After hanging the needle, he didn't wake up, Lu Bochuan put him on the bed, answered a phone call, I don't know who called, his eyes sank, he took the coat that was put aside, and walked out of the hospital.

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On the first floor of the inpatient department, Song Juan stood outside the hall, blowing a cold wind.

She knew that she shouldn't go to see Lu Bochuan at this time, but reality didn't give her time to hesitate.

If she misses this opportunity, it will be even more difficult to intercept him next time.

Zhou Jing's company is almost unable to hold on.

If she didn't go to find Lu Bochuan, would she let him kill Zhou Jing?

Zhou Jing helped her, she was already very unhappy, if she saw Zhou Jing's company have an accident because of this incident, Song Juan would not be able to do it.

Song Juan wanted to smoke a little, so she took the money and went to buy a pack of cheap cigarettes, lit one with a lighter, clamped it on her slender fingertips, and smoked it slowly.

When she was smoking, she remembered Lu Bochuan's smoking.

There is smoke in his thin lips, and even the smoke is a little cold, but the eyes behind the smoke seem to hide a huge undercurrent, which can turn people's hearts upside down.

Song Juan took a deep puff, and the taste of nicotine paralyzed the senses in her heart, and she felt better.

But she didn't smoke much, only a small one, and then snuffed out the cigarette.

She waited outside for more than three hours when the elevator door opened with a "ding".

Then a figure walked out of the elevator quickly.

As soon as that figure appeared, Song Juan's heart tightened, and the waves in his heart were surging.

The man went straight past her to where he had parked his car and opened the door on the driver's side.

Song Juan hurriedly went up: "Lu Bochuan." ”

The man paused to pull the car door, turned his head, and shot straight at her with a gloomy gaze with a fierce sense of oppression.

Song Juan was so pressed by that gaze that she almost couldn't straighten her waist, but she didn't get out of the way, but tilted her head and asked, "Zhou Jing's matter, did you do it?"

Lu Bochuan didn't ignore her, and bent down to get into the driver's seat, but Song Juan was in a hurry and blocked in front of him.

Lu Bochuan straightened up, his eyes locked on her like blades: "Get out of the way." ”

Song Juan's eyes were red, for the sake of those two lives, she didn't even have dignity, but where is the limit of this person?

She couldn't help but wonder, how did the two of them get to this point?

Song Juan gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Bochuan, is it that if I owe you, all the people around me owe you? Do you want to kill all the people around me before you are willing to give up? The person who owes you is me, and I have nothing to do with others, why do you want to embarrass Zhou Jing!"

Lu Bochuan's face was dark, his eyes were so dark that he could barely see her, and he looked at her darkly.

"You ask me?" he approached her: "When you took my dad to the suburban villa, why didn't you ask yourself, why did you do this to him? When you took the confidential documents of the Lu family to Ji Shennian, did you ever think that the Lu family would suffer this kind of experience, and thousands of employees of the Lu Group would collectively lose their jobs and make a big fuss about the Lu family, so that the people of the Lu family would become street rats that everyone shouted and beaten?"

He calmly questioned her, but it was like a heavy hammer, "Boom!" A sound hung in Song Juan's heart.

In an instant, Song Juan's face turned pale.

She grabbed him by the sleeve as if she wanted to grasp something, and she said, "So what are you going to do?

Lu Bochuan's dark eyes looked like they were cold and deep through the night, but they seemed to be burning with anger inside.

Song Xuan's fingers trembled with that gaze, but his heart seemed to be stirred by a blade.

From the time she was imprisoned to the time she was released from prison, her mental state had been in a precarious state, she began to have a headache again, and the thin white fingers that grabbed Lu Bochuan's sleeve were almost bloodless.

She said with red eyes: "Lu Bochuan, what do you want?