Mrs. Lu picked it up

During the three days of the court session, Song Li and others were extremely tormented.

But no matter how hard it is, it still arrives as scheduled.

For the past three days, Song Li had turned a deaf ear to the turmoil outside, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel it.

Mrs. Lu moved out of the Greentown Champs, the bodyguards of the Greentown Champs doubled, and three or four stood at the gate of the villa.

Song Li and Lu Jingchuan seldom went out because of their injuries, Lu Jingchuan's mobile phone was left somewhere by him, and it was clean for a few days.

The day of the court session was extremely lively, Song Li and Lu Jingchuan were surrounded by reporters as soon as they got off the car.

"Mrs. Lu, can you share the whole process of Chu Yue's murder of you? Excuse me, what did you do that involved Chu Yue's interests?"

"Mrs. Lu, may I ask whether Chu Yue's murder of you is related to inheritance?"

The reporter almost blocked the way to go inside. Although Song Li's foot injury is almost healed, it still hurts after standing for a long time.

She leaned against the person beside her. The reporter's questioning seemed like a protracted battle. Song Li didn't intend to wrong herself, but wanted to save herself some strength.

Almost as soon as Song Li leaned over, Lu Jingchuan stretched out his arms to wrap around Song Li's waistline.

"tired?"

His voice was low and sexy, Song Li shook her head.

"My feet hurt."

Lu Jingchuan exerted force on his arms, and Song Li instantly felt that there was not much weight on his feet.

He didn't mean to answer the reporter, but instead gave Qiu Shen a look.

Immediately, the bodyguard tyrannically opened up a path among the reporters. Song Li was stunned. She really didn't expect such a way to deal with it.

Yunmeng said that when public figures face the camera, they are the focus of the reporter's attention.

An action, a look may be decomposed into countless versions.

"Aren't you afraid of reporters scribbling like this?"

Lu Jingchuan raised his eyebrows, looked at Song Li, his gaze fell into Lu Jingchuan's eyes: "Why, Mrs. Lu is worried about me?"

Song Li turned her eyes away, Lu Jingchuan didn't force an answer, and answered her doubts in a low voice: "In the face of tyrannical strength, you don't have to worry about any rumors."

"No matter how the reporter scribbles, as long as it is scribbled, it will not cause any substantial harm to the Lu family."

Song Li was thoughtful, Lu Jingchuan bent his fingers and tapped her on the head: "Mrs. Lu has to work hard."

Song Li raised her head, her eyes were wet, she suddenly smiled, her red lips seemed to be picked petals: "A Chuan, don't I still have you?"

"If I have something, will you really ignore me?"

Her eyes were so bright, Lu Jingchuan couldn't hold back, and reached out to touch her eyelashes: "It depends on whether you are good or not."

Song Li sneered in her heart, he didn't have her in his heart, no matter if she was good or not, he probably wouldn't care about her.

When the two were walking forward, they were stopped by Lin Shan: "A Chuan!"

Her eyes were full of anxiety, and for the first time without delicate makeup, even the black and blue under the eyelids could still be seen.

"A Chuan, can you give Yue Yue another chance?"

These days, Lin Shan looked for Lu Jingchuan everywhere. She was panicked when he fell off the cliff, but after seeing him safe and sound, she began to feel sorry for Chu Yue again.

23 years old, time is still so long.

"There must be some misunderstanding in this, Yue Yue will not be so cruel, she is too young, she must have been bewitched by others. A Chuan, as long as you promise to give Yue Yue a chance, I will go abroad with her immediately, and I will never do it again Let her hurt Song Li, okay?"

Song Li's heart went cold.

In the face of Lin Shan, she actually didn't have any confidence. It was almost instinctive for Lu Jingchuan to respond to Lin Shan's request.

The mind was empty for a moment, Song Li thought, if Lu Jingchuan really agreed to Lin Shan, what should she do?
Her status in this circle will become lower and lower. Whoever wants her life can just ask Lin Shan after the murder is over.

Song Li had mixed feelings, and a man's voice was next to her ear: "Shanshan, if it's not cruel to pay for murder, then what's the point if you don't tell me?"

He was standing in front of her on the left, Song Li couldn't see his expression, and couldn't even hear any emotion.

But when he said these words, her heart skipped a beat.

Lin Shan was silent for a long time when asked, Lu Jingchuan didn't accept it, but pressed her step by step: "My child with Song Li is gone, she must have done it, you beg for her, Song Li was betrayed by her Murder, how dare you stand in front of me and beg for mercy."

"Do you know that if I promise you to let her go, you, and I, are all accomplices?"

Lu Jingchuan bit the word "you" so hard that it seemed to contain a thunderous weight, and it hit Lin Shan directly on the heart.

"Achuan..."

Lu Jingchuan raised his hand and stopped Lin Shan's words: "I haven't seen you these days, can't I show my attitude?"

"Is it true that Ah Li must die before I am qualified to judge Chu Yue?" Lu Jingchuan tightened his grip on Song Li's hand: "Maybe you don't take her seriously, but I can. "

It was clear that it wasn't raining, but at this moment Lin Shan seemed to be drenched by the heavy rain, and her chest was covered with water, drowning all her emotions.

Almost instantly, she confirmed all her feelings.

The tall man in front of him used to protect her all he wanted. If he finally stood beside another woman, he would drift away from her.

Lu Jingchuan took Song Li across Lin Shan, but the road ahead was blocked by a row of well-trained bodyguards, their eyes were full of determination, and they carried a bit of military style.

Song Li's heart sank, and she followed Lu Jingchuan to a stop.

Song Li looked back, and at some point, the reporters on the scene had been cleared away, and an extended version of Lincoln stopped at the gate of the huge court.

The car door was opened, Mrs. Lu got out of the car first, and then someone helped Mr. Lu out.

The latter had hale eyes, leaned on a sandalwood crutch, and walked slowly, as if stepping on Song Li's heart.

Mr. Lu has a strong aura of authority around him. As soon as he appeared, the atmosphere at the scene was like a fully drawn bow, so tense that it was about to explode.

Only Lu Jingchuan glanced at him lazily and carelessly: "It's a small lawsuit, why is grandpa here too? I don't need you to come forward, I can handle it myself."

Mr. Lu sneered: "A Chuan, you know why I came here. The court cannot be held today, and there is a little accident on the judge's side."

"..."

Song Li didn't doubt the authenticity of Mr. Lu's words. When she got nervous, she subconsciously clenched Lu Jingchuan's big palm. Unknowingly, her nails dug into Lu Jingchuan's flesh.

The man glanced sideways at her, and Song Li subconsciously let go.

"Whether to go home or settle here, the choice is yours." Mr. Lu chuckled lowly, as if he was easy to talk to: "Grandpa is old, so he is not afraid of embarrassment."

This is a threat.