She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

Three questions in a row, each sentence full of hostility.

Zhou Gu raised his eyebrows and glanced around him.

Looking at him like this, he looks like he is just starting to fall in love.

So he is the woman's admirer?

"Young Master Lu, China values ​​etiquette. It seems inappropriate for you to ask questions as soon as you come up, right?"

The young man snorted coldly and sat back without waiting for him to sit down.

"Where's my love sister? I want to see her."

Zhou Gu walked over to sit across from him. Compared to the impulsive and irritable young man, he seemed much calmer and more composed.

It is the stability accumulated over the years, it is natural and cannot be faked.

"Qingqing, when you go out, it's the same thing if you have anything to say to me. I can represent her."

"Bah." Young Master Lu snorted at him, "Representing her? Why do you have such a big face?

If I were you, I would definitely hide far away to avoid bringing disaster to her again. "

Zhou Gu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said to the door: "Butler, see the guests off."

Lu Mian: "..."

He jumped up from the couch again.

"People with the surname Zhou are afraid of you all over China, but I am not afraid."

Zhou Guxiao looked at him, nodded and said: "Your father is a high-ranking official in Kyoto and holds great power.

You really don’t have to be afraid of me, but that doesn’t stop me from inviting you out, right? "

"you……"

Young Master Lu walked back and forth around the coffee table several times, and finally decided not to fight head-on.

He knew that the man opposite him was not afraid of death.

There were even rumors in the past that he wanted to die, and anyone who provoked him would be skinned and cramped.

After sitting back down, he softened his tone and said: "Some time ago, the miracle doctor Gui Luo developed a special medicine.

After my mother learned about it, she tried her best to ask her for a bottle, which cured my stubborn illness.

Later I learned that Gui Luo was Miss Wen, so I asked someone to check her whereabouts, and finally found her here.

Everyone in the Lu family knows how to repay a favor, so I made this trip in person to say thank you to my beloved sister back then. "

Zhou Gu lowered his head slightly and said shamelessly: "I accepted your thanks for her.

If there's nothing else, you can go and I won't have to stay at your place for dinner. "

"you……"

Why should this shameless man win his affection for Wen Qing?

"I won't leave. I will stay here until I see my beloved sister."

Zhou Gugang was about to issue an order to expel the guests, but then he thought about it and his thin lips curled up slightly.

If you don't want to go, don't go. He is just the place where he can be useful.

"Butler, arrange a guest room for Young Master Lu."

The butler standing outside responded yes.

Zhou Gu was thinking about his daughter and had no time to chat with the boy. He stood up and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Lu Mian quickly asked, "Are you still entangled in Wen Qing?"

Zhou Gu slowly turned around and looked at him with a smile, "She gave birth to a pair of children for me. Shouldn't I give them a complete home?"

"..."

Shameless bitch.

...

International airport.

Just after Sheng Wan and the little guy left, a special plane bound for Greece slowly took off.

In front of the giant glass window, a slender figure stood quietly.

It was the young woman the little guy saw in the private room.

She had taken off her veil, revealing a beautiful face.

This face looks exactly like Wen Qing.

Even if you look carefully, you can't see any difference.

The middle-aged housekeeper walked up behind her, nodded and said: "Your Excellency, the situation in the royal family is very serious, and the queen can't suppress him anymore.

You shouldn't go back at this time, you know, he hates you, and if you fall into his hands, there will be no good results. "

The young woman didn't respond. She glanced at the large parking lot of the airport, and the image of the little boy calling his mother came to mind again.

If her child was still alive, he would be this old.

"Don't disturb the warmth. This civil war has nothing to do with her."