Lu Jingtian was carried into the car by the servants of the Bai family, and the coachman was just about to drive away, when the door opened, Yan Lou sat up.

Lu Jingtian, who was lying in the back seat, turned his head to look at him, he was angry, he was about to scold when he opened his mouth, but his mouth was blocked, he couldn't spit out a complete sentence for a long time, and finally he could only stare at people with his eyes.

In this regard, he is very similar to Bai Qingling.

Yan Lou didn't say a word after getting into the car, but asked the driver to roll open the rear window before driving.

It was dark early in the middle of autumn, and a cold wind poured in through the open car window.

The coachman was wearing a black tweed coat custom-made by the Bai family, with a big hat on his head, and the wind blew backwards, and no matter what, it couldn't blow the two people in front of him.

Yan Lou was even dressed in a black military uniform and a dark cloak, with a sassy and graceful atmosphere, and the cold wind could not freeze him.

Lu Jingtian gagged and couldn't speak, shivering from the cold.

scolded Yan Lou hundreds of times in his heart.

Fortunately, the Bai family and the Lu family are not very far away, and although the freezing process is extremely uncomfortable, it is really limited.

Before Lu Jingtian fell asleep, the car stopped.

He opened his eyes in a flicker, and he was a little more energetic.

It's so cold!

Yan Lou asked the driver to park the car in front of the Lu Mansion, and asked him to drag Lu Jingtian out of the car.

The coachman hesitated a little, but listened.

Anyway, this is the future master of the Bai family.

Under Lu Jingtian's big eyes full of anger, the driver shuddered and dragged him out, straightened up, helped him untie the rope that bound his hands and feet, and finally took out the cotton cloth that stuffed his mouth.

Seeing this, the guards standing in front of the Lu Mansion rushed over and helped him.

Lu Jingtian has been the son of the Lu family for so many years, and it is the first time that he has been dragged out of the car like a dead dog, and as far as the son of the family is concerned, this is also the only one.

So, he became angry again, "Yan Lou, I'll fuck your uncle!" I won't kill you, I won't be surnamed Lu! If you want to marry Bai Qingling, I won't let you succeed, even if I tie her up, I will tie her back to our Lu family, and I won't let her marry you, no! ”

Lu Jingtian couldn't jump up with his feet, his knees were still painful, and he had no choice but to pout his buttocks and put his hands on his knees, scolding while moving his steps forward, trying to give Yan Lou who didn't even look at him.

However, the driver was afraid of an accident and hurriedly got into the car, stepped on the accelerator and left.

The wheels rolled up and left Lu Jingtian with smoke and dust, choking him and coughing breathlessly for a long time, and finally returned home with the help of the guards.

Live like a rebel who has returned home.

The atmosphere in the car was depressing.

The coachman peeked at Adjutant Yan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and his face was as expressionless as ever.

With the cold wind of the autumn night, the coachman felt that there was yin in the cold, and he drilled into the cracks of his bones.

Yan Lou let him drive to the hospital, the car stopped and went down, he waited in the car for less than a quarter of an hour, and then saw Yan Lou walk out of the hospital again.

The man stood near the door, leaned his back against the door, and lit a cigarette.

The driver waited for him to finish his cigarette and get into the car, and then timidly wanted to ask him where he was going, but he didn't know how to ask anymore.

Do you call Adjutant Yan, or do you call Yan Dashuai?

In the end, he was still unmarried, he opened his mouth cautiously, "Yan,"

"Go back to the White Mansion."

The driver's unspoken salutation was suppressed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

From now on, let's call Yan Gongzi!

It is not only an identity, but it does not change too abruptly.

When the coachman secretly rejoiced that he was smart and wise, the car arrived outside the White Mansion.