Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

Lu Qianxun rushed to the attic.

At this time, the one-sided massacre in the house, Lu Beiye, who was full of violent killing intent, was beating Fu Siming violently.

Lu Beiye's eyes were scarlet, and the overwhelming anger continued to occupy his nerves.

Five or six Lu Yingweis in the house were intercepting Shi Qi and Wu Mo, and the scene was chaotic.

Lu Qianxun touched Fu Siming whose forehead was dripping with blood, and rushed towards the two of them, his voice raised a little.

"No, Dad."

Lu Beiye suddenly raised his head to look at the girl running over, and stopped what he was doing.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at the girl.

At this time, the girl was only wearing a thin nightdress, revealing her delicate and charming collarbone.

The girl's warm body threw herself into Lu Beiye's arms, hugged his strong arm for punching, and restrained his riot.

"Stop hitting, Dad."

Lu Beiye tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest, glared at the man on the ground, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Qianxun, he is just a person who looks pitiful on the surface, but his heart is extremely dark."

The various and complicated emotions in Lu Qianxun's heart collapsed instantly.

She let go of Lu Beiye, knelt down and hugged Fu Siming's neck to help him up.

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her bright eyes were clouded with mist, and she asked worriedly, "Fu Siming, how are you doing?"

At this moment, Fu Simingjun's face was covered with blood, and at this moment his head was buried in the girl's soft chest, his body stiffened suddenly, and his mouth and nose were full of the girl's fragrance.

The girl's exposed snow-white skin was like a deadly poison, glowing with luster.

At this time, some of the blood stains on his face had already stained the clothes on the girl's chest, and he felt unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.

How nice it would be to be in the arms of a girl all the time...

He looked back at Lu Qianxun's eyes deeply, his eyes were slightly astringent, and his voice was low and trembling: "Qianxun, I like you, and I will never give up on you."

As he spoke, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"I know, I know, stop talking."

Lu Qianxun's beautiful eyes were moist, and he quickly reached out to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Beiye's eyes were wide open, and he reached out to hold the girl's slender arm, and then he was about to pull the man who was nestling on the girl away.

"Chihiro!"

Lu Qianxun raised his head, his cold voice choked slightly: "Father, I always know who Fu Siming is, I know him very well."

With such a quick conversation, Lu Beiye looked a little flustered, "No, Chihiro, you don't know him at all, listen to Dad, stay away from him."

Suddenly Bai Fengying's anxious voice came from the door: "Beitano, what's going on?"

Then she looked at her granddaughter who was hugging a young man with blood all over her face at the moment, with a look of surprise on her face.

Boy Fu?

Lu Beiye frowned, his face livid: "Mom, why are you here?"

"My God! What did you do?!"

Bai Fengying quickly turned her head and said to Lu Xiong, "Lu Xiong, hurry up and call the family doctor."

Because of the situation of the Lu family, the villa in the northeast corner of the Lu family became the medical office of the family doctor, and a doctor stayed behind all the time.

Lu Xiong bowed his head, "Yes, old lady."

"Dad, I know you are very angry. Don't beat him anymore. He almost died in order to deal with the Huo family. He has just recovered."

His daughter's begging sound reached Lu Beiye's ears, his pupils shrank rapidly, and his heart roared.

But after a while, he calmed down and clenched his teeth.

"Let go of him first, Dad won't beat him up."

Lu Qianxun nodded, looked at Shi Qi and Wu Mo, "Come and help him up."

"Yes, Miss Lu." Wu Mo hurriedly walked towards them.

Fu Siming's left arm suddenly embraced the girl's slender and soft waist, and he didn't want to let her go.

Lu Qianxun froze and looked down at the man.

Seeing this scene, Lu Beiye's suppressed anger was aroused again, and he directly pulled away Fu Siming's hand from hugging his daughter's waist, grabbed his collar, and pulled him away from the girl's embrace.

Lu Qianxun showed panic and shouted, "Father!"

She was unsteady, and Lu Beiye hurried to support his daughter.

Immediately, he looked at He Sisi at the door, and scolded in a deep voice, "Don't bring the clothes here yet!"

"Yes, master."

He Sisi looked terrified, and hurriedly walked towards the father and daughter.

Wu Mo hurriedly supported Fu Siming who had been thrown away, with a worried look on his face.

After Fu Siming stood firm, his dark eyes locked on the girl's slender and graceful figure.

The girl's long, silky hair cascaded down her back, and her cold and delicate face made one feel ashamed of the holy beauty that she dared not desecrate.

Then Lu Beiye put the thick coat on the girl and sighed deeply.

"Chihiro, put on your coat first."

Lu Qianxun nodded obediently, "Okay, Dad."

10 minute later.

Fu Siming was taken to Lu's guest room for treatment.

Lu Qianxun went back to the room and changed out of the bloody nightgown, and left the room wearing a sweater and beige trousers.

He Sisi stood at the door of the room.

"Miss, the master asked you to go to the living room."

Lu Qianxun frowned slightly, and asked, "Where's Fu Siming?"

"Miss, he is being treated in the guest room at the end of the corridor, so you don't have to worry."

"okay, I get it."

Then Lu Qianxun came to the living room and accompanied Bai Fengying and Lu Beiye to watch the year.

But her mind was not on keeping the year old, but on Fu Siming.

**

The night is heavy and misty, Southeast Asia.

A handsome and cold man standing on the balcony looked at the night sky with a complicated expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then he looked into the distance and murmured softly, "Qianxun, Happy New Year."

"uncle."

A delicate boy looked at the young man at the balcony railing, and his immature voice sounded clearly.

The man said in a low voice, "Why don't you listen to me? Ah Yi."

Huo Yi lowered his eyes, and there was a little happiness in his eyes.

Because after almost two months of practice, he has been able to disassemble various types of firearms proficiently, and he can also complete the disassembly and complete assembly of a pistol within 20 seconds.

His uncle said that he was not allowed to touch the gun, but he practiced shooting harder during his uncle's training period.

"Uncle, Dad also agrees with me to practice shooting."

Huo Yan turned around with a cold expression.

"Ah Yi, what did I tell you!"

"Uncle, I don't understand. I belong to the Huo family, and I need to protect the Huo family in the future. Why don't you let me practice firearms? Besides, Huo Yin praised me for being extremely talented in this area, and my father also praised me!"

In the end, Huo Yi raised his voice a little, and a look of disappointment flashed in his beautiful eyes.

"But uncle, you don't want me to learn this, I don't understand!"

"A Yi, uncle, I..."

"Uncle, I am very interested in firearms. You once said that you would support what I like."

Huo Yan looked at the little boy in front of him and exhaled heavily.

How should he tell him that he doesn't want to be an enemy of the Lu family...