The driver is naturally a person who can carry the weight clearly, not to mention Lu Zhonglin's family background and status, he also knows how anxious he is for the young master's ruthlessness that is easy to show. The pen and the fun www.biquge.info then stepped on the gas pedal and sped off on the spacious and sparsely populated boulevards of Paris.

Xu Shaozhen had never felt that Uncle Wang had driven so slowly, and he also knew that he was in a hurry, so it was not good to have a seizure, and only a bony hand turned the dagger to expose his anxiety.

"Xu ......" Lu Zhonglin paused, not knowing what to call him, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Xu Shaozhen didn't seem to hear it, the driver's sudden braking and harsh stopping sound saved Lu Zhonglin's blush, and as soon as the car stopped, the two of them opened the car door at the same time and went to the villa covered with roses.

When Zhixian woke up groggily, as soon as he opened his eyes, he met Fan Zixuan, who was sitting on the ground with his knees in his arms, a pair of teary eyes.

She realized that she had been sturdily tied to a pillar, and the furniture in the room was in an authentic European style.

"You're awake," Fan Zixuan got up and smiled a little desolately: "However, you will never wake up soon." ”

"Aunt Fu gave me the letter, did you steal it?"

Zhixian glanced at her lightly, what do you still don't understand, Fan Zixuan's surname is Fan, Fan Lianwu is also surnamed Fan, and it happened so coincidentally, it is difficult for her not to doubt it. Fan Zixuan tied herself, probably Aunt Fu reported the good news, it seems that the Hong Gang has succeeded.

It makes sense that she had cried bitterly in the middle of the night in the Jardin du Luxembourg yesterday, and that the reason why she had to live with her was so simple that she was like a prey without the power to resist.

Fan Zixuan turned around and picked up a letter from the table, raised it at Zhixian, and said with a smile: "Yes, I took it, and I really deserve to be the daughter of Huang Jinfa, the leader of the largest gang in Shanghai!" ”

When she said the words "Shanghai's No. 1 Gang", she accentuated her tone, she tore up the letter paper in her hand, and slowly raised the Browning in her hand towards Zhixian.

Zhixian closed his eyes: "You already know my identity on the boat, right?" "The world is so small!

Fan Zixuan nodded silently. She naturally knew, if she didn't know, how could she target her?

Before she could speak, she shouted hysterically: "That's different! I just wanted to teach you a lesson on the boat, but now your dad killed my dad! I'm going to kill you so I can teach your dad to have a taste of losing a loved one! ”

Her hand holding the gun trembled a little, and she closed her eyes and fired a shot at Zhixian, but she didn't hear the screams she imagined for a long time, and she didn't even snort in a muffled voice, she opened her eyes and saw that Zhixian didn't know when to untie the ropes that bound her hands, and squatted down to untie the shackles on her ankles.

"Ha, my father always said to teach me to learn a little bit of skill, otherwise I wouldn't have the blessing to be his daughter, but now that I see your ability, I think he is right," Fan Zixuan seemed to be talking to herself, and gritted her teeth and said: "But, what's the use?" Aren't you going to die under my gun today? ”

Zhixian closed his eyes slightly, and there was a rather helpless self-deprecation in his heart, the master in his previous life always said that their ink masters were not as simple and easy as chivalrous, and they needed to have the ability to save their lives when they might become other people's pawns and weights, sacrifice is one thing, death is another.

She has lived in vain, but she has never thought about whether she has that ability. This white life was actually defeated in the glass of water last night, with her temperament that has always slept shallowly at night, Fan Zixuan can successfully sneak herself from the University of Paris to this place, and the glass of water is inevitably drugged.

A bloodthirsty impulse surged into Fan Zixuan's brain, she didn't think about shooting at Zhixian, looking at the flowers on the woman's moon-white dress that were stained with blood, she was visually shocked, as if she had done something terrible and heinous and sinful, she just wanted to eliminate such evidence of crime, she wanted Yan Zhixian to completely disappear from this world!

With that in mind, her wrist, which had just been lowered, was raised again.

"Xiaoxuan, stop!" Xu Shaozhen, who heard the sound, walked in front of Fan Zixuan very quickly, and snatched her gun from her hand.

"Brother Shaozhen, is that you?" Fan Zixuan's body suddenly weakened, Xu Shaozhen's hand helped her up strongly, she hugged Xu Shaozhen and began to cry: "Brother Shaozhen, my father is dead, I don't know what to do......"

Xu Shaozhen stroked her back: "Don't panic, there is still Brother Shaozhen." The expression on his face was extremely gentle, which made Lu Zhonglin suspicious for a moment, was this the same person as the ruthless person he saw in the car? He couldn't understand why two different expressions appeared on the same face...

However, Lu Zhonglin didn't look at it for a long time, because he was still worried about Zhixian, he roared "Zhixian" and ran over to untie the rope that bound her, picked up the person and ran out, without even saying a word of goodbye. His haste was destined to give him no time to take a closer look at the seemingly gentle man's eyes.

Lu Zhonglin was almost collapsing outside the operating room, and a blonde nurse sympathetically comforted the somewhat hysterical Oriental young man in French, lamenting that love is really a wonderful thing, making people live and die.

"Cheer up, young man, God will bless you, and your mad love for her like a fiery rose will bring her back to life!"

Lu Zhonglin came back to his senses from his anxiety and self-blame, and explained with a red face: "No, no, I think you misunderstood, she is not, uh, I mean we are not lovers!" ”

The nurse threw him a meaningful look: "Good luck, then, handsome oriental lad!" ”

God, he's not crazy! Yan Zhixian is uncertain about his life and death in the operating room, but he is explaining the relationship between them to a stranger he has never met! He should have told his suspicions earlier......

Lu Zhonglin punched the wall hard, and suddenly looked at the operating room slowly as if he suddenly realized.

Why should he take all the blame on himself? Zhixian has never told herself her identity, the identity of the blonde-haired daughter who was published in the newspaper and caused a lot of discussion throughout Shanghai.

Lu Zhonglin was a little depressed for a while, he had never been able to see through his leisure, and now he felt that the kind of heart-to-heart friendship he was proud of was just like a bubble -- it would burst at the slightest poke.