Lu Zihao's heart was full of self-blame, he didn't know why, he was like an ominous person, where did he go, where did he hurt?

He was the only one left in the living room, and the Rong Hall was like a cold cellar at this time, and the cold air was everywhere.

"Zihao, are you okay?"

I don't know when, Song Qianqian went downstairs in pajamas. Seeing Lu Zihao's helpless face, her heart was filled with a trace of sourness.

She didn't know when Mo Ling and Wang Hao left, looking at the empty living room, Lu Zihao was sitting on the sofa alone, looking so helpless and pitiful.

"Why are you down? It's so late, go and rest!"

Lu Zihao put away the expression on his face, pretended to be like nothing happened, got up, and hugged Song Qianqian's shoulder, "Is it cold?"

Song Qianqian's body was a little cold, Lu Zihao hugged her, picked up the remote control on the table, turned on the air conditioner, and set the temperature.

"I'm not cold, Zihao, what the hell is going on? Can you tell me?"

Song Qianqian stretched out his hand to brush Lu Zihao's handsome face, looking at the casual back of his face, it was actually an unconcealable pain.

"It's okay, shallow, you don't have to worry, the most important thing for you now is to take care of your body, you don't have to worry about other things. ”

I know I'm pregnant now, and I have to take care of my body, but I don't feel good when I see you so sad. Song Qianqian held Lu Zihao's hand, with a worried look on his face: "Zihao, what happened? Why can't you tell me, didn't you say it? Our two husbands and wives are one, your affairs are my affairs, and there can be no concealment between us." ”

Song Qianqian's attitude was very resolute, she looked at the wrinkles between Lu Zihao's eyebrows that were difficult to unfold, and her heart began to think crankily.

Lu Zihao looked at Song Qianqian's sad look, sighed deeply, and held her shoulder and said slowly: "Qianqian, I saw Uncle Wang today, and he told me everything about the past, but when he left, he was hit by a car and died. ”

"What?"

Song Qianqian covered her mouth in surprise, her face shocked. No wonder Lu Zihao, Mo Ling and Wang Hao just now, when the three of them were together, their faces were so heavy.

"Elder Cui is starting to do it now, so in the future, you and your mother should be more careful when you go out. ”

Lu Zihao looked at Song Qianqian's surprised look, and thought she was scared, so he gently hugged her into his arms and comforted her in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, no matter when, I will definitely protect you." ”

"Zihao, I'm not afraid, I'm relieved to have you. It's just that I'm a little worried about you, and you don't look good right now. Is it because of Uncle Wang?"

"It's not all, I remember a lot of things from the past today, and I really don't feel very comfortable. ”

Lu Zihao rubbed his eyebrows, his face full of sadness and impatience.

"Zihao, I know it's a little inappropriate to say these things now, but no matter what, you have to relax, the matter is over, and you can't keep dwelling on the past. The past will not be repeated, we have to look forward. ”

Song Qianqian looked at Lu Zihao and reached out to rub his frowning brows.

Seeing his sad appearance, Song Qianqian really hated that he couldn't help him a little.

"I see, you don't have to worry about me. It's getting late, let's hurry up and go upstairs to rest. ”

Lu Zihao didn't want Song Qianqian to worry about him, he believed in himself, he would handle these things well, and he would try to adjust his mentality and cheer himself up quickly.

"Shallow, hurry up and rest, don't forget that we have to go to the hospital tomorrow to see Ye Xiaodi. ”

Seeing that even if he was lying on the bed, Song Qianqian still looked at him with a worried look, Lu Zihao shook his head, and had to take out this matter to coax her.

Sure enough, this trick was tried.

Song Qianqian immediately nodded, got into the quilt, and when he was about to sleep, he didn't forget to tell Lu Zihao not to think so much and rest quickly.

Lu Zihao nodded in agreement, and stretched out his hand to help Song Qianqian cover the quilt, "Okay, I know, you can sleep quickly." ”

Seeing Song Qianqian slowly close her eyes, Lu Zihao patted her hand on the back before slowly stopping.

Lu Zihao lay flat on the bed, his hands pillowed behind his head, a pair of eyes full of sadness, looking straight out of the window, and he couldn't sleep for a long time.

Cui's villa

The entire villa was brightly lit, and the number of black-clothed bodyguards at the door was obviously much higher than before.

Even in the yard, many bodyguards have an extra hound in their hands, and they are all in fear and frightened.

Cui Lao sat in a wheelchair, pressed the button on the armrest, and walked back and forth in the living room.

He was waiting for news from Huang Mao, to be precise, from a dead man.

"Cui Lao, Huang Mao is back. ”

I don't know who shouted outside the door, Cui Lao immediately turned his head to look.

"Elder Cui, I'm back. ”

Looking at Huang Mao's dusty appearance, Cui Lao nodded and motioned for him to sit down first, "How is it?"

"Uncle Wang died, and he died in front of Lu Zihao. ”

Although Huang Mao was sitting on the sofa, his whole body leaned forward, and his face was extremely respectful.

"Very good, Huang Mao, this time it was good. ”

A hint of satisfaction flashed on Cui Lao's face, this time, he gave Lu Zihao a dismount ruthlessly.

This kid, don't think that he can't move now and dare to ride on him to spread wild, he will use practical actions to tell this kid that he wants to deal with him tenderly.

"Huang Mao, where is the young lady imprisoned, haven't you found it yet?"

Huang Mao's face was originally snickering, but when he heard Cui Lao's sudden question, the snickering joy on his face suddenly receded, and it was replaced by a nervous face.

Yes, it's been a few days, and he hasn't found out where Cui Yaming is being held?

"Elder Cui, I'm sorry, I haven't found it yet. ”

Huang Mao lowered his head, not daring to look at Cui Lao's eyes.

Cui Lao sighed deeply, and the look of wanting to kill in his eyes was erased, "Keep checking, Huang Mao, as long as you can find out where my daughter is being held and rescue her safely, I will give you a big surprise." ”

"Thank you Cui Lao for cultivating, I will definitely complete the task. ”

Huang Mao's face was happy, and he was very excited to see Cui Lao as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

"But don't be too happy too soon, my daughter was not rescued, and you have a lot of responsibility. Cui Lao looked at Huang Mao's puzzled look and continued: "Huang Mao, don't think I don't know your thoughts. If you want to be a housekeeper, then you have to make some achievements, otherwise, how can you make me believe you?"

Huang Mao was stunned, but he didn't expect that Cui Lao had already seen everything.

"Well, I understand, Elder Cui, as long as you give me a chance, I will definitely perform well. ”

"Okay, I'll wait for your words. ”

Cui Lao patted the armrest of the wheelchair with a very appreciative expression.

"Elder Cui, I have checked the surveillance in this area, and I have not found Miss Cui's whereabouts, I suspect that Lu Zihao's people must have taken Miss Cui to hide in the field. Who here doesn't know that City A is your Cui Lao's world? Even if he borrowed a few courages from Lu Zihao, he didn't dare to hide Miss Cui here, so I wanted to take a few people to the field to investigate. Perhaps, there will be an unexpected catch. ”

Huang Mao struck while the iron was hot and offered a plan to Cui Lao.

"Yes, as long as I can find my daughter, I don't care what you do, Huang Mao, you have to remember that I want the result, not the process. ”

Cui Lao's eyes were like being covered with a layer of smoke, so that Huang Mao couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Elder Cui, Lu Zihao can now be said to be hit by you without any motivation. There is an old saying that Lu Zihao is now like a grasshopper after autumn, and he can't jump for a few days. ”

Huang Mao smiled flatteringly, and deliberately said something nice to please Cui Lao.

I saw Cui Lao smile slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Although what you said is true, we can't be proud, I want Lu Zihao to know that those who offend me will not end well." ”

"Yes, Elder Cui, nothing at any time can change the fact that you are the boss of City A. ”

"Alright, Yellow Fur, you'll say. ”

Cui Lao had a smug smile on his face, and his eyes were full of sly and evil smiles.

"Elder Cui, someone sent this just now. ”

At this moment, the butler walked in quickly, and he looked at a small USB flash drive in his hand with a cautious expression.

"Who sent it?"

Cui Lao looked up at him, and his eyes were full of caution.

"I don't know, the guard at the door said that it was sent by a man riding a Ferris wheel and wearing a helmet, and the man didn't say anything, just dropped his things and left. ”

"Open it and take a look. ”

Cui Lao waved his hand, and someone immediately brought the computer and put it on the table.

The housekeeper took the USB flash drive and just wanted to insert it into the computer, which was snatched away by Huang Mao, Huang Mao pulled the computer in front of him, and said with a disdainful face: "The computer is a thing, or we young people are more familiar, the housekeeper is so old, can you tell what is the boot button and what is the shutdown button?"

The housekeeper had already heard the sarcasm in Huang Mao's words, wasn't he just talking about his old age?

This kind of little trick is all left over from his play.

"Okay, hurry up and see what's in the USB flash drive?"

Cui Lao had a gloomy face and gave orders.

Huang Mao didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly inserted the USB flash drive into the computer, and soon, a woman appeared on the screen in the computer.

If you look closely, it turned out to be Cui Yaming.

Cui Yaming was tied to a chair with five flowers, and all around her were empty, except for the four cold walls.

Her mouth was taped, and her eyes were filled with anger. She kept writhing in her chair and made a "hmm" sound from her mouth.

Because of the struggle, Cui Yaming's hair was messily draped on her face, and she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears, and some strands of hair stuck to her face like that.