Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

The cool girl wore a pair of opaque glasses, her voice was low and she asked, "Is there any gasoline?"

So cool and handsome!

If you put on a locomotive again, it would be perfect. The clerk couldn’t help but look at it a few more times: “Yes.” He glanced out, but didn’t see the car. He probably stopped in the distance, “I want to fill it up for you. ?"

"No." She said, "Sell it to me directly."

"..."

Isn't this person going to set fire?

The clerk was shocked by his own guess, and he felt cool and handsome just now. At this moment, take a closer look. The more you look, the more you look like a criminal. He quickly retreats to the mop behind. As long as the criminal dares to hurt him, he will hit him with the mop. : "Our shop does not sell directly."

"Not for sale."

The ‘criminal’ thought for a while, and his tone was serious and serious: "If I don’t sell it, I will burn your shop."

It really is a criminal!

Still terrorist level!

The clerk said: "Sell, sell, sell." tremblingly asked the "terrorist", "How much do you want?"

‘Terrorist’: "Enough to burn a three-story villa."

"..." Damn!

At about eight o'clock, a strong wind blew suddenly.

Tang Ying knocked on the door, and the people in the lounge said to come in.

She pushed the door in. She didn't see Zhou Qingrang, only assistant Xiao Yuan was inside. She asked, "Is the brother gone?"

Xiao Yuan said: "It will be broadcast right away." He still held Zhou Qingrang's cell phone in his hand.

While talking, the bell rang again.

Xiao Yuan took a look at the call, but it was still the same number just now: "I'm calling again, maybe there is something urgent."

"You take it."

Xiao Yuan answered the phone.

The other party was a girl, calling Zhou Qingrang: "Uncle."

Uncle?

Isn’t the anchor Zhou without relatives and no reason?

"Hello, I am Teacher Zhou's assistant."

"Hello, this is Tang Xiang."

Xiao Yuanke explained politely: "Ms. Zhou has already gone back, and the phone has fallen on the radio. Do you have anything urgent to call him?"

No wonder no one has answered.

Tang Xiang also just learned about the relationship between Zhou Xufang and Zhou Qingmeng. The first thing he thought of was Zhou Qingrang, who was sad for Zhou Xufang, but also happy for Zhou Qingmen.

He is alone, so he has a relative.

"If you see him, can you let him call me back?"

Xiao Yuan said: "Okay."

Tang thought: "Thank you."

"you are welcome."

Outside, there was a strong wind, and I don't know if it's going to rain.

Jiang Zhi's phone rang, the takeaway arrived. He ended the video conference and came out of the study without seeing Zhou Xufang in the living room.

The bedroom is also lit.

"Xu Fang."

"Xu Fang."

No one responded, he looked around in the room but didn't see her.

She was not at home, and she was still lying on the sofa to watch a drama 15 minutes ago. At this moment, she can't find a trace. On weekdays, she will tell him when she goes out, even if there is a temporary task of running errands, she will report to him in advance.

Jiang Zhi dialed her phone, turned it off, and couldn't even get through the number she used to perform tasks.

He called Fang Ideal.

"Director Jiang." Fang Ideal was flattered when the great director called himself.

Is it to add drama to her?

"Is my girlfriend with you?"

"..."

It turned out to be looking for a girlfriend.

It's really inseparable for a moment, Fang Ideal said, "No."

Jiang Zhi said "Excuse me", then hung up the phone and called Qiao Nanchu again.

"Is your girlfriend?"

Looking for Wen Baiyang.

Qiao Nanchu: "We are not living together."

Jiang Zhi is not interested in knowing if they are living together: "Are you there?"

Qiao Nanchu licked his teeth: "...Yes." He just happened to come over and didn't live together!

Jiang Zhi's tone was a little anxious: "Ask her if Zhou Xufang has looked for her."

"Okay you, I'm here for all my girlfriends."

Jiang Zhi didn't have time to talk to him and hung up.

After a while, Wen Baiyang sent an email, using Frost's mailbox: "Twenty minutes ago, Xu Fang asked me to help her black out the monitoring of Xiangming Road."

Xiangming Road is the main road to Luo's house.

Luo family.

At the entrance of the study, the next person came and said: "Chairman, Mr. Zhou is here."

Luo Huaiyu put aside official business: "Come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhou Qing walked slowly with crutches.

Luo Huaiyu looked up at him and told the servant: "Go and make a pot of tea."

"No need to."

The voice was not at all the gentleness of the usual news broadcast, and it was cold and clear. He said to the servant of the Luo family: "Excuse me, please go out."

The servant glanced at Luo Huaiyu, then quit and took the door.

Luo Huaiyu was sitting on a solid wood chair with the leading cane on his hand. There were many age spots on the back of his hand: "You came to me because of your sister?"

If it weren't for Zhou Qingmeng, he wouldn't enter Luo's door again.

He stepped forward, with an old disease on his right leg and a prosthesis on his left leg. He walked limply: "Is Luo San my sister's child?"

Luo Huaiyu's expression instantly changed: "Who told you?"

He did not answer, his eyes were tight, and he asked again: "Is it?"

Only one person except the Luo family knew about this.

"Are you going to see He Xiangxiu?"

Zhou Qing let the answer: "Yes."

Luo Huaiyu could not argue, and admitted: "She was indeed from Qingmeng." His expression was calm, and he was not at all flustered. "Because it is Qingmeng's child, I was raised in Luo's family. Otherwise, I won't adopt one. Disabled adopted child."

It seems to have done a great kind of charity.

Zhou Qing let his feet limped forward. On weekdays, those hollow and thin eyes brightened like sharp blades: "Eight years ago, your granddaughter set fire and your son murdered, do you know that?"

He is also investigating this matter.

Luo Huaiyu did not answer positively, and said without changing his face: "The case is still being heard. It is still too early to make a conclusion about the truth."

Still have to quibble.

Zhou Qing made a sneer: "Everything of the Luo family is under your nose, how could you not know it."

Luo Sanhui was burned to death, he acquiesced, and even more than that.

"Cleaning--"

Zhou Qingren interrupted him: "Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Just after the words were thrown to the ground, there was a sudden loud bang outside the room.

Then someone shouted: "It's on fire, it's on fire!"

There was also Xu Yunci's voice, yelling in a hurry, "Yinghe!"

"mom!"

"mom!"

"It's on fire, Ying and you come down quickly!"

There was another bang. It should have been an explosion in the kitchen, and there was chaos outside. The master and servants of the Luo family were all fleeing, running out in a hurry.

Soon there was heavy smoke drifting into the study room from the crack of the door, all the wires on the wall burned and crackled. There was no light in the room, but there was fire shining on it, and it was still bright as day.

Zhou Qing asked to see the flames rising higher and higher outside the glass window and smiled: "Luo Huaiyu, your retribution is here."

Luo Huaiyu immediately got up with a cane.

Zhou Qing asked him to step forward and locked the door.

Luo Huaiyu was shocked: "What are you going to do?"

His eyes were burning, and there was a large fire in his eyes: "Twenty-three years, I have lived with this breath for 23 years, and I am waiting for your Luo family's retribution. Luo Changde is over, Luo Qinghe also It's over." He looked at Luo Huaiyu, "You are the only one left."

He wants to die together...

Luo Huaiyu leaned on crutches, walked quickly to the door, and roared: "Get out of the way!"

He did not back down, resolutely, and blocked the door with his back: "My sister is gone, Luo San is also dead, my body won't last long anyway, you can die with me."

He didn't want to live, he didn't want to live eight years ago.

If you die, go to the underground to find his sister. His sister is timid and afraid of a lot of things. She will be afraid if no one is with him.

"You are crazy!"

Luo Huaiyu was completely confused.

"Yes, crazy." The hand he held on the doorknob was burnt red, very thin, with distinct joints. "Eight years ago, I should have been crazy. I should carry a knife and kill all of you Luo Family. , That way, at least Luo San can live."

This person is not dead.

Luo Huaiyu shouted at the door: "Old Qi!"

"Open the door!"

"Old Qi!"

Fires blazed into the sky outside the glass windows, heavy smoke was everywhere, and the house was closed and the temperature rose higher and higher.

Zhou Qing let him step forward limpingly, pointing his crutches at Luo Huaiyu.

"Zhou Qingrang!"

His eyes were very empty, and there was only a desperate decision: "Go down and apologize to my sister."