Chapter 991 The Spirited Young Man 1

Qiao Xia, "..."

He didn't want Qiao Xia to be the bridesmaid, but he wasn't the best man.

He had no interest in being a best man, so he would never let Qiao Xia be the bridesmaid.

Qiao Xia was angry and rushed over to hit him, saying that you were being mean.

"You are getting more and more outrageous."

Xu Ai smiled, "Don't argue, it's about half a year later, we'll talk about it then, Da Qiao, you have half a year to convince him to be the best man, and then you can be my bridesmaid."

"Why must he be the best man before I can be the bridesmaid?"

Mu Liang, "..."

He had a hard requirement of 120 for his wife's IQ, and he really shouldn't lower the standard, it was really difficult to communicate, and it felt like it damaged his taste.

Alas!

Liu Xin looked at the cute and handsome appearance of Xu Xiaoshu in the newspaper, and remembered that when Mu Liang and Liu Zheng were young, there was no need for paternity testing, and he also knew that this must be the descendant of their Liu family.

I thought Liu Zheng would have no descendants in this life, but I didn't expect his son to be so old.

Perhaps, he really did something wrong.

Now, he got married, and as a father, he actually knew about it through the media.

How ironic.

City A was full of harmony and happiness, but New York was full of sorrow. Chu Lin called and told Mu Liang a piece of news, "Abo was assassinated by Lu Xiaojiu and is in the emergency room. It may be the last time to see him."

Mu Liang's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly prepared the plane, entrusted Qiao Xia and Dudu to Gu Xiaowu, and flew to New York.

In the past few years, the brothers have been running a group. Although they have frequent contacts, sometimes they are far apart. However, no matter when, if someone has an accident, they will gather together with a phone call.

How could it be Xiaojiu.

How could it be Xiaojiu?

Fenghuo Hospital.

Chu Lin and Lin Jingsheng were both there. When Mu Liang came, Lu Bo's operation had just ended. The person was saved, but he did not regain consciousness.

Chu Lin was furious, "I'll go find her!"

Mu Liang held his arm and said in a deep voice, "Do you remember what A Bo said when Aunt Ling died that year?"

Lu Bai said, Xiao Jiu and I have a destiny of life and death, you don't interfere, even if one day I die under her gun, please protect her for me and don't hurt her.

"He's drunk, he's unconscious!" Chu Lin said angrily.

"A Lin, don't go." Lin Jingsheng said, always laughing and making trouble, charming, he looked pale, "Don't go."

If Lu Bai can't resist this, they don't want Lu Bai to die with his eyes open.

Mu Liang frowned and returned to Fenghuo Group. The French window of Lu Bai's residence was broken through and shattered all over the floor. There was blood and glass everywhere. He knew that Lu Xiaojiu was monitoring Lu Bai across the street every day.

Lu Bai's room has never had a French window.

Every night, he knew that there was a gun pointed at his head.

This is a gamble.

A gamble in exchange for life.

The price is too high.

Mu Liang suddenly thought of something.

Aunt Ling's death anniversary.

Mu Liang turned around and left Fenghuo Group.

Tianyi has a cenotaph.

He likes the sea.

Lu Xiaojiu set up his cenotaph on a mountain by the sea. She often came to see Tianyi. As expected, Mu Liang saw Lu Xiaojiu in front of Tianyi's cenotaph.

There was drizzle in New York, and the sky was gray and without any light.

Lu Xiaojiu was wrapped in a long black windbreaker, her face was as white as a ghost. She stood quietly in front of the cenotaph, like a lifeless statue. Mu Liang looked at her with deep eyes. He thought of Lu Bai, who was full of vigor and vitality that year, and Lu Bai, who was lifeless after that year.