"Let's see." Tong Hua came to her senses, and she stood up and came to him again.
Lu Yuchuan hugged her waist, asked her to sit on his lap, then turned on the light with his backhand and turned on the video he had just received on WeChat.
The surveillance image is not very clear, and the woman's face is not clear at all, but judging from her walking posture, she is quite elegant and should be wearing high heels.
After a while, a few clear photos of the woman were posted on his phone.
Then, Mu Chen called in, "Mr. Lu, Jiang Qingli's photos were found, and she found her former old friend. These were cut from the group photo and sent to you WeChat."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, don't just think about working overtime. Those who are married should spend more time with their wives." Lu Yuchuan said seriously. The marriage has been forced, and of course I hope he is happy.
But Su Ranran's smile came from the other end of the phone—
"We're at Candlelight dinner! He has to accompany my wife! But Mr. Lu, for extra work like finding someone, do you have to pay my husband some extra salary?"
"What? Can't you afford to buy milk powder and diapers?" Lu Yuchuan smiled, "Tell him to work harder. When the child is full month old, I will give you a big red envelope!"
After hearing this, Su Ranran's face turned red, "What did you say? Nothing is not born! You can urge anything, no urination is not allowed! You are dead!"
After the call ended, Tong Hua and Lu Yuchuan's eyes gathered together.
He asked her, "Wife, do you think... Mu Chen and Su Ranran are suitable?"
"There are no two people who are perfectly suitable in this world." This is Tong Hua's answer, "So, they all need to be adjusted, it depends on whether they are willing to give for each other."
"Yeah." He nodded, feeling so lucky.
Lu Yuchuan clicked on the photos sent by Mu Chen and checked them with her one by one.
The woman in the old photo is very young, about thirty years old, and has a very elegant temperament.
When she saw her face clearly, Lu Yuchuan and Tong Hua were both stunned. This woman had seen in Zhang Gao's album.
I took a photo with my father Lu Chengguang... I looked so inconspicuous at the time, and I didn't expect her special identity.
Now that I look at this woman carefully again, I have nothing but discovering that she has temperament.
So, the most important thing now is to find out her whereabouts.
Lu Yuchuan has arranged someone to investigate this matter.
"Don't worry, it will be revealed." Tong Hua comforted him softly, "I believe that our father is still alive, and the truth will be found out. One day, all the bad guys will be caught in one place."
Lu Yuchuan did not have such a belief because it took too long... but this was what he hoped for.
The same night.
Lu Baichuan's car was parked in the yard of the Lu family's old house, and he came back alone.
After getting out of the car, he threw it onto the door, tightened his scarf, and stepped in under the snow.
"Old Master, Young Master Baichuan is back."
In the study room, the butler came up to report.
At this time, the old man was holding a brush and bent down to write quietly on the desk. He looked serious, without turning his eyes or responding, and seemed to have never heard of the butler's words.
The housekeeper was very good at observing his expressions. After a while, he took two steps back and turned away.
After going downstairs, the housekeeper told Lu Baichuan about the situation upstairs. Lu Baichuan thought about it and took a step straight upstairs.
But every time he took a step, he felt a little nervous, as if he could smell an unusual smell in the air.
But he still came to the entrance of the study room. He looked at the old man holding his pen and writing, but did not knock on the door. He gritted his teeth and took a step in.
Standing one meter away from the desk, he spoke respectfully, "Grandpa, I was wrong."
"Where was the mistake?" The old man continued to write, his voice cold, as if he knew he would come over.
Lu Baichuan pulled the scarf around his neck and threw it away, then knelt down with his legs. He lowered his head and straightened his waist, as if he had done something wrong and sincerely admitted his mistake-