After lunch, Chu Yun cleaned the dishes, packed his luggage, took out the hat and put it on Su Mingyu's head.

"After saying that, it's an internet celebrity. The awareness of anti-scandid filming needs to be strengthened." Chu Yun smiled, held up his suitcase and opened the door.

The journey was calm and arrived at the crew safely.

Chu Yun brought his luggage into the hotel, poured himself a glass of water and drank it. He wiped his mouth and said, "You can rest for a while before the shooting started."

Su Mingyue stood aside with a strange look in her eyes.

She stepped forward lightly, grabbed Chu Yun's arm, and let him sit on the soft bed: "You need it more."

"I'm not tired." Chu Yun shook his head.

"Don't talk." Su Mingyue walked around her body and stood beside Chu Yun. Her slender and soft fingers gently stroked Chu Yun's temple. "Don't think of anything, close her eyes and rest."

Chu Yun had no choice but to close his eyes.

Su Mingyue's technique is not skillful, but it is very gentle. The warmth transmitted between her fingers makes his brain very relaxed. The fatigue on his body is also wiped out.

After about ten minutes of touching, Chu Yun slowly opened his eyes.

He wanted to take the opportunity to grab Su Mingyue's hand and let her stop.

But before he could do it, Su Mingyue let go of her massage hands, pursed her lips and said, "Do you want me to give it to you?"

"No." Chu Yun shook his head.

He was a little embarrassed when the conspiracy was discovered.

"I want to give it to you."

Su Mingyue put on a hat and accompanied Chu Yun to leave the hotel.

Watching Chu Yun drive away, Su Mingyue’s expression was light, but her red lips opened slightly: “I will pay it slowly if I owe you. If I can’t pay it for a year, I will pay it for ten years. If I can’t pay it for ten years, I will pay it for the rest of my life.”

...

"Last night, 308 killers were dispatched across the city. With the information we have, they are almost dead."

In the sedan, the middle-aged man in the passenger seat reported in detail: "The only few people left escaped from Mingzhu and cannot be contacted for the time being. I analyzed that they have become hunters and prey, and it will not take long to evaporate the world."

Lu Yueting, sitting in the back row, looked indifferent, as if he was listening to the most common work report. There was no strange color between his eyebrows, and he was as calm as if he was a bystander.

"Where are them?" Lu Yueting pursed his lips.

"All missing. No one can be contacted." The middle-aged man frowned. "Even Luo Feng disappeared out of thin air. It should be a lot of danger."

Pick.

Lu Yueting lit a cigarette and glanced out the window. A cold look flashed across his face as firm as a rock: "Call all the black flame dead soldiers to arrive at Mingzhu tonight and start the beheading plan."

The middle-aged man was not surprised.

Things have developed to this point, and if the dead soldiers are not summoned, they will be completely out of control.

"Including the black flame dead soldiers from abroad?" the middle-aged man hesitated.

"I said it." Lu Yueting said in a deep voice. "It's everyone!"

A huge murderous aura lingered in the carriage. The middle-aged man felt severely injured in his heart and was frightened and sweated coldly on his back.

Dingding.

A harsh ringtone rang.

The middle-aged man immediately contacted, afraid of disturbing the angry boss.

"Hey. What's the matter?"

The man asked, but after he heard the urgent explanation from the other side of the phone, his face changed and his pupils shrank violently.

Soon, he hung up the phone and sweated down.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yueting felt a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"Young Master," the man's throat was dry, and he didn't even have the courage to report.

"Say." Lu Yueting frowned.

"Someone sneaked into the hospital and cut off the young master's five fingers..." The man's voice deformed and almost twisted.

boom!

A murderous aura that seemed to be real suddenly exploded!

It was as if a towering mountain fell from the sky, making the middle-aged man almost suffocate.

Even the driver with great strength suddenly changed his face, his hands and feet became numb, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Chu Yun, I want to crush you to ashes!"

...

The architectural style of Lu Gongguan is fashionable and full of technological elements.

But the area of ​​the area cannot be compared with Ye Gongguan.

At this moment, a young man in a well-inspired suit rang the doorbell, holding a gift box in his hand, smiling.

"Who are you looking for?" the housekeeper asked with a depressed expression. He must have been implicated by Lu Changqing's tragic encounter.

"Is Boss Lu at home? I am his friend." The young man said politely.

"No." The butler brows were locked and ready to close the door.

When is this time? Anyone still coming to give gifts?

Do you even choose time to please and flatter? Something that doesn’t know how to live or die!

"Tell Boss Lu who I am." The young man stretched out one foot and stuck the door. "He will definitely go home right away."

"Who are you?" The housekeeper was very upset.

What are you? Can the owner of the Lu Mansion go home immediately?

"My name is Chu Yun."

The young man smiled and raised his arms: "For this meeting, I also prepared a thin gift for Boss Lu."

The butler's blood surged on his head and his expression changed drastically!

Chu Yun?!

The young man standing in front of him is Chu Yun, who has a bloody hatred with Lu Mansion!?

"You - is Chu Yun?" the housekeeper asked in a trembling voice. One hand hidden behind him made an order. Soon, several bodyguards in suits surrounded him and stared at him.

"My reputation is not good, so no one should impersonate me, right?" Chu Yun smiled. "Now, can I let me go into the house to rest and have a cup of tea? Don't worry, I will wait for Boss Lu to come home."

The housekeeper was shocked.

He quickly called Lu Yueting.

After receiving the reply, he slightly moved away and said coldly: "Mr. Chu, please enter inside."

Chu Yun just entered the door with a loud bang. The door was locked.

More than a dozen suited bodyguards stood on both sides and stared at Chu Yun with a fierce expression. Just after someone ordered, they rushed forward and smashed Chu Yun into pieces!

Entering the lobby of Lu Mansion, Lu Changqing's mother Feng Yunjun, who came downstairs, heard the news, looked like a wolf or a tiger, with fierce eyes: "The surname of Chu! How dare you come to the door on your own initiative!"

"You really think that there is no one in my Lu family, right?"

Click!

Feng Yun, wearing a woman's streamlined suit, pulled out an exquisite pistol without any defense and said angrily: "I will kill you without a single shot today! I am not Lu Changqing's fuck!"

Feng Yun is very fierce and poisonous.

As a typical example of Mingzhu City's whitewashing and landing, the Feng family is not very powerful. However, its family has always been fierce and vicious, Feng Yun inherited it perfectly, and Lu Changqing was also infected with many habits.

She was under eighteen at that time, and her hands were stained with blood. She was known for her ruthlessness.

Now that her son has been severely injured and hospitalized, the murderer is close to her. If she had shot Chu Yun to death, she would not be a member of the Feng family!

"When I met Aunt Feng, I finally knew that the saying that if you have a mother, you will have a son, may not be suitable for all families. But it must be in line with the true portrayal of most families."

Chu Yun opened the gun expressionlessly and said calmly: "I'm all here. I've brought gifts, so you can't bear it for a while? It's not too late to do it when your husband comes back, right?"

As he said, he sat slowly on the sofa and slowly opened the gift box: "A little gift is not respectful."
Chapter completed!