The Fu family has never been lively, but because of the white flag and the closed door, it looks very desolate. A carbon basin was burning at the door near the corner. When the light wind passed, some fine ash floated out.

Fu Qingyu's feet fell like a huge stone, moving hard step by step, pushing open the closed door with all his strength.

In the eye, it is the clean lobby, the eight immortals table and chair in the red shirt forest, and there is a eight treasure snack box on the table as usual.

Although there was no old lady sitting at the table, Fu Qingyu was relieved.

Okay, okay!

Fu Qingyu wiped his eyes and shouted to go to the second floor: "Hey, old lady, today is not Dad's memorial day. What white cloth is hanging. You know, I almost stopped beating just now. I thought you... "

"Miss, miss, you're back. Wow... "Ling'er rushed out of the old lady's room, jumped at Fu Qingyu's feet, hugged her leg and cried loudly.

"Ling er?" Fu Qingyu looked down at the white headscarf wrapped on ling'er's head. His pupils were lax for a while and asked in a trembling voice, "you, dry hemp, wear like this. Where's my mother? "

Ling'er cried bitterly: "old lady, old lady has gone."

Fu Qingyu's brain was buzzing, as if he had been opened by something. His temples were opened. He was dizzy and opened his mouth hard: "where have I, mom, she..."

"Yesterday evening, a group of people suddenly rushed in to rob, and the old lady was shot..."

Fu Qingyu quickly interrupted her: "it's impossible. When I called you yesterday evening, I still went to play cards."

"Yes, madam. Madam told me not to tell Miss. She said, "miss is reckless. If you let Miss know, I don't know what to rush into." Ling Er cried out of breath. "Madam, I left in the middle of the night."

"Where are you going? Where are you going? " Fu Qingyu grabbed ling'er's collar, lifted her from the ground and roared, "where are you going? My mother knows where she can go. I have no father. Where can she go? "

Fu Qingyu threw ling'er aside and flew to the old lady's room.

No, she doesn't.

Her old lady is so healthy, so smart, so cunning. Green Eagle, those crafty old men can't kill her. How could she be killed by the robber.

Impossible, impossible.

On the gold painted big bed, the old lady lay peacefully on the retro big copper bed, covered with a layer of snow-white velvet quilt.

"Isn't this good? Isn't this good?" Fu Qingyu went to the bed, put her hand on the bed and whispered, "old lady, old lady, I'm back..."

Linger stumbled up to her. Her eyes were red and her nose was red and swollen. She said sadly, "Miss, don't do this. Please, don't. The old lady has gone. Take care. "

Fu Qingyu ignored her and pushed the old lady at ease: "old lady, do you hear me? I'm back. It's dangerous for me to go to h country this time. I met Ye Rui out of the wall and almost lost my virginity. But I didn't save it in the end, but it was cost-effective. I finally turned Zuo Shaoqing into my man. Old lady, you can call him son-in-law. He'll marry me. Don't you like him very much... "

Tears fell on the old lady's face and eyelids as if she had cried.

Fu Qingyu grinned: "Why are you crying? You should be happy. I also bought a skirt. In the future, I want to be a beautiful woman... "

Fu Qingyu spoke calmly and kept talking. Do not know tired, do not know thirsty, from the sunrise in the morning to the afternoon, the sun shines into the window.

As if she just kept talking, the old lady would wake up.

Ling'er held her and cried, "Miss, cry out, miss, please, don't do this. Please. "

"Fu Qingyu." White Bruce Lee's voice coldly forced in from the door. What's more, he brought the news, "I know about the old lady. I know it's cruel, but the fact has happened. What we need to do now is to let the old lady collect, catch the murderer and avenge the old lady. "

"Pa!" A crisp slap rang through the room.

At that slap, Fu Qingyu's men didn't leave any strength. Bai Xiaolong's face was beaten to one side by Shengsheng, and five raised red marks instantly appeared on his handsome face.

Fu Qingyu turned slowly and looked coldly at the angry white Bruce Lee in front of her eyes. Her eyes were cold and murderous: "who do you say wants to be collected?! Who's dead is going to get in! "

Bai Xiaolong bah took a mouthful of blood and looked at her without fear: "can't you accept the facts? Or unwilling to accept the facts? The old lady is dead. Maybe, soon, Hong is also dying. If you don't want to cheer up, die with them! "

"What are you talking about?" Fu Qingyu shook his body and asked sternly, "what are you talking about? What did you just say? "

"Hong was killed the same day as the old lady." White Bruce Lee glanced at ling'er. "Didn't she tell you. Now Hong is still in the Royal Hospital, and her life and death are unknown. And you, as the leader of a gang, still have time to escape. Is that your sense of responsibility? "