Lord Lu's little ancestor is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 65 Are you mentally ill? (Please collect comments and vote~)

"What do you think of this one? I think this one will look better, Shushu, it's so tangled~"

ten minutes later.

Lin Lan wore no less than ten suits on her elbows, and compared them to Cen Shu with one set of clothes in each of her left and right hands, with a tangled expression on her face.

Cen Shu lowered her eyes, a little helplessness appeared in her eyes.

cloud dance.

A store with very Chinese characteristics.

The embroidery on each piece of clothing is handmade and expensive.

The phoenix cheongsam secretly made by the golden thread, the treasure of the town store, is hanging in the window at this time.

It is said that the owner of this store is from Xuancheng and started his business in Xuancheng.

It is said that this treasure of the town shop was customized by a customer, but the customer refused to pick it up when the delivery date came.

The person sent by the boss to inquire came back and only said that he would put it in the store first and wait for someone who can wear this cheongsam to appear one day in the future before picking it up.

This waited for ten years.

Cen Shu listened to the shopping guide telling the story of the company, lazily leaning on the sofa in the rest area.

Cen Shu has never been interested in clothes. Hearing this, she glanced at the window and could only see the side view of the treasure of the store, which indeed looked extremely luxurious.

With a lack of interest, he looked back.

The more Lin Lan wandered around, the more energetic she became, and she began to wander around the accessories area again.

"Ding Wenbo!"

Suddenly, there was a heart-piercing roar in the mall.

A man with messy hair in a red vest ran past the door with a sharp knife in his hand, heading in a certain direction.

"I am going to kill you!"

Cen Shu's eyes narrowed, she got up and walked out of the shop.

Not far in front of the man, a man in a suit was about to walk down the escalator, holding the hand of his female companion.

Hearing his name suddenly, Ding Wenbo, the man in the suit, paused for a moment. Turning around, he saw the man in the vest coming with a knife!

Fortunately, due to the audition, there are sufficient security forces, and each security personnel is equipped with electric shock batons.

Before the man in the vest even approached Ding Wenbo, he was restrained by the security personnel. The knife in his hand was taken away, his hands were clasped behind his back, and his face was pressed against the ground.

The man in the vest looked about 30 years old, tall and tall, with red eyes, staring at Ding Wenbo, full of resentment.

The security captain rushed over with a walkie-talkie in hand, ordered his subordinates to call the police, and walked up to Ding Wenbo.

"Sir, are you not hurt?"

Ding Wenbo's female companion was frightened and hid behind her, poking her head out.

Ding Wenbo showed a frightened smile, and spoke elegantly, "No, thank you all, otherwise I might not be so lucky today."

The security captain nodded, as long as he wasn't injured, the shopping mall was in a special situation this time, if there were any casualties, he, as the security captain, could hardly absolve himself of the blame.

"By the way, Mr. Ding, do you know this person?" Could it be that the two have some deep hatred, otherwise how dare they commit crimes in the mall!

Ding Bowen put his arms around his female companion and comforted him softly. Hearing this, he turned his head and walked closer, and carefully looked at the man under control.

Seeing Ding Bowen approaching, the man in the vest struggled even harder, cursing and distorting his facial features.

It took a lot of effort for the security personnel to hold down the man in the vest.

Ding Bowen withdrew his gaze and shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

At the same time, he was also very puzzled. He boasted that his memory was not bad. If he had seen him, he should have an impression, but Ding Bowen had no memory of the person who was about to kill him.

Hearing Ding Bowen's words, the man in the vest suddenly froze, without struggling, his eyes were dull.

"Wow!"

The man in the vest burst into tears, like a child, crying heartbreakingly.

Wronged and desperate.

Everyone was a little surprised.

"Is this person mentally ill?"

"It looks like she was about to kill again, and she cried suddenly."

"Doesn't this man's family care about him? What's the point of letting him out if he's mentally ill?"

(End of this chapter)