"Aren't you afraid?" The Lord noticed Lu Chaoge's ease and asked doubtfully.
Lu Chaoge's eyes are still on the gorgeous style of clothes in the magazine, thinking that she should order a batch of autumn clothes. Although she has enough clothes, it's best not to repeat them. Otherwise, men will be tired of looking at them.
Hearing that the Lord is still asking questions, she answered perfunctorily and said, "Afraid."
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" The Lord is very curious about women. The more you don't understand a woman, the more curious you are.
"Afraid."
"— I don't see you afraid."
Lu Chaoge finally looked up and said in a sarcastic voice, "I've prepared for the worst. Now that moment has not come. "
In the battlefield of feelings, there is no fairness, only who loves who more.
Lu Zhaoge did not know what kind of feelings he had for Fang Yan. Was it familial love, adoration, attachment, or perhaps attachment?
She has never thought about this topic.
Because for her, it doesn't matter.
She lost her parents when she was a child and was an orphan living in the enemy's home. Her heart has long been hard, and her blood has long been cold.
Later, the miraculous appearance of her aunt gave her a clear understanding of her family. Where there are relatives, there is home. Although her aunt was burned to such a horrible appearance, she is also her most precious and only relative.
It is for this reason that she knows that her aunt is doing something crazy and does not object to it. She understands her aunt and understands how desperate and crazy it is to live and die.
However, her aunt, who loves her the most, is also dead.
If no one in the world loves you, then find someone you love.
Fortunately, there is Fang Yan.
The man who was betrayed by her, the man who blocked the knife for her, the man who pulled her out of the mud again and again.
If there is still light in the world, it is the place where Fang Yan is. If there is warmth in the world, it is when they watch the fireworks under the same sky.
Lu Chaoge's life was complicated yet simple, pitiful yet happy.
The three years of rapid development of the Rubik's Cube were also the most dangerous years for Lu Chaoge's personal safety. Countless conspiracies, countless traps, countless fire pits, countless assassinations, countless poisons and drinks, but she had survived them all.
She did not complain, and no one would listen to her.
She had never thought of retreating. She had nowhere to retreat to.
She had escaped too many times. She was lucky.
This time, she did not avoid it. That was her fate.
Sometimes, luck and fate were just a step apart.
The Lord was silent for a long time. When everyone thought that he had disappeared or was busy with other things, his voice came again. He sighed and said, "You are the most amazing woman I have ever seen."
"I don't want to say thank you."
When faced with a hostage who had kidnapped you, even if he praised you as the most beautiful woman in the world, you wouldn't have any good impression of him.
Lu Chaoge's eyes had turned to the magazine again, and she had lost interest in talking to the Lord God.
She just couldn't understand, how could there be such a long-winded kidnapper?
Didn't he understand that talking too much leads to mistakes? The more you talk, the easier it is to expose your own information and give the opponent a chance to take advantage of it?
"Mr. Bookworm, oh, perhaps it is more appropriate to call you Mr. Tiger? Now, I need you to do a very important thing — you don't mind self-dormancy, do you? "The voice of the Lord was teasing. "You know, your existence is a threat to us. We don't want to go to the devil's cave, you are still alive, and several young men can't get close. "
"Thank you for your attention to me." The bookworm said coldly. He pressed the watch button on his wrist, and a thin needle popped out of the watch's steel hole. He pricked the acupuncture point on his neck with the thin needle, and his body immediately collapsed on the seat.
"Thank you for your cooperation." The Lord God said to the unconscious bookworm.
"Turn left at the first intersection ahead, there is a big truck parked on the roadside — drive your car along the iron plate into the truck." The Lord God's words were obviously directed at the driver. Because now only the driver can execute his order.
Lu Chaoge did not speak, and the driver would not refute. He turned the steering wheel smoothly, and then drove their Mercedes-Benz through the iron plate into the truck compartment.
Clang —
The truck door closed automatically, and the compartment was as dark as night.
The dashboard of the Mercedes-Benz flashed a faint green light, and the faces of several people in the car were as gloomy as ghosts.
They felt that the truck began to move, driving to a distance that no one knew.
Devil's cave? What is that place? — —
You don't hit a smiling face.
Jiang Zhuliu has been smiling, and his posture is very low, so that Fang Yan can't reach out and hit him in the face.
Fang Yan doesn't like Jiang Zhuliu, and he doesn't like his father Kiang Long Tan even more. Even quite disgusted.
The father and son of the Jiang family are both hypocrites. Just because there is no evidence for something doesn't mean it didn't happen.
When her aunt died, Lu Chaoge was heartbroken, and the courage to survive was to revenge.
She wants to repay the pain the Jiang family gave her tenfold, a hundredfold.
After three years, Jiang Zhuliu came to invite Fang Yan and Lu Chaoge to attend his wedding, pretending that nothing had happened.
What kind of drama was he putting up?
Hearing that Fang Yan is willing to make time to attend his wedding, Jiang Zhuliu was very happy, and said with a smile, "Mr. Fang, your name shook Huacheng three years ago, and even after three years, there are still all kinds of legends about you in Huacheng. If I can invite Mr. Fang to attend my wedding, it will definitely add a lot of color to the wedding banquet. When the time comes, I will definitely toast to you a few more times. "
Fang Yan shook his head, and said, "I don't drink. I've already quit. "
"Oh?" Jiang Zhuliu's smile gradually disappeared, and he said with a regretful expression, "I've heard a little about your father, he is a true hero. The dead are long gone, and the living are like this. I'm sure uncle has another kind of fun in heaven — — don't be too sad while you're alive. "
Fang Yan looked at Jiang Zhuliu, and said, "What kind of fun is there in heaven? Why don't I send you up there to take a look? "
"— —" Jiang Zhuliu's expression was very awkward. Do you know how to talk? How can I continue this kind of conversation?
The human world is fine, why do I have to go to heaven? If you want to go up, go up there and accompany your father.
"I'm just joking, don't mind me," Fang Yan said with a smile. "We're friends, why would I send you up there? I'll send anyone who sends my father up there — — you didn't harm my father, did you? "
"Why would I do such a thing?" Jiang Zhuliu said with a face full of anger. "Don't harm your family. What grudge do I have with you, why would I do such a thing to your family? I also hope that Mr. Fang can find the real culprit and avenge your father. At that time, I will naturally accompany Mr. Fang and get drunk. "
"Thank you," Fang Yan said. "I don't drink."
"At that time, I'm sure Mr. Fang will be willing to drink to his heart's content."
Jiang Zhuliu was about to leave when Qin Ying suddenly barged in through the door. His face was ashen, and it was obvious that something big had happened.
"What happened?" Fang Yan had a bad feeling in his heart.
Qin Ying quickly walked in front of Fang Yan and said, "I just received a call from the guard team. They lost contact with Miss Lu's car."
"When?"
"Three minutes ago."
"Tell me in detail," Fang Yan said coldly, suppressing the anger in his heart.
"I lied to you, Miss Lu didn't stay at the research institute for a meeting, but went to the mall with her assistant to buy groceries," Qin Ying hurriedly explained, and reported the whole process of Lu Chaoge's disappearance to Fang Yan in detail. "Miss Lu finished her shopping, and the convoy began to return. While waiting for the traffic light at the intersection of Huacheng, the car that Miss Lu was in suddenly turned left, and the guard team behind was blocked by other cars, unable to follow closely — "
"After this sudden incident, the guard team immediately contacted the car that Miss Lu was in. However, Miss Lu's phone couldn't be connected, and Assistant An's phone couldn't be connected either — there were seven other communication tools between the two cars, including satellite communication equipment and wave transmission equipment. All communication methods were blocked. "
While Qin Ying was reporting the situation, Fang Yan had already opened the map on his phone and started to search for the area where Lu Chaoge went missing. His eyes were glued to the map, as if he wanted to drag Lu Chaoge out of the map.
"They suspect that Miss Lu was kidnapped, and are currently searching the area where the car went missing," Qin Ying said. "The guard team reported back the situation and awaited further instructions."
"Damn it."
Fang Yan grabbed the teacup in front of him and threw it at the opposite side. Jiang Zhuliu, who was holding the teacup and listening to the conversation between Fang Yan and Qin Ying, couldn't dodge in time, and his forehead was hit by the flying teacup.
Smack!
The teacup smashed onto Jiang Zhuliu's forehead, causing tea to splatter everywhere. A few tea leaves stuck to his face in an unsightly manner. The refined and elegant Huacheng's Four Young Masters looked miserable and battered at this moment.
Even a clay Buddha had some vitality, and Jiang Zhuliu's ability to maintain his vitality was extremely good. However, when faced with the humiliation of having tea splattered on his face, it was hard for him to bear.
Jiang Zhuliu was furious. He jumped up from the sofa, wiped the tea off his face, and shouted at Fang Yan, "Are you crazy? What are you doing? I'm also very worried about Lu Chaoge's disappearance — but what does this have to do with me? What right do you have to throw a teacup at someone? "
After flying into a rage, Fang Yan calmed down a little. He looked at Jiang Zhuliu guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, I was too angry."
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