This villain's style is crooked

night.

The moon is high, and the stars are shining.

After seeing off Fei Er and Zhao Youyou, Lu Cha did not go back to the villa with Lu Yuan, but sat side by side on the steps outside, looking up at the bright night sky.

The breeze is gentle, carrying the elegant fragrance of flowers, lingering around them.

Rarely quiet and peaceful.

Lu Yuan gently played with the girl's soft little hands.

The redness and bruises have long since faded, and the whiteness and tenderness of the past have been restored.

"Tomorrow night, I will take you to a place, okay?"

The venue for the proposal is almost ready.

After solving Wang Qikun, you can go to get the ring and make the final finishing touch.

Thinking that the little girl was about to marry him for real, Lu Yuan's eyes turned into a stream of melting spring water, rippling with lingering tenderness.

Lu Cha obediently responded with a yes.

The slightly drooping long eyelashes blocked the dark light floating in the bottom of the eyes.

She naturally knew what Lu Yuan would do tomorrow.

Thanks to her demon power, Wang Qikun managed to hide until now without being found.

Lu Cha leaned on Lu Yuan's shoulder, and the corners of her lips curled into a relaxed arc.

The main task has been completed, the last wish of the original owner.

Finally, it's almost over.

Thinking that the little girl was tired, Lu Yuan tilted his head lightly, resting his chin on the top of her head, doting on her with a smile:

"Shall we go back and rest?"

Lu Cha didn't speak, but just hooked his neck.

Lu Yuan, who understood, gently picked her up and walked into the villa.

The bright moon in the night sky behind him was obscured by the thin clouds slowly drifting over, making it dim and gloomy.

It seems that the two of them have their own thoughts hidden.

-

The next day.

At 8:53, study room.

Lu Yuan checked the bullets in the gun, and there was a gloomy evil spirit in his long and narrow eyes.

His people just called.

Wang Qikun has already appeared, but it is unclear exactly where to ambush him and attack him.

But the most likely one is the mountain road leading to the manor.

Remote enough and easy to come by.

Much better than the bustling streets.

Regardless of the choice, there is only one final result for Wang Qikun - that is to die in his hands.

Just like the Wang family couple two years ago, shed all the blood in his body to heal the depression in his heart.

Lu Yuan smiled wantonly, and put the gun inside.

Just as he was about to leave, his right eyelid suddenly jumped.

For no reason, I panicked for a moment.

He subconsciously asked Uncle Zhou next to him: "Where's Chacha?"

"Miss Lin is playing with snakes in the room."

"Don't let her leave the manor today." As if feeling unsafe, Lu Yuan added:

"I couldn't stop her, so I nailed the outside of her door with wooden boards."

"She doesn't have a weapon in her bedroom, so she can't break it."

Uncle Zhou: "..."

Although he didn't understand Mr. Zhou's approach, Uncle Zhou took his servants to follow suit.

And before closing the door, enough food and water were sent inside.

Lu Cha, who was sitting on the bed, had a gloomy gaze.

There were construction sounds outside and Uncle Zhou's helpless words:

"Miss Lin, please bear with me."

"When sir comes back, I will let you out immediately."

Lu Cha poked the skull expressionlessly, and responded to Uncle Zhou with a sly smile.

Why don't you just knock me out and tie me up?

She snorted softly and walked to the window sill.

Lu Yuan had already driven out of the gate.

After looking at the soft lawn below, to make sure there were no servants nearby, Lucha rolled up her sleeves and jumped down nimbly.

Perfect landing.

Immediately, she walked furtively against the wall and turned over the fence of the manor.

The smile on his face was sly and wicked.

Good show, it's about to start~

-

at the foot of the mountain.

inside the car.

Lu Yuan felt more and more uneasy.

Just about to call Uncle Zhou to confirm whether Lu Cha is at home.

Boom——Suddenly a large truck nearly three meters high rushed out from the side road and came straight towards them.

;The same as two years ago, the fiery red color is like the evening glow.

Behind the huge windshield.

An ordinary-looking man firmly stepped on the accelerator, his face distorted with hatred, and an angry roar came from afar:

"Go to hell, Lu Yuan!!!"

The driver who had been prepared for a long time reversed the steering wheel immediately, and the car veered to the left suddenly.

Accompanied by the sharp sound of metal scraping, it barely avoided the oncoming truck.

Lu Yuan quickly drew his gun and shot at Wang Qikun, who was driving opposite him.

The bullet that was supposed to pierce through the glass and hit the opponent's neck was strangely missed by an inch and embedded in the hard car body.

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed.

Seeing that the truck was about to hit again, it was at a critical moment.

The bodyguards he had previously arranged arrived in separate cars, and quickly turned the rear of the car around to block in front of the truck.

Zizizi——Countless tires rubbed against the ground fiercely, sparks flew everywhere, and thick smoke billowed out.

It was not until two black cars were crushed in a row that the truck stopped slowly.

Wang Qikun, who was hit by the steering wheel just now and his head was bleeding, seemed to be indifferent to the pain, and immediately raised the gun under the seat.

Before he could pull the trigger, he was subdued by two bodyguards who climbed into the car, dragged him out of the car, and pressed him firmly to the ground.

Wang Qikun struggled violently, the blue veins on his neck bulged frighteningly:

"Go away! Let me go! Believe it or not, I'll kill you all!"

pat.

The expensive leather shoes were reflected in his angry eyes.

Lu Yuan looked down at Wang Qikun contemptuously.

The toe of the shoe touched his trembling cheek, full of insults:

"This face is quite ugly."

Wang Qikun, who was still angry just now, suddenly smiled strangely, and a ray of silver light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the bodyguard who held him down lost all his strength for no reason.

Wang Qikun took the opportunity to break free, quickly pulled out the pistol hidden in his clothes, and put his index finger on the trigger.

Lu Yuan froze in place for an instant.

He stared fixedly at the serial number engraved on the body of the gun - L17.

This is his gun.

Also, the gun that Lucha took away in the garden before.