Chapter 142: What he hated was Lu He's wanton after all.

Thinking about it, he suppressed the last uneasiness and guilt in his heart, and under the cover of his subordinates, he left with Song Qing through the door on the other side.

Qin Hu originally wanted to take Song Qing directly to the airport, but now he is abroad for a few days, and when Song Qing accepts it, he will bring her back, he even has a wedding ring ready.

He married Song Qing, not only got the woman he loved, but also owned a quarter of the Lu family.

The more Qin Hu thought about it, the more excited he became, and his palms were sweating.

But suddenly, he was hit by a car and flew on the guardrail.

The car overturned, but it was not too serious, Qin Hu hurriedly helped the unconscious Song Qing up.

Lu Xiaowu had already surrounded him with people, pointing a gun at Qin Hu.

Lu Xiaowu has been locked up in prison for so many days, his hair has been cut to inches, he is not wearing glasses, and those angry spirits are no longer exposed to the skylight.

"Lu Xiaowu! What are you doing? Qin Hu subconsciously protected Song Qing behind him.

"Heh, do you really think that I will hand over Song Qing to you? You're a fool to me! Lu Xiaowu put a gun against Qin Hu's head, Qin Hu was very scared, but he also protected Song Qing behind him.

"We said okay, I'll help you poison, I just want Song Qing!" Qin Hu's fists were tight.

"You just want Song Qing? What a big breath, one Song Qing is a quarter of the Lu family, you really have a lot of appetite! Lu Xiaowu knocked Qin Hu's head with a pistol, and was about to pull Song Qing over.

Before his hand touched Song Qing, he was intercepted in the air by a pair of white hands.

"You ......" Lu Xiaowu couldn't believe it, Song Qing was okay?

Song Qing's eyes are clear at the moment, and his strength is infinite, where are there signs of traditional Chinese medicine? She ignored Lu Xiaowu's stunnedness, and the force of the injury was so strong that it was about to crush his bones.

Lu Xiaowu brought more than a dozen people, all of whom were his elites, and they were all pointing guns at Song Qing and Qin Hu at the moment.

"Song Qing, do you have to live or die with me like this? If you don't stop, I'll let them kill you!" Lu Xiaowu said viciously.

"Oh, let's do it." Song Qing said such a sentence indifferently, and then, those people behind Lu Xiaowu were all shot in two seconds.

You actually designed me! Lu Xiaowu looked at the policemen pouring out from all directions, and bared his teeth in anger.

"I just complied with your request." Song Qing unloaded one of his arms, Lu Xiaowu fell to the ground in pain, and looked up at Song Qing's gaze, which was as cold as the most bitter cold wind in winter.

Before she showed her edge, she was already radiant, and at this moment, she was like the messenger of Shura, which made people feel awe and fear.

"Take it away." Song Qing glanced at Qin Hu, who was about to speak and stopped talking, and said coldly.

"Let you run!" Helian Zhou also learned to knock Lu Xiaowu on the head with a gun, and smiled extremely happily.

Son of a bitch, let you run! It's not for the master to catch the meeting.

Lu Xiaowu was taken to the police station, in the interrogation room, no matter what, Lu Xiaowu just didn't confess, who rescued him.

Song Qing came with Lu He, and Lu He was still wearing the white suit, but the rose on his chest had already been picked.

"Lu Xiaoliu! You came to see my jokes? The moment Lu Xiaowu saw Lu He, not to mention how unhappy he was.

"Yes, yes." Lu He was so angry that he couldn't pay for his life, and looked at Lu Xiaowu with a smile.

"This guy has a hard mouth." Helian Zhou was wearing a police uniform, and half of his ass was sitting on the table.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Lu Xiaowu was almost crazy.

"Who rescued you?" Song Qing asked.

"Heh, you're really desperate, Lu Xiaoliu wants to marry someone else, and you still do things for him? Why don't you save me, how about helping me? I can also make you the eldest lady that everyone in the imperial capital envies. "Lu Xiaowu Ye doesn't care about it, he can say any bullshit.

"Shut the fuck up for me!" Lu He just couldn't listen to others saying in front of Song Qing that he Lu He was going to marry someone else, so he was so angry that he almost didn't open the police station.

Song Qing played with the pistol he handed over, and after dismantling it, there was only one bullet left, and then it was loaded and loaded.

"You want to know, are you inferior to Xiao Liu?" Song Qing looked at Lu Xiaowu with a calm face, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Lu Xiaowu was suddenly frightened and shrunk into silence.

"Give you a chance, let's play a game, Russian roulette, will we?"

As soon as Song Qing's words came out, the faces of the three men changed.

Helian Zhou was scared half to death, he didn't dare to let this aunt and grandmother play such a dangerous game in his territory, this was a gamble.

"Song Qing, are you a fool?" Lu He scolded angrily, and wanted to howl twice, but was glared back by Song Qing.

"Afraid? Then I'll do it first. Song Qing put the pistol on his head, fired a shot without blinking, empty the gun, and then handed the pistol to Lu Xiaowu.

Lu Xiaowu took it tremblingly, looking at Song Qing and being scared and angry.

finally fired a shot under Song Qing's indifferent eyes, which simply exhausted his life's courage.

Lu Xiaowuyi put down the gun, and Song Qing took it, and it was another shot without blinking, an empty gun.

handed it to Lu Xiaowu, and Lu Xiaowu said that he didn't dare to take it anymore. A pair of hands shook into Parkinson's.

No matter what, Lu Xiaowu still spared his life, he did not hesitate to squander other people's lives, but when it was his turn, he desperately wanted to live.

Song Qing saw that Lu Xiaowu had reached his limit.

It's no longer toyed with.

Picked up the pistol and fired three shots at him, and the last bullet, Song Qing deliberately wiped his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

"You know, if it was Lu Xiaoliu, what would he do?" Song Qing turned the pistol around again, and then put it in front of Lu Xiaowu.

Leaned over and said, "Lu Xiaoliu doesn't care about any games, as long as he is given a chance to get a gun, he will shoot at the other party." I gave you two chances, and once you followed the game. The second time, you didn't even have the courage to pick it up, which was really disappointing. The Lu family has been bloody for several generations, how did they get to this generation, so rubbish. Song Qing's voice was not loud, but he was cold and indifferent, as if he was looking at all living beings.

Lu He looked at Song Qing, who defended herself, and her heart warmed, she was so good, she treated the people around her and guarded her at any cost.

Lu Xiaowu sat down on the cold iron chair, yes, yes, since he was given a gun, since there are bullets in the gun, then the best thing to do, why not jump on the other party with one shot, big deal, fire a few more shots, within three shots, there is always one shot that can hit the other party.

It's all life and death, who cares if you can't play or not?

In the end, he loses because he can't afford to lose.

Timid, dodge.

Lu He has returned with a high profile since three years ago, and he has never flinched, licking blood from the knife, and living a life of flesh and blood.

He just hates Lu Xiaoliu like this, why? Why did he still live so rampant after experiencing that kind of thing back then? He also thought about what he hated about Lu He.

Do you hate him for being favored by Lu Yuan? Do you hate him for killing his own mother?

No, no, when he was a child, Lu Yuan was still a bowl of water, in this kind of family, most of the relatives are thin, and the so-called favor is just to look at you more when we meet.

Just as he said when he was arrested that day, he killed Lu He's mother, and Lu He killed his mother, which is not hateful.

What he hated, after all, hated Lu He's wantonness.

But Lu Xiaowu never knew how many vines bound his younger brother had in his heart.