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

"Song Jiarou is here,"

Luo Yang looked at Lu Jingci and spoke softly.

"Let's go and get this sorted out."

She also wanted to know if Song Jiarou treated her like this because of A Ci.

"it is good."

Lu Jingci withdrew his gaze from Zhang Chi and became gentle again when he looked at Luo Yang.

the other side.

"Ms. Song, please——"

Song Jiarou followed Xu Xing into the manor. Her face was pale, almost transparent, and her expression was calm. She looked around the scenery in the manor with her gloomy and cold eyes.

The last time she came here was ten years ago when she was rescued from the fire by Brother Jing Ci.

She once thought that she would be the woman who lived here and the only hostess of Lu’s Manor.

did not expect.

Thinking of Luo Yang, Song Jiarou's eyes dimmed, she tightly grasped the bag in her hand, and her expression became gloomy.

If it weren't for this little bitch, everything would have gone according to the script.

At this point, she didn't regret attacking that woman, she only regretted not using a more direct method and killing that bitch directly! !

backyard.

Luo Yang lowered her head to make tea, her movements were elegant and her expression was serene.

Lu Jingci looked at her gently, his eyes focused as if Luo Yang was the only one left in the world.

This was the scene Song Jiarou saw when she was brought in by Xu Xing.

Her brows were instantly furrowed, and her nails gradually dug into her palms, barely able to maintain the expression on her face.

"Brother Jingci."

The voice was weak and soft, no different from usual.

As for Luo Yang, she completely ignored him.

The fact that he can still maintain his current state of mind at this point can only be attributed to his good mental quality.

Luo Yang looked up at Song Jiarou and continued to make tea.

Lu Jingci looked up at Song Jiarou, his eyes dark and cold, as if he was looking at an object that disgusted him.

"Why do this?"

Song Jiarou met Lu Jingci's gaze, her heart filled with bitterness.

"What do you mean? Brother Jingci, I don't understand what you are saying."

Lu Jingci's eyes became increasingly cold, and the cold aura around him was like a net covering the backyard, making people shudder.

"Bring people here."

Zhang Chi nodded and left with his people.

The phone in Xu Xing's arms rang. He put it to his ear and then looked at Lu Jingci.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Song and Mr. Qi are here."

Brother, you shouldn’t have come.

Song Jiarou bit her lip, her eyes filled with embarrassment.

Lu Jingci curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, and his calm voice contained an extremely cold and deep aura.

"Let them in."

Luo Yang's expression didn't change much, his face shrouded in the steaming tea mist was as cold as ever.

Given how much Song Sili values ​​Song Jiarou, he will definitely come.

As for Qi Jing, he must be a lobbyist invited by Song Sili.

Song Sili and Qi Jing walked in and looked at Song Jiarou.

Song Jiarou just lowered her head and didn't look at anyone.

Pei Yu's gaze fell on Luo Yang the moment he walked in.

Seeing that she was fine, his frown slowly relaxed.

At this moment, a cold, deep and very present gaze looked over, and the strong possessiveness in it almost became material.

Pei Yu's heart tightened slightly and he withdrew his gaze.

"Jing Ci——"

Song Sili spoke in a hoarse voice, his calm and composed face full of solemnity.

Lu Jingci interrupted Song Sili, his low voice lacking any emotion.

"I've arrived just in time. Let me get to know you first."

Zhang Chi and a group of mercenaries threw several men and a corpse on the ground.

The corpse was covered in blood and looked extremely miserable, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.

When Song Jiarou saw the familiar scene of death, her eyes trembled and her face became even paler.

Song Sili's attention was on the dying Zhao Ping, and his hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists.