After her death, the crazy boss killed all the villains and committed suicide

Lu Jing resigned.

Pei Yu's dull and sharp eyes were fixed on the handsome man sitting in a wheelchair not far away.

There are well-known rules for wealthy banquets.

——The later you appear, the more valuable your identity is.

The man came, but Xiao Yang didn't show up yet.

Her identity is obvious.

But how could this happen? It shouldn't be like this.

Pei Yu pursed his lips subconsciously, his eyes became darker, and he was obviously unwilling to accept his own guess.

Lu Jingci keenly noticed Pei Yu's gaze, opened his eyes and looked over at him calmly.

The two people's eyes met again from a distance.

One is strong, the other is deep.

A few seconds later, Pei Yu was the first to lower his eyes and drink the wine in one gulp.

Song Sili noticed Lu Jingci's gaze and spoke in a gentle voice.

"know?"

"I saw you yesterday,"

Lu Jingci withdrew his gaze indifferently, thought of Luo Yang's words yesterday, shook the wine glass in his hand, his eyes dark and unpredictable.

"What is the origin of this man?"

"Pei Yu, I found a doctor for Rourou from Country M,"

Song Sili looked in Pei Yu's direction, narrowed his eyes, and spoke in a low voice.

"It's not accurate to call him a doctor. He is good at detoxification and knows a little bit about medicine."

He is good at using poison and also understands Gu.

Lu Jingci raised his dark eyes again and looked at Pei Yu, with a chilling coldness in his eyes.

"A few days ago, he asked me to look into the information of a car, saying it was related to an old friend."

Song Sili looked at Lu Jingci and continued in a gentle voice.

"That car is yours."

He promised Jiarou to bring the person along so that it would be easier to tell Jingci about this matter.

Now it seems that Jing Ci doesn’t know Pei Yu.

The old friend Pei Yu was talking about could only be someone else.

Song Sili had some vague guesses in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

He guessed it, and Jing Ci could also guess it.

Lu Jingci placed his slender fingers on the wheelchair and slowly turned them, his dark eyes becoming even deeper.

"Brother Jingci——"

Song Jiarou walked up to the two of them with a wine glass in hand, her smile sweet and harmless.

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

Lu Jingci didn't say anything, didn't even raise his eyes, and his whole body was filled with chill.

Brother Jingci was so gentle to that woman, why was he so cold to her?

Song Jiarou looked at Lu Jingci, her eyes flashing.

If she hadn't seen it before, she would have thought that Brother Jingci would be like this to everyone.

But, she had seen it.

She exerted a little force on the fingers holding the wine glass, and the curve of her mouth faded unconsciously.

Song Sili took in Song Jiarou's expression, and his guess was completely confirmed, and his heart sank.

When did it start? How come he hadn't even noticed it before?

"Nothing to talk about,"

Song Sili spoke with a smile, breaking the silence.

"Come on, follow me and say hello to the people in the old house."

Song Jiarou's expression returned to normal. She looked in the direction of the people in the Song family's old house and spoke softly and coquettishly.

"Brother, I don't want to go."

Song Sili's expression remained gentle, but his tone was noticeably heavier.

"Rou Rou, don't be willful."

Song Jiarou understands her brother.

He never forces himself on such matters.

So when she heard the rejection, her expression froze for a moment before returning to normal.

"……it is good."

Song Sili took Song Jiarou away and spoke in a gentle and low voice to the other members of the Song family who were not far away.

"Rou Rou, you have grown up. You should know that many things in this world are destined and cannot be changed."

Song Jiarou paused slightly and looked at Song Sili, with a hint of suppressed panic in her voice.

"Brother, what do you mean by that?"

Song Sili pulled Song Jiarou past the Song family and walked to the rest area and sat down, staring intently at every expression on Song Jiarou's face.

"I mean,"

He lowered his voice to the softest level, his tone serious and gentle.

"You and Jingci are not suitable."