his allure

Chapter 202 He Wants to Pretend Nothing Happened

But no one dared to take the risk.

The elders of the Sheng family who were the bodyguards present had a deep friendship with Sheng Mingzhuo, even if they didn't say anything about the employment relationship.

No one is willing to let Sheng Mingzhuo take this risk. After all, the man in front of him looks elegant and gentle, but the madness and bloodthirsty that flashed in his eyes just now are enough to make people dare not act rashly.

No one can maintain even basic calm in front of such Lu Xicheng.

When Lu Xicheng carried Sheng Mingzhuo into the car, no one dared to stop him.

"Stand back." His voice was cold, with a hint of chill.

Everyone took a few steps back in unison.

Later, Lu Xicheng walked out of the car door gently holding the sleeping Zheng, and behind him was the coughing sound of Sheng Mingzhuo, which was earth-shattering.

Lu Xicheng looked at the crowd who were impatient and wanted to rush forward, his tone was slow and somewhat gloomy: "I have just contacted the nearby police station, counting the time, it is almost here. I advise you to leave now."

The headed bodyguard looked hesitant.

Lu Xicheng's brows and eyes were frosted, and he was very cold: "Also... If my wife has any sequelae, everyone present today will have nothing to do with it."

This sentence was spoken loudly and deeply, hitting everyone's hearts.Everyone was stunned in place, but a chill came from their limbs and bones.

Obviously they were the one with the most people, but they only dared to watch the man take away the sleeping woman and step into the door in a grand manner.

The Sheng family is not a small family, but they have never seen such a person with such an aura and almost terrifying aura.He doesn't even have to say or do anything to be oppressive enough.

How could such a man be an ordinary person...

It was evening when Zheng Weiwei woke up.

What caught my eye was the familiar bedroom.Lu Xicheng sat in front of her, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his face, making his face elegant and beautiful.

He was reading a booklet that she wrote in country F at that time.

His slender fingers pinched the pages of the book, which looked as good as a painting.

There is an arc of light flowing from his fingertips, and every time he flips it, there is an eye-killing grace.

Zheng Weiwei just watched, and after a long time, she found her voice, and said, "Xicheng, how did you save me by yourself?"

The person in front of him seemed to realize that she had woken up, and the movement of flipping through the pages stopped.

His slightly cool fingertips touched her somewhat hot forehead, his movements were cautious and gentle.

He didn't answer her question, but said softly: "Fortunately, you don't have a fever. I have someone check it for you. The medicine they gave you is an ordinary tranquilizer, which is harmless to your body. Have you had any fever?" Where is it uncomfortable?"

It turned out that he wanted to pretend that nothing had happened.

But Zheng Qingqing couldn't do it.

She held his hand, her voice full of inquiry and obvious grief: "Just now Uncle Sheng told me that Yinran passed away. Is this true?"

His wrist was slightly stiff in her palm.

Zheng Weiwei looked at his drooping eyebrows and eyes, there was no emotion in them, most of them were just a trace of apology, he said lightly: "Qing Wei, I'm just afraid of irritating you."

"If I don't ask you, will you tell me?" At this time, she calmed down instead, her tone was straight, and no emotion could be heard.

(End of this chapter)