The heroine's brother is salted fish online

Lu Xiaolei had mixed feelings for a moment, and didn't know what to say.

He has always been a mediocre person, drifting with the flow in everything he does, never knowing what he really wants.

But there is such a person who dares to stand in full view and tell the world loudly that he loves himself.

This feeling is really strange.

After hearing this, Lu Xiaolei glared at him: "Is it really a gamble? I think you have never done such uncertain things."

Chu Xiao looked at him with tenderness in his eyes, and he said: "At work, of course not, but with you, I have always put all my eggs in one basket."

Lu Xiaolei felt that the sun above his head was too glaring for a moment, making his brain buzzing.

This man is really amazing, when he talked about love, he punched him on the shoulder with some embarrassment.

Chu Xiao was beaten back two steps by him, but his eyes were still looking at him.

Lu Xiaolei had no choice but to grab the other party's collar and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

After the kiss, she mumbled in Chu Xiao's ear with some embarrassment: "Well...my injury is almost healed. Tonight, I can drink some wine to celebrate."

His whole body was stiff, but what he said in Chu Xiao's ear was soft.

Chu Xiao was stunned.

They both know what Lu Xiaolei's virtue is when he drinks alcohol. The meaning behind this sentence sounds really fascinating.

After Lu Xiaolei said this, he quickly returned to the original place, and added to cover up: "If you're not drunk, just have a drink."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to turn around and run away, but he had just walked two steps before he was pulled into his arms by someone and bumped into his arms. The person's clear and shallow tone floated in his ears, as if he was smiling. , as if with a hook, every inch is provocative: "What should I do, I suddenly had a really bad idea just now."

Lu Xiaolei replied stupidly: "What idea?"

"Let's not care about Ah Feng, anyway, it's okay if my aunt loses her temper. Our business is more important. I'll arrest you and lock you up right now—"

"That can't be done. Didn't you hear that the little bastard is on hunger strike? If we ignore him, he will be chilled." Lu Xiaolei protested in his arms.

"Then finish the work and go home quickly. Well, I can't bear to go home. I will probably take care of you in the car. It's in the back seat. When you played mahjong with your aunt in the past, you went back. That’s where we were sitting.” Chu Xiao bit his ear, and his voice was low and deep: “That time when you fell asleep and rolled in my arms like a newly weaned cat, I thought at that time that you would Won't roll around in my bed like that one day."

After hearing this, Lu Xiaolei pushed Chu Xiao away: "You old rascal, have you plotted against me so long ago? Be honest, what other dirty things have you done that I don't know about?"

Chu Xiao grabbed the opponent's hand and put it on his chest, with a smile in his eyes: "You are welcome to torture me, Master Lu, I know everything."

Lu Xiaolei pouted and was about to speak when the butler's voice came from not far behind: "Master Laughing? Young Master Lu? Have you followed?"

Lu Xiaolei turned around quickly, and smiled at the butler who came in a hurry: "Follow up, keep up, just now I accidentally got sand in my eyes, Chu Xiao is blowing for me."

As he said that, he rubbed his eyes to cover up, trying to look like he was blinded by the wind and sand.

The housekeeper smiled faintly: "So that's how it is. The sun is pretty good today, but I don't feel the wind."

Lu Xiaolei rubbed his eyes, very much into the drama: "Really, it must be a draft, Mr. Fang's room is too big."

Chu Xiao put his arms around Lu Xiaolei's waist, and looked at the housekeeper lightly: "The draft is really strong, although the windows are always open for ventilation, but grandpa is old after all, if he is accidentally blown by the wind and caught cold, it's not good gone."

The butler opened his mouth, and finally had to lower his head slightly under Chu Xiao's gaze: "I have been taught."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked forward: "Young masters, this way please."

The place where Song Zifeng was locked up was a small courtyard behind the main house. I have to say that the Fang family ancestor's house has a large area, if there is not a housekeeper leading the way, he might really get lost.

The guards in the small courtyard are not considered prisons. There are only two bodyguards in black on the left and right of the gate. When entering the courtyard, there is a Filipino maid who is responsible for delivering meals and washing clothes every day.

Song Zifeng, a little bastard, actually lived in a single-family courtyard when he was in confinement. Comrade Lu Xiaolei, a good socialist youth, felt a little sour.

It’s just that this two-story building is in broad daylight, and the curtains of the French windows are drawn tightly, so it’s impossible to see the situation inside clearly, and it’s unknown what kind of people live in it.

Lu Xiaolei couldn't help asking the housekeeper: "Why is this room like this? It's so tightly covered, can you see people?"

The housekeeper replied respectfully: "The Filipino maid will go in every day to deliver meals and take away Master Feng's change of clothes and the last meal.

People must be there. "

Lu Xiaolei looked at the airtight floor-to-ceiling windows: "What about the curtains? Are they also kept drawn?"

The housekeeper brought in the Filipino maid, and the short, fat woman didn't speak the local language very well, and she even made gestures and a few simple phrases to explain it clearly: it has been like this since the first day after moving in, and it will open the window by itself for about three days to ventilate .

"When was the last time you opened the windows for ventilation?" Lu Xiaolei asked.

"Just yesterday."

Lu Xiaolei touched his chin: "Then have you ever talked to him?"

Filipina shook her head.

"When Young Master Feng was imprisoned, the master had instructions. He only needs to take care of his daily necessities, and there is no need to interfere with other things." The old housekeeper replied.

Lu Xiaolei nodded, and followed the butler to the gate. Seeing that the butler was about to knock on the door, he stopped suddenly, as if he had no intention of going in.

The housekeeper who was about to knock on the door turned around strangely: "What's the matter, Young Master Lu?"

Lu Xiaolei looked at the door: "Why do I smell it, there is no smell of that little bastard here?"

"Young Master Lu, don't be joking, the person I just met yesterday..." The butler stopped talking halfway through.

"The person I just met yesterday must be here today?" Lu Xiaolei looked back with a smile.

Yes, just meeting someone yesterday does not necessarily mean that you will be there today.

The expression on the housekeeper's face changed, without saying a word, he took out the spare key to open the door, but only then did he find that the door was locked with a bolt from the inside.

The butler was well-trained, and when he turned around, he gave a beautiful roundabout kick, and the solid carved wooden door disappeared in an instant.

This time, Lu Xiaolei believed that the butler used to be Mr. Fang's adjutant. He really didn't believe that he was not a professional with such clean and neat skills.

As the door slammed down, the three of them entered one after another, and found that the TV was still on in the living room on the first floor, and the game was being set to the automatic demonstration mode, and the two brothers above were fighting to the death, fighting inextricably, in the dark Under the unknown light changes, you can see all kinds of game consoles, handles, PSP, CDs, etc. scattered on the floor of the living room, but there are no people playing games.

And on the second floor, apart from the messy bedding in the bedroom at the end of the corridor, there was no trace of Song Zifeng's life.

"Should have run through the bathroom window." After checking all possible escape passages, Chu Xiao pointed to the inconspicuous window that could only allow one person to pass through.

"First, use the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room to create a fixed thinking of ventilation every three days, and let people focus all their attention on the changes in the floor-to-ceiling windows, thereby ignoring the existence of bathroom windows, and choose to open the windows for ventilation the next day. Naturally, I also want to leave when everyone relaxes their vigilance—as expected of the cub I taught, he is quite smart.” Lu Xiaolei sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the games scattered all over the floor with little interest equipment.

Most of them are fighting games, and the little bastard was very angry when he was locked up, playing such bloody and violent games.

"But, but the villa is isolated from the outside world, even if Master Feng has a way to escape from the old house, if there is no means of transportation, it is impossible to get out of the mountain." The housekeeper was full of suspicion, and he still couldn't believe that Song Zifeng was in front of him without anyone noticing. The child slipped under.

Lu Xiaolei raised his eyebrows: "He lives here, can he communicate with the outside world?"

The housekeeper said: "There is only one landline that can only make calls."

"But everyone around Master Feng has been greeted by the master, no one will dare to rescue him." The housekeeper added.

Lu Xiaolei was curious: "Why didn't I receive this so-called greeting? I don't count the people around him?"

"You have been in a coma before, and Master Laughing has always been by your side, so there is no need to say hello." The housekeeper said respectfully.

"Is there surveillance in the villa?" Lu Xiaolei asked.

"You need to check to find out." The housekeeper replied.

"Then does he know that we are coming today?" Lu Xiaolei asked.

"This..." The housekeeper hesitated: "I probably don't know."

"Then does he know I'm awake?"

The butler said, "I don't know."

"Is it because you don't know, or you don't know if he knows about it?" Lu Xiaolei raised his eyebrows.

"The latter." The butler replied very quickly.

When Lu Xiaolei heard this, he leaned back helplessly: "Come on, it seems that I can't drink the wine tonight."

After hearing this, Chu Xiao also sat down on the sofa, sitting side by side with Lu Xiaolei, and calmly put his arm on Lu Xiaolei's shoulder: "Do you have an idea?"

The game on the TV screen had ended with Brother Lan Fanggui winning, and the page automatically jumped back to the original selection interface.

Lu Xiaolei picked up a game controller from the ground a little bored and started playing.

"Young Master Lu, what is this?" The housekeeper couldn't understand what Lu Xiaolei was doing at the moment.

"Anyway, come here, you have to do something before you leave." Lu Xiaolei said, and found another game controller from the side and threw it to Chu Xiao:

"Come on, play with me, and let you set the time if you win."

It is not clear what time is set.

Unexpectedly, when Chu Xiao heard this, a light flashed in his eyes, he took the handle, touched his nose, and started playing with Lu Xiaolei without saying a word.

An hour later, the game was over, and a symbol representing the victory of the red team appeared on the screen.

"Absolutely, after all, Ah Feng played games, I brought him in." Chu Xiao held the red game controller, his eyes were full of smiles.

"You don't feel complacent." Lu Xiaolei said, grinding his back molars.

"Master Lu, Master Xiao, what are you guys—" The butler was sweating profusely.

"Don't worry." Lu Xiaolei put down the handle.

"If you don't chase people, you will run away..."

Lu Xiaolei said slowly: "Go and check the monitoring of the whole villa three hours ago, and the call records of Song Zifeng's mobile phone within three days."