I'm a detective for Dongchang

Chapter 198 Untitled
Lu Xizhi stood up abruptly!

"Father!"

In an instant, the whole table stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

Especially Lu Zhonglian, desperately looking at her anxiously, that means: you sit down for me!

"Zhi Zhi, what's the matter? The food is not to your liking?" In the end, women are still careful. Li Wenjun knew that they might have mistaken the person. The daughter said that there is someone she likes, but it is not Wang Yuanzhi.

The master has found out clearly that although Wang Yuanzhi is an orphan, he is the only apprentice of the predecessor Zhang Yu whom many ministers respect. They are satisfied with such intelligence and character.Although it is just a meme now, the future is limitless.

But right now, judging from their attitude, do you think they are messing up?

On Lu Xizhi's side, his face was flushed red, and he stared at Wang Yuanzhi, seeing that his expression was a bit like holding a shit...

She bit the bullet and said: "Yu Zhi, you're welcome, braised pork is delicious." At the end: "I happen to have something to talk to you about on a case, I'm full."

After finishing speaking, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and ran out.

Lu Zhonglian thought his daughter was being shy, so he laughed and let her go out, then turned around and prepared to exchange cups with Wang Yuanzhi.

Fortunately, Wang Yuanzhi is also a smart person, so he understood the current round today, but he kept muttering in his heart, how could Master Lu's thoughts hit him?

Seeing the figure of Lu Xizhi running out, a flash of relief flashed in his eyes, and he restrained his petty little thoughts in an instant, drank two more glasses with Lu Zhonglian, and then got up to leave.

"Hey, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Don't you want to discuss the case with him?" Lu Zhonglian stood up, "Our Lu family doesn't have so many rules and regulations, stay away, don't worry."

"Master Lu, the younger generation is not good at drinking. It is not too late to discuss what Miss Lu said tomorrow, so I am leaving. I will visit you again when I have a chance."

Lu Zhonglian looked at the sky, and smiled: "It's easy to learn at a young age, but it's hard to grow old. You can't take an inch of time. Well, then I won't keep you. Let Xizhi bring you to my house when I have time."

Wang Yuanzhi nodded, and went out under Lu Zhonglian's eager gaze, and walked in a hurry, not noticing a luxury car parked diagonally across from Lu's residence.

Dong Hai kept staring at the gate of Lu's house, saw that the target person had left, and hurriedly reported back: "Factory supervisor, Wang Yuzuo just left."

Yuan Yanxi closed her eyes and did not make a sound.

"Wait!"

After waiting until late at night, the pedestrians on the road gradually disappeared until there was no one around, and when everything was silent, a man in black clothes stepped out of the carriage.

In a blink of an eye, the dignified owner of Dongchang, the young master of Zhenyuanhou's mansion, and Master Yuan of Yushu Linfeng disappeared into the twilight with one body. Donghai and others only had time to see the dark color disappear in the southeast corner of Lu's mansion.

Why is the factory supervisor always being a 'flower picker' recently?

No one knows what happened that night in a boudoir in the Lu Mansion, but the next day, the atmosphere in the East Factory was surprisingly harmonious. The factory supervisor was in a good mood and seemed to have slept well, but it was Miss Lu who was weird. Yes, it's already summer, and I'm wearing a high collar... I say hello warmly every day, but today I'm avoiding people like I saw a mouse.

"Miss Lu, what's wrong with your neck?" Bei Xue, a martial arts practitioner, saw the redness of Lu Xizhi's neck at a glance.

Lu Xizhi quickly pulled up his collar, blushed and shook his head, and changed the topic: "Let's go, let's go to Xianglianju."

　It’s the first time I’ve written a book, and I didn’t expect the development of the plot to change. This card is very difficult to pick up, and I don’t want to stop updating, so these three days are all one thousand and one thousand. I’m really sorry. Sincere apologies.

　　Calvin, I don't want to lose connotation and content... I have to plan well.

　　I beg your pardon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)