Chapter 271: Murong Xue

The woman in the photo is smiling, but the man sitting opposite is not Lu Yiyou.

Xinchang's body froze for a moment, and then Lu Yiyou sat on the ink-colored sofa, and the hand holding the photo didn't use a lot of strength, but his whole person was too serious now.

After a long time, just when the assistant thought that Mr. Lu would not say anything, he suddenly opened his mouth directly, "Who gave you these photos?" ”

The assistant lowered his head, sensing Lu Yiyou's displeasure, so his voice was still a little tentative when he spoke now.

"Mr. Lu, these photos were sent by Jack, and Jack said that someone sent them to his mailbox."

Lu Yiyou's ink eyes narrowed dangerously, he now looked like a lion who was about to get angry, and he was always calm before the storm came.

"Tell me to ask Jack to check the ID of the person who sent the photo." Lu Yiyou was talking, and his eyes never left the photo at all.

His eyes grew darker and more dangerous.

Even the assistant didn't dare to look up at him, just bent over and lowered his head to answer, "Mr. Lu, Jack said it, I can't find the other party's ID." ”

Lu Yiyou's whole body paused, his ink eyes were full of the person in the photo smiling very hotly, and then the two looked at each other.

I don't know if it's the angle of the shooting or what, but there are times when there is even an interaction between the eyebrows and eyes between the two people.

Lu Yiyou pinched the photos as fiercely, and a stack of photos was pinched as quickly as possible, and then he went straight to the photos in his hand to the sky.

The photos that swayed down were like Lu Yiyou's heart, falling down from the sky.

When it falls to the ground, it looks light, but in fact, it is extremely cruel.

"Can't find ID?" After Lu Yiyou muttered these words, he stood up from the sofa, and the whole person looked extremely solemn.

"Then I'll go back and find it!"

When he had finished speaking, he moved and prepared to pack his luggage.

Fortunately, the assistant on the side had the courage to hook at this time, and the assistant stepped forward to grab Lu Yiyou and reminded, "Mr. Lu, have you forgotten that there is an important date for today's matter?" Otherwise, this trip to the United States would be meaningless?! ”

Lu Yiyou was gently pulled, and then the whole person returned from impulse to reason.

The assistant was afraid that Mr. Lu would go back to China directly on impulse, and he was still saying, "When this contract is signed, Lu Shi will open up the market in the United States, and it will be a revolutionary contract!" ”

Lu Yiyou's brows moved faintly, his low face was less solemn than just now, but more distressed.

He glanced at his assistant, then asked, "Give me my itinerary for today." ”

The assistant took out the mobile phone with a large screen, and after pressing it, it was Lu Yiyou's itinerary today.

He glanced at it, the time was twelve o'clock at noon, and at lunchtime, the daughter of the Murong family would come here to look for him.

Lu Yiyou glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, "Okay, you go down first." ”

After the assistant got the order and made sure that Mr. Lu would not leave so easily, he went down with peace of mind.

About the photo, he also listened to the assistant jack in China, the woman in the photo is Mr. Lu's current girlfriend, and then the man in the photo is a well-known oil painter, I heard that Mr. Lu's girlfriend was a painter before, the two of them ate and chatted alone, and they were photographed helping women put on clothes when they were in the parking lot, such a warm gesture, plus the two of them talked very happily at the dinner table.

Not to mention Mr. Lu himself, even if they saw it, they also felt that there must be something in it.

They all felt angry when they saw it, and Mr. Lu himself...

The assistant lowered his head and sighed and walked out of the presidential suite.

And if Lu Yiyou said that the anger just now was his protective color, then now he is only in his own room, and he doesn't even need a protective color.

He sat on the inky couch, the sun shining on him, but there was no temperature at all.

Los Angeles was already a little cold, and the air conditioner was obviously on in the room, but Lu Yiyou felt very cold all over.

His ink eyes still couldn't help but glance at the photos on the ground, he was very willing to believe Shang Wu, and even believe her unconditionally, but what about these photos?

What is the reason for the existence of photos?

Cary's coat was ambiguously on her shoulder, and she looked at Cary and smiled, looking back like that, so moving.

The two people at the dinner table, holding hands, had a good conversation?

Lu Yiyou's eyes were a little moist, and he hated this feeling, because the older generation taught him that men can't shed tears when they say anything.

Especially the men of the Lu family.

In the huge room, there was a sudden low cry, with a faint sadness in the low magnetism.

He wanted to call Shang Wu and ask what was going on, but he felt that he didn't need to ask these things at all, so did he need to ask?

Isn't it all written in the photo?

He thought he would go back immediately, and asked her why she was doing this in front of her, but he was afraid that she would not even find an excuse in such a hurry that she would be in such a hurry.

The whirlpool of emotions is spinning at an accelerated pace.

Lu Yiyou felt very uncomfortable in the center of this whirlpool.

It's not just the psychological discomfort, but also the physical discomfort.

He felt that every time he recalled Shang Wu, he had a feeling that his head was about to explode, like the dull feeling of a cassette tape, he always felt like he had lost some important memories, but he couldn't remember it desperately, the more uncomfortable and desperate he felt in his heart, the more a vague voice appeared in his mind, in a house that was not unfamiliar.

Walking, laughing, and having fun.

"Ahh

After Lu Yiyou roared angrily, his hands hung down on the top of the sofa, and his whole eyes were red.

——

Twelve.

The weather in Los Angeles is beautiful today, and the sun is so sunny that you can't even keep your eyes open, especially during this midday hour.

The hotel where Lu Yiyou lived is a place where the rich often come, it is fully equipped, equipped with high-end equipment, and excellent service, after Lu Yiyou got off the elevator, he sat straight in the restaurant next to the hotel, waiting for the daughter of the Murong family.

The screen in his hand displayed Murong Xue's personal information.

Twenty-seven years old, he grew up in China, and this time he only came to the United States to accompany his parents at their request.

There are also some things that Murong Xue likes and a personal resume written on it, Lu Yiyou is too lazy to look at it, he is not here to recruit employees, let alone go on a blind date, so these things are of little use to him.

He was just curious why Murong Xue had to discuss cooperation with him in person.

What's more, this Murong Xue is not a person who helps his family do business at all, but a stubborn rich daughter who can do whatever she wants, and is spoiled by her parents.

Outside the restaurant, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the figure of an oriental beauty attracted the attention of many people.

Murong Xue's figure is tall and tall, and he is one of the few big skeletons among the Orientals.

In the eyes of Westerners, this kind of figure is simply the perfect Oriental figure.

She walked over, and Lu Yiyou even saw someone whistling at her.

It's Murong Xue, that's right.

When Murong Xue accurately stood in front of Lu Yiyou's dining table, she asked bluntly, "Lu Yiyou?" What's wrong? Didn't you say you wouldn't talk to me about the case? ”

Lu Yiyou's dark eyes were introverted, he didn't want to talk about this case with Murong Xue before, he was completely afraid of being rumored by some well-intentioned people, and he was afraid that a woman in the family would think about it.

But—

Now it seems that there is no need to be afraid of her thinking, right?

Lu Yiyou got up, helped Murong Xue pull the table and chair in front of her, and then returned to her chair gracefully, "Sit down." ”

His whole person is very awe-inspiring, but the gentleman who helps the other party pull the chair is not sycophant.

Murong Xue smiled very frankly, she sat down, glanced at Lu Yiyou with a very charming look, and said provocatively, "Mr. Lu, what about me, I can't stand who is such a gentleman to me, aren't you afraid that I will like you?" ”

Lu Yiyou glanced at the waiters walking back and forth in the restaurant, and said, "Well, men who like gentlemen are right?" ”

His eyes looked towards the middle of the restaurant and motioned for Murong Xue to look over there as well.

Murong Xue looked over curiously, and then found that the waiter in the restaurant was pulling a chair for the lady who had just arrived.

"You!"

Murong Xue said a little angrily, but this did not hinder Murong Xue's good mood.

She cocked her long legs, and then touched Lu Yiyou's legs intentionally or unintentionally, Lu Yiyou's ink eyes glanced up and down, and then pushed the chair back with the strength of her back, and the distance was widened.

Murong Xue smiled, "Yo? Sure enough, as rumored by the outside world, Mr. Lu only loves Miss Shang of his own family? ”

As soon as the word Miss Shang came out, Lu Yiyou paused.

As if he had been hit, after a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect it, Miss Murong, you still know me quite well?" ”

There were some doubts in his tone, and Lu Yiyou felt that Murong Xue in front of him must know him, otherwise he would not have shown such a familiar expression.

Murong Xue smiled, "The people of this A city, why don't they know you Lu Yiyou?" ”

She changed her angle and still stared directly at the person in front of her.

Lu Yiyou's whole person was condensed, "Yes, Miss Murong, your whole family is in the United States, but you live in City A." ”

When it came to Murong Xue's whole family, her expression was unnaturally relaxed, as if she had mentioned something she was more unhappy with.

Soon, though, her expression returned.

"What's the matter, Mr. Lu wants me to go to your house to have a partner? Afraid that I will be alone and helpless in City A? ”