Dear Mr. Lu

"Get out! You take the money and get out of here! My Luo family doesn't have a person like you!"

"Second brother, Dad hasn't closed his eyes for several days because of the family's business, so you should be considerate of him and stop making trouble."

"Master Wen Cheng, please leave immediately, or I will call the police!"

All kinds of voices were mixed together, and Luo Wencheng seemed to hear the sound of scolding and beating in a daze, and then felt a shadow flying towards him at the next moment. He fell down and didn't recover for a long time.

Pain slowly spread from all over the body, especially the back of the head should have bumped into something, it hurt like it was going to split open.

Isn't he already dead, how can he still feel pain?

That's right, after he died, a cold voice came out of nowhere, saying that he could be reborn...

His vision gradually became clearer, and he saw where he was.

In a large European-style villa, he was falling on the ground, and in front of him were five or six steps of black marble stairs, from which he fell just now.

He touched the back of his head in pain, found a big bag, and glanced past himself calmly. His body was thin, his skin was yellow and dry, and he was wearing a yellow and wrinkled suit, as if he was wearing it secretly. Young master clothes for migrant workers.

He was born in the Luo family, the richest man in Haining. He has never lacked food and clothing since he was a child. He has one or two sets of high-end suits every season. Don't worry about it, I've never worn a suit so badly.

There was only one time, that was when he was just released from prison after three years in prison. He put on the Armani that his elder brother prepared for himself before going to court, and then pressed it in the prison storage room for three years. He rushed back to Luo's house eagerly.

However, what was waiting for him was not the welcome and distress of his relatives. He couldn't even enter the living room, and was beaten out like a dog in the water.

There was no doubt that he was reborn, and the voice did not lie to him.

Luo Wencheng raised his eyes and saw Luo Kaifang who was covering his heart and glaring at him angrily. Luo Kaifang reached out and grabbed a pot of phalaenopsis on a white pillar imitating European style, and threw it at Luo Wencheng: "Get out! You bastard! Broom star ! How dare you come back!"

Luo Wencheng subconsciously turned his head to the side, and the flower pot still brushed against his eyebrows, and the skin immediately turned red, with a few drops of blood oozing out.

The flowerpot shattered, and the exploding soil splashed on Luo Wencheng.

Luo Wencheng glanced lightly, pursed his lips and got up from the ground in silence.

The one supporting Luo Kaifang was a pretty boy, and Luo Wencheng would never forget his face even if he died. The other party rubbed Luo Kaifang's chest hard, his pretty face was almost crying, and he said anxiously: "Dad, Don't get excited, the doctor said you can't get excited."

The boy, that is, Luo Wenjun turned his head and looked at Luo Wencheng beggingly, his big eyes filled with tears: "Second Brother, don't make Dad angry anymore, I beg you to leave first, okay, I really don't want to I will fight with you, as long as you are willing to leave, I will immediately return the identity of Second Young Master Luo to you."

"Nonsense!" Luo Kaifang said excitedly, "Xiaojun, you are my Luo Kaifang's son, the young master of the Luo family will always be you, our Luo family is not just any cat, cat or dog that can come in!"

He looked at Luo Wencheng with colder eyes, filled with disgust.

He seemed to have forgotten that this "cat, cat and dog" in front of him had spent eighteen winters and summers in the Luo family openly and aboveboard, and had been pampered by him without limit, even though the pampering was to a large extent to raise and abolish this son, so as not to threaten him. The eldest son of his beloved first wife, but they have also been father and son for eighteen years.

Luo Wencheng's gaze was calm, he lowered his head and gently patted the dust off his body, and frowned slightly. He was really too thin, and the suit that should have fitted him was empty, and after three years in prison, although he was hungry and full, He paused, but he still grew a lot taller anyway, and the trouser legs were naturally shorter. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know how strange his image was at this time.

Luo Wenhao, who had been standing not far or near, watching the farce with an unpredictable expression, finally said at this moment: "Father, don't be angry, I will take him away."

He walked up to Luo Wencheng, wearing a neat black striped suit and spotless leather shoes, showing an elite temperament everywhere, standing with Luo Wencheng, tall and straight, handsome and noble as if he was a person from another world, he looked down at Luo Wencheng , There is not much warmth in the voice: "Follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked in front, out of the yard.

Luo Wencheng didn't follow up right away, he lowered his head to look around, and as he remembered, he saw a white paper bag thrown not far away, with two small wooden carved walnuts scattered around the bag mouth.

He walked over to pick them up, blew on the wood carvings, and carefully put them into the bag, which he brought, so he had to take it away, and then he walked out of Luo's house with the bag, during which he did not look at Luo Kaifang and Luo Kaifang. Wen Jun glanced at it.

A flash of surprise flashed through Luo Wenhao's long and narrow eyes under the lens, and he opened the door of the passenger seat: "Come in, you can't get a taxi here, I'll see you off."

Luo Wencheng sat in without saying a word, and Luo Wenhao was even more weird. The young man in front of him seemed to have changed suddenly. Could it be that he was disheartened because he was kicked out and insulted?

He walked to the other side to get in the car, fastened his seat belt, and started the car and said, "Father is not only angry because of you. There is something wrong with the company. He has been upset for many days. Don't come back during this time. I have a place." The house happens to be empty, you go and live there for a while, and we will discuss it later."

Luo Wencheng seemed to be listening, but he didn't seem to be listening. He looked at the scenery outside, and the twilight gradually diffused. This side is close to the mountainous area. Except for the rolling hills, there is the wilderness. The vast and distant scenery passed by his amber pupils. I have forgotten how long it has been since I took a look at the world in such a quiet way. It turns out that living is so good.

He closed his eyes, and lightly took a breath of the cool air pouring in from the window.

Luo Wenhao glanced at him again, and scanned the bag in his hand: "Is that a gift for my father and me? Give it to me."

He reached out to take it, but Luo Wencheng put the bag on his side, in a gesture of complete refusal.

Luo Wenhao squinted his eyes, didn't say anything, and drove all the way to the urban area without saying a word. Unexpectedly, there was a car accident on the road ahead. The road conditions were extremely bad. The car was blocked on the road, and he couldn't move for a long time. Luo Wenhao was a little restless waiting After getting up, Luo Wencheng suddenly said, "Let me go."

His voice was very hoarse, Luo Wenhao glanced at him: "I'll take you there, you don't know the way."

Luo Wencheng looked at the flashing police lights in front of him: "Why bother, you don't have to worry about me at all."

Luo Wenhao said: "For me, you will always be the Luo family, and I will not leave you alone."

The corner of Luo Wencheng's mouth twitched ironically. He had heard this sentence three years ago. Before going to court, Luo Wenhao brought him a suit, tied him with a tie, and dressed him like a real man. Then tell him: "Even if you don't have the blood of the Luo family in your body, you will always be the Luo family. Hold your head up high, you have grown up, don't lose face of the Luo family."

He went on to say: "Trust me, be good, the elder brother will fish you out."

Because of this sentence, Luo Wencheng was calm when he went to court. Even after the verdict came down, he held back his silence. He gave up his only chance to stand up and pinned all his hopes on Luo Wenhao. Unfortunately, it turned out that everything was nothing but In order to hold back his naive younger brother, his good big brother was just pouring him a ecstasy soup.

Luo Wenhao's cell phone rang suddenly, and he picked it up. Luo Wencheng vaguely heard Luo Wenjun's voice coming from the phone. Luo Wenhao's expression was a little impatient, and he said to Luo Wencheng: "I'll get out of the car to answer the call, you stay in the car and take care of yourself." stay."

Luo Wencheng looked at his back as he walked to the side of the road, his amber eyes were as cold as stagnant water in the night.

Regarding Luo Wenhao, Luo Wencheng really didn't understand what he was thinking.

Luo Wenhao loved himself a lot since he was a child, but he watched Luo Kaifang take care of him coldly; he still seemed to dislike Luo Wenjun very much, and only admitted that he was his younger brother, but he had the heart to deceive himself into prison. He didn't ask; he watched Luo Kaifang beat and scold him and expel him coldly, but settled him properly afterwards. However, for so many years later, he allowed Luo Wenjun to persecute him like that until he tortured himself to death.

Since he had already given up on him, why give him hope? Since you are willing to care about him, why don't you want to give him more snacks?

But what Luo Wenhao thinks, Luo Wencheng doesn't care anymore, he remembers very clearly that in his previous life, Luo Wenhao took him to that apartment and left, but Luo Wenjun came right after he left, and the "friend" brought by Luo Wenjun took him He was beaten until he fell into a coma, and when he woke up again, he was already under the overpass ten kilometers away, and he was almost naked.

Luo Wencheng's eyes turned cold, he would never give these people the chance to insult and hurt him again in this life.

He put his hand on the car door, and while Luo Wenhao wasn't looking, he opened the door with a slap, and then quickly got out of the car, leaning forward and blending into the crowded convoy through the night.

Luo Wenhao just turned his face in this direction, and seeing him from the corner of his eye, his expression changed: "Luo Wencheng!"

Luo Wencheng immediately sped up his speed, not bothering to hide his appearance, and kept running forward. The traffic flow was not very neat, and it was already dark. He swayed left and right in the convoy, and soon disappeared. At first, I heard Luo Wenhao chasing after him for a few steps, but when I turned around, I couldn't see Luo Wenhao anymore.

Luo Wencheng was out of breath, and he didn't know how far he had run. When he saw an overpass, he climbed up and looked down from the top. He was relieved that no one was chasing him, and then he laughed secretly. A good brother gave him a place to live, could he still run after him all over the street with perseverance regardless of his image?

It took him a long time to calm down, his throat was so dry, his stomach convulsed and cramped because of hunger, and the sweat on his body was blown by the cold wind, making him shiver all over.

He curled himself up next to a trash can, silently thinking about the way ahead.

Not to mention far away, the most urgent task is to fill his stomach and find a place to settle down, but he is penniless.

He looked at the hollowed-out fence of the overpass behind him. Not far away, there were bright lights and sirens blared. It turned out to be the scene of a car accident. A car was crushed under the chassis of a large truck, deformed beyond recognition, and rescuers were carrying it out bloody. people.

Luo Wencheng suddenly felt something was wrong. There were so many people watching, but why was the nearest overpass so quiet?

"...I have seen the gift that Mr. Chen gave me, but it was too tragic. I don't like it very much. I have always been very principled. I will only ask someone to collect my debts. Your son hurt me. One eye, I want his pair, it's fair, as for the accomplices, I don't care."

The sound of the leather shoes stepping on the ground was approaching, the deep and magnetic sound was so pleasant, but it revealed a cold and ruthless killing atmosphere, which was still clear and sharp in the noisy background below.

Luo Wencheng's whole body froze slightly, and he poked his head out quietly, only to see a tall and slender figure slowly walking over from the overpass. Under the light below, his whole body seemed to be covered with a circle of golden light, which made people dare not look at him closely. He was holding up his mobile phone and talking, his palms inevitably blocked part of his face, and the lines of his facial features were looming. Luo Wencheng saw his eyes casually glanced at the scene of the car accident below. Compassion, indifference to the extreme.

His tone was contemptuous but contained a force that could not be ignored: "Since Mr. Chen is able to plan such a good show thousands of miles away in such leisure time, why not spend more time teaching and teaching your son, and next time, what he lost It's not just as simple as two eyes."

Luo Wencheng's pupils shrank, and he... seemed to have bumped into an extraordinary occasion.

He stayed there motionless, hoping that the other party would not find him, but as the footsteps approached, the dangerous and oppressive aura also approached step by step.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

Not far away.

Luo Wencheng's heart was beating violently, he endured it for a while, grabbed the trash can and cautiously probed.

He was meeting the opponent's gaze.

No waves, no waves, no joy, no anger, it fell down quietly and with a sense of oppression.