Mr. Lu is against superstition during the day and learns fortune-telling from his wife at night

Chapter 22 Lu Jingchen is in danger

As soon as she left the hospital, Shen Xia Xia immediately put away her pitiful face and returned to her normal expression.

Ah Hui, who was standing by, had not yet recovered from his grief and anger. When he saw Shen Xia Xia looking relaxed and happy, he immediately realized that Shen Xia Xia was just pretending.

Ah Hui couldn't help but ask, "Madam, did you graduate from a performing arts major and take metaphysics as an elective?"

A trace of sadness flashed across Shen Xia Xia's clear eyes: "I almost became an actress back then, maybe I would have become a top actress now."

Ah Hui wanted to ask more questions.

Shen Xia Xia waved her hand: "Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about the past anymore."

Ah Hui took them back to the unfinished building.

Shen Xia Xia returned to her room and couldn't wait to release the parrot spirit from the talisman lantern.

"Bad guy, bad guy!" The parrot spirit, which had been holding back for a long time, started screaming when it saw Shen Xia Xia.

"Don't scream, I will be your master from now on." Shen Xia Xia took some spiritual food talismans, and the parrot spirit couldn't wait to absorb them.

"Delicious, delicious!" The parrot that had inhaled the spiritual food talisman shouted excitedly: "Master, Master."

"Happy, happy, happy, Xia Xia, Xia Xia."

Shen Xia Xia's heart tightened. How did this parrot know its name?

Shen Xia Xia touched the parrot's hand and said, "Follow me obediently in the future. I will save some money in a few days and go to Chenxiang Pavilion to buy you a body. Then you can live like a living parrot. I will give you a name, let's call you Gao Xing."

Lu Jingchen seems to have lost some weight these days.

As his own living ginseng, Lu Jingchen cannot lose weight.

In the morning, Shen Xia Xia prepared breakfast and pushed Lu Jingchen to the dining table.

Shen Xia Xia handed a bowl of three-fresh noodles to Lu Jingchen with an attentive look on her face: "Eat more, grandma said you've lost weight, you need to eat some more."

Shen Xia Xia's eyes were burning and full of concern.

It feels like watching piglets, fattening them up so they can be slaughtered during the New Year.

Lu Jingchen glanced at the noodles on the table and was reluctant to pick up his chopsticks. He wondered if this woman would give him some strange medicine again.

Seeing that Lu Jingchen was reluctant to pick up his chopsticks, Shen Xiaxia took the lead and took a bite: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous and it's delicious."

Lu Jingchen was indeed hungry. He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. His eyes lit up slightly. This plain-looking bowl of noodles was indeed delicious.

"How is it? It's delicious, right? When I was at the Da Dao Temple, food was scarce and I wanted to eat meat, so I had to improve my cooking skills and make vegetarian dishes taste like delicacies from land and sea. I could cook many dishes when I was twelve years old."

Lu Jingchen glanced at the smiling woman in front of him. It seemed that this woman could always express her suffering in the most relaxed way.

Seeing Lu Jingchen finish a bowl, Shen Xiaxia's eyes were filled with joy: "Do you want more? I'll serve you another bowl. Eat more and gain some weight. You must be healthy."

Ah Hui at the side couldn't help but say: "Master, Madam really cares about you."

I do care a lot, too much.

After dinner, Lu Jingchen's special car was already waiting outside.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "I have something to do so I will go out first."

"Something?" Shen Xiaxia frowned: "What is it?"

Lu Jingchen did not answer, but turned around, opened the door and entered the elevator.

Shen Xia Xia's heart was pounding and she felt vaguely uneasy. She and Lu Jingchen had a similar horoscope and could sense each other's affairs. Shen Xia Xia calculated Lu Jingchen's fortune for the day with the help of her fingers.

Big bad.

"I'll go with you!" Shen Xia Xia pushed his wheelchair: "You're in danger today, I can't let you go alone."

Lu Jingchen raised his thick eyebrows slightly. He did have to deal with a troublesome matter today.

"No need." Lu Jingchen prepared to close the elevator door.

Shen Xia Xia rushed in forcefully and handed Lu Jingchen a Ping An Fu: "Put this on, you must wear it, don't lose it."

This is a talisman that Shen Xia Xia blessed herself with spiritual power. It is more effective than ordinary ones.

Seeing the elevator door slowly closing, Shen Xia Xia was extremely worried. How could she live without him?

Lu Jingchen lowered his eyes to glance at the eye-catching amulet on his neck and threw it on the ground in disgust: "Superstition."

The black Maybach was parked on the side of the road in the wilderness, with no one around.

Lu Jingchen threw away the wheelchair, the bodyguard opened the car door, and Lu Jingchen strode in.

"Boss, do you want to cancel the banquet hosted by Mr. Song tonight? I sent someone to find out that Mr. Song has been upset because you proposed his overseas technology project. I'm afraid something will happen."

Zhang Yin lit a cigarette: "Ah Hao, how long have you been following me?"

Ahao: “Five years.”

Palm Seal blew out a smoke ring: "Then do you know who I am?"

The seal holder is ruthless and decisive in his actions. He is never afraid of any force and is known as the living king of hell.

"Yes, Boss."

"So you know what to do tonight, right?"

"Understood, Boss."

On the wilderness trail, a sudden hail of bullets attacked the black Maybach.

The oncoming vehicle shot the Maybach's tires like a hornet's nest with guns.

Under Gatling's fierce attack, the bulletproof glass was shattered into pieces.

The driver swerved the steering wheel in an attempt to survive, but was forced to overturn on the side of the road by a group of off-road vehicles.

The person in the car was seriously injured and unrecognizable, lying upside down on the seat, with bloody red blood dripping onto the roof of the car.

The gas tank in the car started to leak, and the gasoline was dripping more and more densely, and it would catch fire with just a spark.

A group of people armed with weapons got off the off-road vehicle.

The man in the lead was wearing a white casual suit and a white top hat.

Holding a steel pipe in his hand, he slowly approached the inverted Maybach.

"Palm seal, palm seal, you never thought that one day you would fall into my hands. I want you to be arrogant in front of me, Song Ming."

After saying that, Song Ming threw the burning lighter at the Maybach.

With a "bang", the Maybach burst into flames.

"Hahahaha! Let's get going, Zhang Yin. The business legend should end now. The overseas technology project will be mine, Song Ming's."

Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter was heard in the sky.

The man in the black shirt, with a faint smile in his dark eyes, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

Song Ming saw the caller ID on his phone, looked panicked, and answered the phone tremblingly: "Zhang Zhang, Zhang Yin? You, shouldn't you be dead?"

The man flicked the cigarette butt in his hand and it landed on Song Ming's head: "Take a good look at who is in the car."

Song Ming kicked and hit the bodyguards around him frantically: "Go and see, who is in the car?"

The bodyguard ran over, looked around, and came back in horror, "Mr. Song, the fire is too big, I can't see clearly, it vaguely looks a bit like, a bit like..."

Song Ming kicked the bodyguard: "What does it look like? Tell me quickly!"

"Like, like the young master."

"How is it possible? How is it possible? This is obviously Zhang Yin's car, how could Zhixun be in it?"

Song Ming ran to the car and saw a pocket watch on the ground. The photo inside the pocket watch was of their family of three.

He glanced at the people in the car again. He would be able to recognize his son even if he turned into ashes.

Song Ming shouted angrily into the phone at the helicopter hovering in the sky: "Palm Print, you devil, you killed my son."

The corners of the palm print's lips curled slightly, and his voice was cold: "You killed your son yourself."

Zhang Yinliang sent a video to Song Ming: "This is the evidence that you killed your son."

This video is the recording just now.