Lu Xiangning's hand holding the oil-paper umbrella tightened, and he lowered his head and smiled, "Then can't you smile more nicely?"
Li Zao scolded him with his eyes, laughing at you uncle!
Lu Xiangning suddenly pushed her with his elbow and signaled with his eyes.
In front of so many cameras, Li Zao didn't want to show off to him, so he held his arm as promised.
At this turn, the spotlights came one after another, blinding my eyes.
Li Zao was not short, but next to the taller Lu Xiangning, he looked particularly cute.
She turned her head, with a smile on her lips, glared at him angrily, and held the umbrella over a little bit!!!
However, Lu Xiangning did not receive the signal at all. A gust of cool wind blew, and he directly raised the oil-paper umbrella.
What a shield from the wind!
Li Zao: "..."
Li Zao's expression couldn't be tense anymore, and he frowned coldly at him.
The photographers around me were all taking pictures like crazy, and even the imitators took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
One is an extremely good-looking man, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, a business elite, with a sense of majesty, and an ascetic gentlemanly temperament all over his body.
It just so happens that such a person is holding an oil-paper umbrella in the style of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The contrast in the picture is huge, crisp and lustful.
The other one seemed to be a fairy who came out of a Jiangnan ink painting. Her face was obviously bare-faced, but her face was like a flower, her skin was like snow, and her autumn eyes were like the moon.
But she didn't smile as gently as water.
From time to time, she would frown and glare at the man next to her, as if she disliked him for holding the umbrella too high.
That little look with pursed lips and raised eyes is particularly vivid and real.
Such two people with very different styles have a great sense of contrast. They are obviously from different fields, but they are surprisingly harmonious.
Now, there was no need for Li Zao to take photos. The self-media had already posted the scene online.
Public opinion reversed instantly.
——"Hey, it seems that Mr. Lu hasn't coaxed Mrs. Lu well yet. The clumsy way Mr. Lu holds an umbrella looks exactly like the one in my family."
——"Ah ah ah ah, I knew the Lu couple would not disappoint!"
——“Without comparison, you wouldn’t know how beautiful Mrs. Lu’s clothes are.”
——"Is that Suzhou embroidery? It's so beautiful. I really want to have the same style."
——"What an attractive figure. Only Mrs. Lu with a swan neck can wear a small stand-up collar so beautifully."
——"Actually, the part where Mr. Lu carried the angry Mrs. Lu into the car was a good fight."
——"It's no use holding an umbrella to make your wife angry."
——"Mrs. Lu, forgive Mr. Lu, after all, he is so rich and handsome."
——"Oh dear, Mr. Lu killed me again, so use my blood to offer sacrifices to the Lu family and his wife..."
In the President's Office, Lu Xiangning checked his cell phone for a while, repeatedly watching the video of him and Li Zao slowly walking past the big screen.
Looking at those barrages floating out, I pressed the corner of my mouth again and again, but still couldn't suppress it.
He just wanted to ask the netizen who repeatedly sacrificed blood, did he still have enough blood?
However, Li Zao's life experience cannot withstand human flesh. Internet public opinion is a double-sided knife. It can help you fly to the sky, but it can also drag you down to the ground.
Therefore, he issued a strict order that Li Zao's identity and frontal photos must not be released.
What are currently circulating on the Internet are some panoramic videos, as well as photos of him and Li Zao from behind, or from the side.
These are enough for netizens to lick their screens.
After a while, He Bing knocked on the door and came in. Lu Xiangning's expression immediately returned to straight, "Is there any news?"
"With Mr. Lu, look."
He Bing handed over a document and opened it. Inside were printed chat information and transfer screenshots, as well as a USB flash drive.
"The reporter who secretly photographed you and your wife yesterday is named Liu Feng, from Entertainment Weekly."
"Have you been beaten to death?" Lu Xiangning asked pitifully.
He Bing smiled. Mr. Lu's choice of words was a bit naughty. He also replied naughtily: "He has one breath left. If he hadn't confessed another unbelievable thing, he wouldn't have even left this breath."
"?"
"After the fire, it suddenly came out that the only injured was my wife, and you stayed with me all night for medical treatment. Those photos were also taken by him," He Bing paused, and then the conversation became more serious, "But he didn't take the initiative to take them.
, but someone’s instruction.”
Lu Xiangning frowned. He looked at the printed pictures roughly. They were all information about communication and transactions. "What Liu Feng told you? Is it accurate?"
"It's absolutely true. He confessed on his own initiative. The picture was also a screenshot on his mobile phone. I saw it taken by him. People like them will have a backup plan for this recording, and it was also provided by him on his own initiative."
Lu Xiangning immediately inserted the USB disk into his laptop and clicked it to listen.
Immediately, the voices of Zhao Honghu and Liu Feng's conversation came out clearly.
There are two paragraphs.
The first paragraph is when Zhao Honghu contacted Liu Feng and said hello in advance.
In the second paragraph, Zhao Honghu notified Liu Feng to go to the hospital emergency room to secretly photograph him and Zhao Zichu, and also instructed him to use the name "Mrs. Lu" to spread the news.
After Lu Xiangning heard this, not only how shocked he was, but also quite unexpected.
Zhao Honghu was a person who loved to play intrigues, but he didn't expect that he would plot against himself.
How dare you!
He Bing saw clearly and said: "How did Zhao Honghu know that there was a fire in advance? There was a fire, and it was his daughter who was injured. Mr. Lu, they..."
Lu Xiangning looked over with a stern look, "Be careful what you say."
He Bing had his own opinion and insisted: "Even if he wants to assist Miss Zhao, why not set fire to it? Huachen Hotel is your hard work, Mr. Lu. A fire has ruined all your efforts and also destroyed
Lu's reputation. Fortunately, no one was killed. If someone were killed, you would be on the pillar of shame forever."
Lu Xiangning had a sullen face, thought for a moment, and said: "There was no movement from the police. It seems that they can't find the person who set the fire. Zhao Honghu is extremely careful and will not leave any clues easily. If you go to investigate in person, you will definitely do it quietly."
Don’t alert the enemy.”
"yes!"
He Bing went out, and he was the only one left in the office. He looked at the ironclad evidence in front of him and felt chilled to his bones.
Suddenly, the cell phone rang.
He turned around and saw that it was Zhao Zichu again.
"Tsk!" He said instinctively.
The first thing that popped into my mind was what Li Zao said - "How come she was injured so many times, even if she was dying, but she just couldn't die?"
——"If you have an asthma attack and don't call the doctor for you, are you her medicine?"
——"She will deliver it to your door as soon as she comes to find you, and the courier is not easy to talk to you."
Lu Xiangning grinned mockingly, it's true!
With a swipe, he pressed the speakerphone, "Hello?"
"A Ning," it was Haitang, "Zi Chu is not well again, what should we do?..."
On the phone, Aunt Haitang's words were choked with sobs, which reminded him of his mother crying so helplessly when he was a child.