Just like dust

Chapter 291
When they returned to the old house, several servants were cleaning up the mess, but no one dared to move Lan Xiu without Lan Luochen's order.

This once brilliant and invincible Young Master Sun of the Lan family was abandoned in a pool of blood like this.

Lan Luochen took out a cigarette from his pocket, leaned against the pillar by the door, and smoked slowly.

Lan Xiu didn't die, he just fainted from the beating, but Lan Luochen didn't show mercy at all, every punch hit a vital point, even if he was sent to the hospital, he would have to recuperate for two to three months Yes, to get out of bed and walk around.

This is to teach him a lesson temporarily, as for his little life, he can take it anytime, anywhere in the future.

"You carry him down, if he dies in the old house, it's too bad luck." Lan Luochen crushed out the cigarette butt.

The butler is so smart, of course he understands that Lan Luochen is relieved, the meaning in his words is obviously to let him go.

He hurriedly recruited servants to lift Lan Xiu up.

But at this time, Lan Luochen raised his hand again, stopped their movements, walked gracefully to Lan Xiu's side, gave him a condescending look, and then put his left hand in his trousers pocket. He took it out and lifted it up slowly.

The old butler was startled, wondering if the Seventh Young Master was still beating him up?
But in the next second, Lan Luochen just waved his hand and swept over his body.

I don't know if it was because of being too nervous, which caused the old eyes to be dizzy. At that moment, the housekeeper seemed to see a dazzling light hit between Lan Xiu's legs, and a short dazzling fire appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Xiu, who had passed out, suddenly let out a horrible scream, "Ah—" After a painful roar, he rolled his eyes instantly and passed out again.

Only then did Lan Luochen withdrew his left hand, straightened his wrinkled cuff calmly, turned and left the old house expressionlessly.

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When Lan Luochen returned to her villa, Yu Pianran was pacing back and forth in the living room like an ant on a hot fire.

She was still wearing the same slippers and patient gown, disheveled hair, and a dirty little face that hadn't been washed. She was talking to herself, like a patient suffering from mental depression. Extremely nervous.

"Seventh Young Master, you are back." Tingting at the gate of the villa called out first.

Only then did Yu Pianran come back to her senses, she turned around and saw Lan Luochen lazily taking off her coat and throwing it into Tingting's hands, she changed into her slippers and stepped into the entrance.

Yu Pianran ran over quickly, grabbed Lan Luochen's arm hastily, and asked, "Luo Chen, how is Lan Xiu doing? Did you beat him to death?"

Hearing this, Lan Luochen's expression was ugly, his lips were tightly pursed, his brows were furrowed, and his handsome face was so gloomy that water dripped out.

He ignored Yu Pianran, but bypassed her, walked into the living room by himself, and went straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

Yu Pianran was a little baffled, but she wasn't angry, and just followed behind. Maybe it was because of the bloody scene just now that she was still a little nervous, or she was worried about the old man who was "under house arrest" at home.

Yu Pianran trotted after Lan Luochen into the bedroom, and asked like a machine gun: "Lan Luochen, I'm asking you something, how is Lan Xiu?"

(End of this chapter)