The three parties were deadlocked, and Song Qing was annoyed, so he simply took the handcuffs off Lu Jun's neck.

"Song Qing!" Hao Yu called her by name and surname.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be back." Song Qing smiled and said comfortingly. She was wearing a regular white shirt with a loose button, just like the first time the two met, and she was the same, there were blood stains on the white shirt, but she was so confident.

"Let's go." Song Qing walked towards the killer and said with a light smile.

"Miss Song, please." The killer was respectful and even bent slightly.

"You're welcome." The tone is light, but it's like an acquaintance, but if you listen carefully, it's more like teasing a cat.

Song Qing walked over to the killer, and then, suddenly, with a click, she broke the handcuffs and punched the killer in the stomach.

The killer fell to the ground in pain. Song Qing didn't enjoy it, and grabbed him again. The other hand punched him in the stomach again. Rattling, I could hear the sound of bones.

Hao Yu, Lu He and Xiao Haijin pulled out their guns for the first time, and all of Hao Yu's subordinates were special forces, so they were naturally not inferior.

The killers had no time to take care of Song Qing, so they could only guard against it first.

Song Qing pulled the killer aside and hid in a dead corner.

"Who sent you?"

Don't say.

Song Qing punched and broke another rib.

"Who sent you?"

Don't say.

Song Qing hammered again and broke another rib.

"Who sent you?"

Still don't say it, Song Qing smiled. Finally met a person with high professional ethics.

Song Qing didn't ask for his life, but broke the tendon holding the gun.

"Tell your master, this is a greeting gift." Song Qing made that killer miserable.

Six ribs were broken, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were injured, and the tendons were broken. For this injury, it takes seven or eight surgeries, big and small. Instead, I couldn't die, but I became a waste.

The killer stared at Song Qing viciously.

"Don't look at me like this, anyone who looks at me like this, I can't help but die." Song Qing shook the joint of his right hand and said.

"Are you alright?" Song Qing was just about to walk out, when Hao Yu rushed in, pulling her left and right, always to see what was going on.

Song Qing hugged the man's waist and said, "I'm fine, don't worry." Let's go. ”

She is getting more and more upright, and she understands more and more how to appease him.

"Hao." Hao Yu touched the little girl's hair, and her eyes finally settled. But the killer who swept into the corner, even though he was no longer human, couldn't help but want to kill him.

Song Qing noticed the man's eyes, pulled his combat uniform, and said, "Let's go." The little girl is very gentle, and Hao Yu's heart is warm.

Lu Jun escaped, and Lu Yuan was arrested.

"Where's your second uncle?" Song Qing asked Lu He.

"Who is my second uncle?"

"Wait, I'll be back." Song Qing also ignored Lu He's unkind words and said lightly.

"What about you?" Song Qing asked.

"I don't care." Lu He shrugged.

"Let's go first." Hao Yu hugged Song Qing, who still wanted to chat with Lu He, and prepared to leave.

As soon as he took a step, Hao Yu stopped again and said to Lu He: "My family Qingqing is about to start school, let my girls work less." ”

Lu He glanced at Song Qing's formal clothes, heh, going to the company as a vice president has become a job here for Hao Yu?

It's her own who wants to toss up the matter of buying An's, and it's my business!!

One bite of my family, my family, this is the eldest lady of my Lu family!

Grass!

Hao Yu left with Song Qing and a group of special forces, leaving Lu He and Lu Yuan and Lu Xiaoqi.

"Your good brother, hold a gun to your son's head, your good brother, use you to block the gun!" Lu He sneered towards Lu Yuandao. After speaking, regardless of the bullet hole in Lu Yuan's arm, he sent someone to lock Lu Yuan back to the Lu family's old house.

Forget it, what to toss.

When the heart is dead, it is the same when people go there.

If you want to stay in the imperial capital, keep it.

"Second brother." Lu Xiaoqi shouted.

Lu Hegang stepped into the car and retracted his foot, held the car door with one hand, and turned his head to look at him, "What's wrong?" ”

"Thank you, second brother." Lu Xiaoqi held a mangosteen in his hand and handed it to Lu He.

Lu He was stunned and turned his face: "I don't eat these things." ”

"Oh." Lu Xiaoqi was a little lost, and asked again: "Can I enter the Lu family?" ”

"Yes, start from the bottom yourself."

Lu Xiaoqi's eyes lit up and he nodded again and again.

"I'll report to the sales department tomorrow."

The sales department climbs the fastest and is the most able to train people. In the end, Lu He still has a care for his relatives.

When I was young, I only had the gentle soft words of my mother. Later, one day when the boy was young, he suddenly grew up, and this world was only left with swords and swords. After all, he will not learn the method of having both worlds.

Lovers can't get it, and relatives can't get it.

The growth overnight was too rapid, and in this way, he achieved his two extremes.

But he will still care about his relatives because of a little kindness, awkwardly and indifferently.

It's a pity that the younger brother knows, and the father, he doesn't know.

Brother?

He had no brothers, only enemies.

Lu He went to the roof of the Lu family alone that night. This splendid and towering building is the hard work of Song Qing and his heart, and a glass of wine is poured into his stomach.

Lu He is a veteran old drunkard.

Song Qing drank from Lu He.

When he was young, he was so bad that he was in the bones, and he was only surrounded by a violent little mute who couldn't speak and was so beautiful that he didn't dare to sleep, and when he was powerless about the status quo, the two of them nested in a small house, drinking stolen brandy, and filling bottle after bottle.

He put three bottles into his stomach, and the twelve-year-old girl appeared in front of him, silently squatted beside him, picked up the brandy he had drunk, and poured a sip of it in his appearance, and then the little girl sprayed the whole sip of wine on his face.

The little mute was huffing and wanted to hit someone.

Lu Xiaoliu smiled, and really thought that little overlord was funny.

That day, he knew that the little mute was not a little mute, she could speak, because in Lu Xiaoliu's ridicule, the little mute said the first word.

One word.

"Grass!"

The little mute has no memory, but she is very good at beating people, and she has a lot of strength, Lu Xiaoliu just picked her up from the side of the road, because he wanted to sleep with her, after all, the girl is really beautiful, and for the eighteen-year-old Lu He, it can especially cause impulses.

As a result, the little mute couldn't beat it when she was sober, she didn't respond to the drug, she was dishonest five times, and she was beaten into a pig's head five times.

Later, Lu Xiaoliu learned to be obedient and took the little mute with him, and the little mute would help him beat the Swiss and the people in the compound who bullied him. And then later

Lu Xiaoliu often scolds, and the three-character scripture never leaves his mouth.

The most talked about is one word: grass.

Be concise and to the point.

So the little mute also remembered the word.

I don't know what it means, but I know that every time this person is unhappy, he will say this word.

The wine is really hard to drink!

I don't know how to express it, but the person laughs at him.

The little mute had no choice but to roar angrily: "Grass! ”

Lu Xiaoliu was stunned, and then laughed louder.

"Little Six, Little Six" Lu He sat on the sofa holding the wine bottle, as if he heard the voice of the little mute.

"Come here." Lu He was dizzy, but he was even bolder.

"Little Six." The shadow called out to him, and Lu He couldn't wait to catch her.

After hurriedly touching it for a long time, he touched a slender and cold hand, Lu He smiled, and with a force, he brought the person into his arms.

"Little mute." Lu He changed his hands with her, resting his head on her shoulder, like a stubborn and injured child.

"Yes." The girl answered.