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Lu Yi, who rarely smoked, for the first time ever took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it up. Smoke curled around him, and his cold and proud face became even more handsome.

The scarlet fireworks were flickering, like a ferocious beast that had been hibernating for a long time. The rising white fog exuded an incomparable loneliness and desolation.

Halfway through.

Throw it out the window.

Boom.

The black Maybach started up and slowly drove away from the Ching Yi Garden.

The next day.

Lin Ange walked downstairs with two big dark circles under his eyes.

When Wang Ma saw how tired she was, she knew that she didn't have a good rest last night. A trace of heartache flashed across her face.

He brought the breakfast over.

"Little Miss, I've cooked some millet porridge for you. With some ham and chicken wire, you should quickly taste the light salty porridge."

"Mm. Alright."

Lin Ange sat down on the dining table, scooped a spoonful, tasted it, nodded and said with a smile.

"It tastes really good, it's still the same as before, Wang Ma's cooking skills are really good."

"Haha …"

Wang Ma smiled affectionately and went into the kitchen to carry the rest out.

"Wang Ma, Uncle Fu isn't up yet?"

Lin Ange saw that Uncle Fu did not have breakfast with her and felt a little strange.

He was an early riser.

"There are guests in the garden today. What about Uncle Fu?" Breakfast, over there. "

"Guest?" "Who is it?"

Ever since the incident at Helan Xi, no one else had come to the Clear Stream Garden.

Upon hearing that there was a customer, Lin Ange subconsciously grabbed the spoon and asked curiously.

"A man about Uncle Fu's age. He must be a friend of his, right?"

Wang Ma replied lightly.

"Someone about the same age?"

Lin Ange frowned and did not think too much about it. She picked up the spoon and continued to sip the porridge.

"Wang Ma, do you still have more of this porridge?"

"Yes."

"Help me pack a copy. I'll send it over to Mengmeng later."

"Mm. Alright."

Wang Ma smiled as she walked back into the kitchen, took the thermal container and went to scoop up the porridge.

Yunyan Hall.

On the square table, there were all sorts of snacks and snacks.

Uncle Fu sat on the wheelchair, looking at the guests on the opposite side.

"Elder Lu, how many years has it been since we've had a guest visit this garden? What wind did you have this morning to bring you here? "

"Hehe, Ah Fu, why do I sound like I have a grudge against your words?"

Lu Jinhui took his seat and scooped up a bowl of rice porridge. He picked up a spring roll and chewed on it.

"Elder Lu, what you're saying is that I'm a person who's at death's door, how could I dare to have any grudges against you?"

Uncle Fu smiled, a hint of chilliness on his grey hair.

"You, are still the same as before, a ghost brat."

Lu Jinhui pointed at him and laughed wantonly.

As he laughed, tears actually appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Stunned, he looked around.

"Ah Fu, time flies. In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed?"

"Yeah. In a flash, Young Master Xi and Young Miss are both this old. "

Uncle Fu did not make a sound. He frowned as he looked at his opponent. The chopsticks in front of him had not moved at all.

"Ah Fu, you are so loyal to the He Lan family. It is a blessing for the He Lan family."

Lu Jinhui smiled.

"My life was given to me by the He Lan family. Moreover, the master has shown me kindness, so I must be loyal. I must do my best to protect the businesses and people that I have to guard."

Uncle Fu looked calm and composed.

Lu JinHui's sudden visit early in the morning was definitely not to reminisce about the past. What was his purpose? How could he not see through it?

"Of course."

Lu Jinhui put down his spoon, took a wet tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Ah Fu, I don't want to hide anything from you. I came here today for Lin Ange. "

"I know."

"Since you know, you should know how to do it?"

Lu Jinhui's gaze cooled down a bit.

"Elder Lu, you've been pestering my Young Miss. You're the third young master of your family." "Since you want to interfere, you should take care of your third young master and not disturb my little miss every day."

Uncle Fu's wrinkled face revealed a hint of anger. His voice also became much colder.

Even though the person sitting across from him was the Lu family's old patriarch who held great authority over Yun Jing.

He wasn't afraid in the slightest.

At this moment, he was no longer a servant of the He Lan Clan. Instead, he was Lin An Ge's senior.

"I will naturally teach my son a lesson. But Lin Ange, you have to watch this for me. "

The hostility in Lu Jinhui's eyes became heavier and heavier. The scene from yesterday's office was still fresh in his mind.

Lu Yiyao and Lin Ange stayed in the resting room for a long time. Nothing happened, so who would believe it?

"Stunned?" Hehe … Elder Lu, look at my current state. Are you trying to stop her? "

Uncle Fu looked at his legs covered with a thin blanket. The corners of his mouth twitched as he mocked himself.

"Ah Fu, are you trying to force me? Tell me what happened back then …."

At the most crucial moment, Lu Jinhui stopped.

"How dare you!"

Uncle Fu patted the armrest of his wheelchair with a face full of anger.

Lu Jinhui's face was also covered in a layer of anger, and his dagger-like expression sank.

"Ah Fu, if we weren't forced into a corner, who would say it out loud? "My family's Ol 'Three and Lin Ange have …"

"Elder Lu, are you full?"

Uncle Fu's aged eyes were bloodshot as he coldly spoke while glancing at the square table.

Lu Jinhui knew his character, so he didn't want to continue.

He stood up using his crutches and lowered his eyes, trying his best to suppress his anger.

"Ah Fu, for the sake of these two children, I've said what I needed to say. I've done what I needed to do. I hope you can be like me, and go, thank you for your hospitality. "

"Take care."

Uncle Fu turned the wheelchair around and said in a cold voice.