Chapter 608 The confidence of the cycle

   "Huh?" Hang Jing was stunned, "You mean that the three young masters all know?"

  Cycling nodded, "Xinghe is very smart. The moment Gu Yanan died, he knew that I knew this, and that I was involved in contributing to Gu Yanan's death."

   "Then... Vice President, you are not afraid of the third young master..."

   Hang Jing's worries became stronger.

   But the cycle laughed instead, "I've known Xinghe for five years, do you think I don't even have the confidence?"

  Hang Jing looked at the cycle, this is more than confidence, it is full of confidence.

   "Vice President, I always feel that you and San Shao have known each other for a long time, even for many years."

   In fact, Hang Jing has felt this way for a long time.

   "You never asked me to investigate San Shao, but since you started paying attention to him, you seemed to be very familiar with his character, habits, and even some of his little-known hobbies."

  For example, the myth of Beicheng, who is praised by everyone, actually likes to play musical instruments, and also worships a band that has been out of fashion for many years.

  For example, the meals sent by the dynasty to Si's house in recent years have never included onion, **** and garlic.

   For example, how to accurately grasp the scale, so that San Shao, who has always been vigilant, can relax a little bit.

  Hang Jing has never seen Zhou treat a person so carefully, but he has never seen him spend any extra thought on Si Xinghe.

   It seems that his love for Si Xinghe and his preference for understanding Si Xinghe have long been deeply imprinted in the bones of the cycle. As long as he sees this person, it will naturally reveal itself.

  Cycle did not respond, because Si Xinghe had already driven the car over and stopped in front of the two of them.

   "Don't get in the car yet?"

   Secretary Xinghe looked at the cycle.

  Cycle said nothing, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in.

   The car sped away, and Hang Jing was forgotten in place.

  Hang Jing: "..."

   In front of Lu's house, Lu Nanqing knelt at the door with her son in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks.

   "Dad, brother, I was wrong, please forgive me."

   "Now that the Gu family is down, if you don't help me, our mother and son will really end up on the streets."

   "Dad, are you really so cruel, don't you care about your daughter's life or death?"

   After a long time, the servants came out.

   "Miss Lu, the eldest young master and the eldest young lady went on vacation with the master and the young master Sun. They are not at home."

  Lu Nanqing was stunned. For this drama, she also specially found a reporter, spent money to clear it up, made sure to make headlines, and bought a lot of sailors, hoping to use the pressure of public opinion to help her return to the Lu family.

   Unexpectedly, she has been crying here for a long time, but there is no one at home!

   "Lu Wanqin, it must be Lu Wanqin, she did it on purpose!"

  Lu Nanqing stood up and said bitterly.

   "Mom, when are we going home? I'm uncomfortable." Gu Jiamu's injury has not yet healed. After tossing with Lu Nanqing for so long, he couldn't hold it any longer.

  Lu Nanqing handed him to the servant, "Son, you stay at your grandpa's house for a while. Mom will go to the wicked woman to settle the bill, and come back later to buy you something delicious."

   "Miss Lu, this can't be done..."

"What can't you do? I'm the daughter of the Lu family! Even if there was something unpleasant with my dad, I'm still his daughter, my brother's sister, and your grandson and nephew in your arms. I Tell you, you take good care of my son, otherwise, when my brother comes back, let him fire you!"

  The servant had no choice but to leave Gu Jiamu temporarily, but he waited for a while, several hours passed, it was dark, and Lu Nanqing did not come back.

   Severe cold and fever, I barely wrote a chapter, let’s do it today, I can’t hold it anymore

   PS: The seasons are changing, and the flu is prevalent recently, so all the cuties should pay more attention.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)