"Mr. Lu,"

Zhang Chi looked at what was in Lu Jingci's hand in shock, his tone surprised.

"This is?"

He saw with his own eyes that President Lu took the medicine out of his mouth, and from just now until now, President Lu had only drunk one bowl of medicine.

Was it given by the madam or by that old man Chu?

Lu Jingci took out a lighter and lit the thing in his hand, his lowered eyelashes covering his dark and deep eyes.

He opened the car window and looked at the mountains that were getting farther and farther away.

"How is the situation in Kyoto?"

The voice was low and hoarse, without any warmth.

"Uncle He made a phone call not long ago, and our people have confirmed that the location is still in the villa in the west of the city,"

When Zhang Chi thought about what he was about to say, his face became even uglier.

"As for the content of the call,"

He swallowed before continuing.

"Let all the media under the Lu family announce that you and your wife are divorced, and drive your wife out of Kyoto with nothing."

He had not yet figured out the purpose of Lu Minghui's doing this.

Cleanse yourself and leave home.

Get out of Kyoto.

Lu Jingci's slender fingers slowly rotated the black jade ring on his finger and he spoke slowly.

"Pei Yu."

His dark eyes were like an unmeltable cold pond.

Pei Yu?

Zhang Chi's heart skipped a beat, and Pei Yu's handsome, pale face immediately popped up in his mind.

The results of the autopsy of the body have not come out yet, so he didn't think of this person.

It seems that this incident is not only aimed at Mr. Lu, but also his wife.

His frown deepened.

The situation is more complicated.

"You stay,"

Lu Jingci's figure appeared gloomy and slender in the dim light, and Zhou Shen's temperament became even more sinister.

"There are two things you need to do."

"Yes,"

Zhang Chi nodded and dared not say anything.

-

"These are the only arrangements I know about President Lu."

Pei Yu's expression was gentle, but his tone was cold and indifferent.

"As for whether Mr. Lu has concealed this from me, you have to tell him himself."

He looked at Lu Minghui, his tone light and commanding.

"Mr. Lu, I'm in a hurry, please tell me the truth."

I originally thought that this little beast was doomed to die, so I didn't intend to hide many things from him.

Unexpectedly, he was stabbed in the back just as the plan began.

Lu Minghui's face looked extremely ugly, and he pursed his lips tightly, wanting to refuse to answer.

Pei Yu curled his lips and spoke slowly.

"You are a fool who refuses to drink the toast and drinks the forfeit."

He didn't know when a silver bracelet appeared in his hand. He shook it gently, and the bell hanging on it moved but no sound came out.

However, the next moment, a bone-eating and heart-burning pain suddenly hit me.

Lu Minghui groaned and fell to the ground, wailing that his life was worse than death.

Uncle He raised his eyebrows as he watched this strange scene, and looked at Pei Yu with scrutiny in his eyes, then slowly moved his body in front of Madam Lu.

Old Madam Lu did not look at Lu Minghui. Her attention was focused on the familiar silver bracelet in Pei Yu's hand.

"I said, I said..."

Lu Minghui squeezed out a few words painfully from the unbearable pain in his life, his voice was hoarse as if it was squeezed out from his throat.

Pei Yu stopped what he was doing.

Lu Minghui lay on the ground, breathing rapidly to calm the pain in his body.

In a short time, the cold sweat on his body had completely soaked his clothes.

"In addition to the previous ones, I also arranged my own people on Lu Jingci's private plane."

Although the probability of a private jet accident is low, it does exist.

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