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

"I don't know if your father has it."

A bright light flashed in the depths of Xu Qinlan's eyes, and she spoke before Lu Minghui.

"I have one here."

Lu Linchuan looked at Xu Qinlan with a dark look in his eyes.

Lu Minghui also glanced over indifferently without saying anything, waiting for her next words.

Xu Qinlan squinted her eyes and smiled.

"Song family."

When Lu Minghui heard these two words, he narrowed his eyes so deeply that it was impossible to tell his emotions.

Lu Linchuan frowned, his eyes filled with complex surprise.

"You mean, Song Jiarou?"

"That's right,"

Xu Qinlan raised her eyebrows, with a hint of criticism in her words.

"Although the Song brothers and sisters have fallen out with the Song family, Song Sili is a scheming and resourceful person,"

She looked at her husband and son and continued.

"In my opinion, it will soon surpass the Song family's old house and become the true head of the Song family."

Song Sili is indeed a character.

Neither Lu Minghui nor Lu Linchuan refuted this.

But precisely because of this, it is even more impossible.

Seeing that her husband and son did not refute immediately, Xu Qinlan continued to speak with a smile.

"Besides, although Song Jiarou is not in good health, her looks and temperament are impeccable. Wait..."

"Mom, you forgot the most important thing,"

Lu Linchuan interrupted Xu Qinlan with an indifferent look.

"Song Sili is good friends with Lu Jingci, there's no way he would marry Song Jiarou to me."

Deep down, he also didn't like that kind of sickly person.

"I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice, how could I not have thought of it?"

Xu Qinlan picked up the tea and took a sip, with a hint of pride in her eyes.

"Song Sili dotes on his sister Song Jiarou. As long as she nods, he won't object."

She looked at her outstanding son with a determined look on her face.

"As for how to take down Song Jiarou, it depends on your performance. It's understandable to use some tricks when necessary. What do you think, Minghui?"

Her son is no worse than anyone else.

If it weren't for the old man in the old house being partial, he should be the current head of the Lu family.

Lu Linchuan also looked at Lu Minghui.

They had never considered this possibility before, and given their father's cautious nature, he probably wouldn't agree to it.

Lu Minghui pursed his lips, leaned against the back of the chair and pondered for a moment before he slowly spoke.

"Song Sili and Song Jiarou will both be attending the banquet the day after tomorrow, so let's try to get in touch with them first."

Although Song Sili is Lu Jingci's good friend, a friend is never as good as one's own biological sister.

If Linchuan can really win Song Jiarou's favor, it is not impossible to get Song Sili to stand by his side.

If not, consider other possibilities.

Lu Minghui frowned slightly, but did not object.

"I see."

-

Lu's Manor, in the master bedroom.

Luo Yang's face was cold and his eyes were calm without any ripples.

"Without the previous agreement, I would not come to Kyoto."

"After I cure you, I will let me go."

"I don't like Kyoto, and I don't like you either."

……

Lu Jingci frowned.

He opened his eyes and looked to his side, his unfathomable eyes filled with surging emotions that had not yet dissipated.

Luo Yang's soft long curly hair was casually spread on the pillow. Her sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful, with a slight blush on her cheeks from deep sleep, as if she was living a peaceful life.

Yangyang was lying next to him.

Lu Jingci's eyes gradually regained clarity.

It's a dream.

A nightmare for the spectator's vision.

In the dim light of the sleeping lamp, he traced Luo Yang's face in the air with his fingers, slowly and meticulously, as if he wanted to carve the person in front of him into his soul.

Luo Yang seemed to sense something and frowned.

The next moment, she seemed to have hit a navigation system and accurately and skillfully slipped into Lu Jingci's arms.

When her cheek touched the artery in his neck, her brows relaxed and she instantly calmed down.

Lu Jingci listened to the gentle breathing beside him, felt the body temperature of the person in his arms, and the corners of his mouth curved up. His narrow, dark eyes, which had been covered with frost just now, became extremely gentle.

That kind of dream will never happen.

-

The next day, morning.

Luo Yang sat up from the bed, staring blankly at the void in front of him.

After a while, his eyes gradually regained clarity.

She got off the bed and saw a set of silk home clothes of the same style as Lu Jingci's. The corners of her mouth immediately narrowed uncontrollably.

When he came to the living room, Luo Yang was shocked by the scene in front of him.