minister under clothes

A lot of blood flowed out from Lu Yuelou's wound, and his face was extremely pale in the dim light reflected by the moonlight.

Lu Qingyi tremblingly crawled to his side, pulled off the strip of cloth from his clothes with all his strength, bandaged him and asked tremblingly: "If I'm right, let him go."

Wang Zijin didn't answer, but just called out the first photo, which was the phoenix crown headdress used by Concubine Yang, which was exquisite.

"...all the pearls and gemstones of various colors are of high quality, and the producers are exquisitely crafted. They can be called works of art. The price is hard to estimate because of the precious raw materials." Lu Qingyi took a few glances before saying.

"Exquisite?" Wang Zijin smiled inexplicably: "I made it for you with my own hands. It took three experts to accompany me for more than half a year to complete it. I will give it to you and say that I want to hear you sing Peking Opera again." , you just said thank you to me, you put it away and never took it with you, right?"

Lu Qingyi remained silent. He had indeed received many expensive gifts from Wang Zijin. When he left Paris, he threw them in the rented house. He didn't expect them to be put away and took pictures. Seeing you again at such a horrible moment, I feel a bit of sadness in my heart. Some heavy emotions.

Sure enough, Wang Zijin showed him many photos, each of which was a story of rejection.

Lu Qingyi helped Lu Yuelou stand up, turned sideways to the thin face that was smeared during the escape: "Stop being obsessed with these, these are the source of your pain, whether you kill me today or yourself, it doesn't matter. It's a relief."

After all, Wang Zijin was not as rude to him as he was to Yan Tou, but he just stretched out his mobile phone again: "What about this, I have never heard you evaluate it personally."

There was a torn oil painting on the screen, which looked very familiar.

Of course he was familiar with it, the person who tore it apart was Lu Qingyi himself.

The crack distorts Yu Ji's face in the painting into an ugly shape.

"It's neither fish nor fowl, it's worthless." Lu Qingyi couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart, so he opened his mouth and said.

Wang Zijin's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.

Only then did Lu Qingyi regret it, and hid his father behind him in a panic.

Wang Zijin stared at him, his eyes met, the air was almost burning with anger.

At this moment, faint footsteps came from outside again.

Lu Qingyi almost felt that Wang Zijin was going to shoot him immediately, but who knew that he was throwing him viciously aside the next moment.

"Tsing Yi!" Yan Tou rushed in at the same time and roared anxiously.

Instantly, two gunshots rang out.

The first shot was from Wang Zijin firing at Lu Yuelou, and the second shot was from Lu Qingyi holding the gun in Yan Tou's hand and firing at Wang Zijin.

The first shot only hit Lu Yuelou's prosthetic limb, but the second shot shot directly into Wang Zijin's abdominal cavity from his back.

Everyone was stunned by this turn of events. The silence seemed to have spread for centuries, but in fact it only lasted a few seconds.

Yan Tou led the police here, he didn't seem to hesitate, but suddenly said: "Take good care of your son."

After finishing speaking, he struck Lu Qingyi on the back of the neck with a knife.

Lu Qingyi, who had already been stained with blood, immediately fell into the darkness.

The two finally met each other, but in the end they didn't even get a chance to hug.

The incident was already a big one, the police arrived at the scene 2 minutes later, sent Wang Zijin and Lu Qingyi to the hospital for emergency treatment, and took Yan Tou and Lu Yuelou to the police station to record their statements.

Several people had died in the shootout before, and now there are two more people whose life and death are uncertain, and all responsibilities are confusing.

Yan Tou, who was unscathed, sat in the interrogation room without saying a word until Gabrielle rushed over with her lawyer.

Across the table, the mother and son were speechless to each other.

Gabrielle already had a general understanding of the situation, but suddenly she didn't know what to ask Yan Tou. She was not sure who beat Wang Zijin, and she was afraid that her slip of the tongue would be a disservice.

Yan Tou didn't speak rashly, but just looked at his mother with a firm gaze for a long time, and then said: "Mom, I'm sorry."

Gabrielle's eyes turned red instantly, and she still remembered that her brother had also sat in this place, apologizing to his father for his reckless crime, and then he was locked up in prison and has not come out yet.

"When I found them, Wang Zijin had already cornered the two of them with a gun. I was afraid that Tsing Yi would be injured. Seeing that he was about to shoot, I shot." Yan Tou lowered his head, knowing that the police who were watching them had already Take everything down.

Gabrielle looked at the lawyer hurriedly, wondering if it was self-defense.

Yan Tou immediately said, "Apologize to Grandpa and Nate for me."

Things will not be that simple, now he can only pray that Wang Zijin is dead, once everything is over, he still has a chance to turn things around.

Otherwise, the pursuit of Wang Zijin during this period... will become a ticking time bomb.

The all-pervasive media has long smelled the big news along the gun battle, and Wang Zijin's accomplice Lola and others were arrested and brought to justice, and soon all kinds of reports and speculations became hot.

Gabrielle and her father naturally tried their best to protect their son. Wang Zijin's relatives also arrived soon. Lu Yuelou was involved in the investigation and was locked up for 48 hours before being rescued by Yan Shenming. Everyone was exhausted, only Lu Yuelou on the hospital bed. Tsing Yi is safe and sound because he has been molded into a pure victim by all the testimony and evidence.

The terrible high fever subsided intermittently.

This day Lu Qingyi finally woke up in a daze, and vaguely saw someone sitting beside the hospital bed, coughing hard and asking: "...Where is Xiao Tou..."

"He's fine, take care of yourself."

It was Lu Yuelou's voice, and he was surrounded by unfamiliar rooms.

As if seeing the confusion and nervousness in his son's eyes, Lu Yuelou smiled: "This is my home, are you hungry?"

After speaking, he stood up with his crutches and went to the cabinet behind to get a bowl of porridge.

He has a pair of trouser legs that are empty.

"It was broken, and the new one hasn't been fixed yet." Lu Yuelou's tone seemed to be talking about the weather.

Lu Qingyi said: "I..."

Lu Yuelou interrupted his strenuous voice: "Yan Tou is still under investigation, so don't make trouble."

Lu Qingyi was still weak in limbs and dizzy. Hearing this, he struggled to get up, but almost fell to the ground.

Lu Yuelou tried hard to make him lie back, and sighed: "His grandfather will save him, but even his grandfather can't save him. What else can you do, drink up the porridge."

The steaming porridge was delivered to the mouth, and was gently delivered to the mouth by the biological father.

This scene that Lu Qingyi dreamed of a thousand times when he was young finally came true, but it made him feel no happiness.

Because the person he longed for to be by his side was no longer Lu Yuelou.