C11 He Put on a Straight Face and Said Why Aren't You Following Me

"Who are you?"

Wu Yong was half drunk and clearly did not react. He only stared at that person with widened eyes and even wanted to reach out to grab Lu Qinan.

The latter dodged to the side and saw Lin Qinghuan carefully standing behind the man and waving at her.

What is going on?

"Gu Chongshen. "

The man's expression was cold as usual. After a long while, he opened his thin lips and spat out two short and murderous words.

Wu Yong suddenly woke up from the wine!

There was only one person called Gu Chongshen in the entire Ming City. And this person was with Lu Qinan. . . .

He was completely shocked on the spot. When he raised his head, he saw Gu Chongshen walking over and glancing at him expressionlessly. Immediately, Lu Qinan grabbed him and left. His face was ashen, as if he was really angry.

"Fourth Uncle, why are you here?"

Lu Qinan's wrist was in pain from being grabbed. She only struggled to break free after she was dragged out of the room. She rubbed her wrist, feeling wronged.

"I just happened to see it. Miss Lu, right? Why don't we go over there and have a seat?"

Someone hit her. It was to smooth things over. Lu Qinan looked over and saw that it was a gentle and handsome man. She did not immediately respond. She lowered her head and muttered, "I still have something to do. "

The man narrowed his eyes and coldly glanced at her. "You still want to talk with Wu Yong?"

"Yes. . . "

She did not want to talk much, but there was nothing she could do. The entire Ming City was willing to accept it. There were very few people who were willing to take on the case. Otherwise, would she really watch her grandfather's inheritance be taken away?

She didn't know why she had offended that man with that "En. " Her face suddenly darkened. The hand that had fallen on her wrist quickly withdrew and she turned around.

"Up to you. "

He was so happy that one less thing happened.

After saying that, he was about to leave. Lu Qinan stood where she was and did not dare to chase after him. She looked at the man's straight and thin figure and only had a baffled expression.

Lin Qinghuan, on the other hand, finally dared to speak and hurriedly grabbed her to explain, "Fourth Uncle is doing it for your own good. Lawyer Wu drugged the wine. . . "

Lu Qinan was slightly stunned. Two seconds later, she quickly reacted.

"F * ck, XX!"

A string of profanities came out of her mouth and a trace of anger flashed across her small face. She suddenly turned around and kicked open the room door.

The man frowned slightly, and his gaze passed through the dim light. He saw the petite woman pour the liquid in the bottle onto that person's face. . .

After pouring it clean, he did not know what else to say. After a long while, he jogged out and changed his flattering face to look at him. His small face was white and tender as he took the initiative to grab the corner of his shirt.

"That, Fourth Uncle. Look, I didn't recognize good people just now. Don't be angry if you don't care about me, the prime minister, being able to hold the ship. "

The little girl in front of him was exceptionally clean. Even her eyes were black and shiny, as if the filth in this world had never been tainted. It was just that this set of clothes. . . Was an eyesore!

"I'm not angry. "

He opened his eyes and coldly took back the corner of his shirt.

"I'm not angry. He's not satisfied with his request. "

A mocking voice came from somewhere. Lu Qinan turned around and saw that the elegant noble young master was fiercely glared at. "If you don't speak, no one will think that you are a mute. "

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward.

Lu Qinan looked behind her. That seemingly gentle and harmless noble young master winked at her for a while? As if he had some evil idea?

"Why aren't you following me?"

A low voice came from the front and Lu Qinan did not react for a moment. She was stunned and raised her head to meet the man's dark eyes. When she was stunned, her wrist was already grabbed and half dragged forward. . .