Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 630 The Blood Clan’s Loyal Dog Butler vs. the Divine Eldest Lady 64

He treated her like a punching bag and beat her until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen.

He broke into the werewolf clan's lair and took the head of the werewolf king alone without dying.

"It was just a minor operation, why did he die..."

Lu Zewen opened the drawer, found the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and held it between his fingertips. He flicked the lighter switch with his right hand several times, but it just didn't light.

He frowned impatiently and roughly threw the cigarette and the expensive lighter into the trash can.

The two of them lay quietly in the trash can, feeling uncomfortable for some reason. Lu Zewen kicked the trash can, took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Drink?"

…

"Brother, the recent company acquisition did not go well?"

Xu Jinglong looked at the man who was still looking indifferent as he drank one bottle after another. He stretched out his hand to stop him from pouring wine into his mouth.

"Or is it because you didn't eat in time that you got angry?"

Lu Zewen's thin lips were glossy with wine, and he glanced at him coldly, saying nothing.

Xu Jinglong released his restraint: "Okay, you are the uncle, I won't ask anymore."

Lu Zewen drank two bottles of wine and suddenly thought of the occupation of the person in front of him:

"Will your doctor make a misdiagnosis?"

Xu Jinglong lowered his head and replied to the message on his mobile phone with a relaxed tone:

"Yes, but it depends on which one you are talking about."

"The kind that is misdiagnosed as a dead person."

The man in a camel trench coat stopped replying to the message and looked up at the drinking man:

"Brother, this is not a misdiagnosis, this is called corpse fraud."

When a person dies, he or she is dead, and when he comes back to life, he is a perfect corpse.

"oh."

Lu Zewen said lightly, raising his head and taking another sip of wine.

Xu Jinglong now became curious.

Although he is an authentic human being, all he does is blood business. As time went by, he became friends with Lu Zewen.

Having been friends for so many years, he was well aware of his friend's lack of emotion. It was the first time he saw him showing his emotions so clearly that things were not simple.

"Your brother is gone?"

As far as he knew, it was only a short distance away, which held some weight in his heart.

Lu Zewen sneered: "You can't live without him."

Xu Jinglong nodded calmly: "That's true. As an ordinary human being, I naturally don't live longer than you vampires."

Lu Zewen was too lazy to pay attention to him, lowered his head and continued drinking.

Xu Jinglong also understood that he was not looking for someone to go out to drink and reminisce about old times, but he wanted to drink and vent.

Naturally, he wouldn't stop his buddy when he wanted to drink. When Lu Zewen was drunk, he curled his lips, took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, opened his address book, found a familiar phone number, and dialed it.

"Dududu."

No one answered the phone. Xu Jinglong raised his eyebrows and looked at him:

"Your wolf cub went on strike today?"

The drunken man lying on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold shot hit his face.

Xu Jinglong felt a chill go down his back. He didn't know what kind of wind he was smoking. Just when he was about to curse, the words he asked tonight suddenly flashed in his mind.

His dark eyes opened slightly, and a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes:

"Isn't it? The person you are talking about today is a wolf cub?"

You can't blame him for being surprised. When Lance went crazy, he turned out to be an unstoppable god of murder. He could cut off the head of the Werewolf King and successfully escaped from the Werewolf Clan. He really couldn't think of anyone who could kill such a big boss.

he.

Lu Zewen's eyes flashed with sharp coldness.

Xu Jinglong frowned slightly, finally realizing which pot he was refusing to open and which pot he was not picking up. It touched his back scale, and he was really angry.

As a sensible person, he decisively chose to change the topic.

"Forget it, you're drunk, I'll drive you back."

………

Lu Zewen had a dream.

In the dream, Lance once again became a wolf cub waiting for food, chasing him for milk.

At that time, he was staying up all night for half a month on a case, so he got impatient and kicked him away. The little wolf cub fell on the carpet and let out a milky whimpering scream, which sounded very pitiful.

Lu Zewen frowned slightly as he looked at "himself" who kicked the wolf cub away indifferently.

There are many more similar things.

Everyone is excited to celebrate Christmas. Every household decorates the Christmas tree, exchanges gifts, and the brown turkey emits an attractive aroma through the windows.

Only Lance, holding his two bloody heads, looked blankly at the bustle around him. All normal people's lives had nothing to do with him.

Another example.

On the day of the chase, he watched with his own eyes as Lance drained most of the blood in his body in order to use the secret escape technique, and his steps faltered, but he never left him alone...

Lu Zewen was finally woken up by the rapid ringing of the phone.

The secretary’s anxiously lowered voice came from the other end:

"Mr. Lu, have you arrived at the company? Mr. Friedrich and his team have already arrived. The meeting will start in two minutes. Do you need me to go downstairs to pick you up?"

Lu Zewen just woke up and was still immersed in dreams: "What meeting?"

The secretary choked for a moment: "It's just a meeting with Nicai Company... Could it be that you... forgot..."

The further he spoke, the softer his voice became, and finally became inaudible.

Lu Zewen glanced at the wrinkled suit jacket beside the bed, got up and got out of bed, and said coldly:

"Hold them, I'm coming over now."

………

Quan Jiu sat in the classroom, staring at the white paper on the table, but his eyes were not focused.

Wang Hemiao looked over and said, "It's rare to see you taking notes in class. Hurry up and copy them for me."

He pulled up the white paper and saw the words "Andrew" written on it.

"Xiao Xixi, you can't be such a scumbag. You have to look at what's in the pot while eating from the bowl. Having a younger brother is not enough. You have to take down the older brother too?"

Quan Jiu pulled back the blank paper: "Get out of here."

The other three target targets were more or less frowned upon. Only Andrew was left, and there was no room for action.

Well...it can't be counted as nothing.

It's just that the method is a bit harsh, and she is considering whether to use it or not.

Wang Hemiao approached with a playful smile: "I'm just kidding, don't tell Butler Lu this."

Quan Jiu said a perfunctory "hmm" and was hesitating whether to skip class when he received a message from Andrew as usual.

The passionate man would send her messages every day, and she would occasionally reply, but most of the time she would not reply.

[Andrew: I have a friend who is coming to City C to film. I can take you to visit the show. Do you want to come? 】

Quan Jiu clicked on the picture he sent, looking confused.

Who?

When Wang Hemiao saw the photo, he spat out a shocking "fuck" without even bothering to attend class.

"This classmate, do you have any objections to the content of my lecture?" The old professor knocked on the blackboard.

Wang Hemiao was stunned and apologized hastily:

"I'm sorry, teacher, I just got hit on my foot by a book."

The old professor sighed, opened one eye, and closed one eye: "Be careful next time."

When he turned back to write on the blackboard, Wang Hemiao excitedly grabbed Quan Jiu's arm.

"Holy shit! My good sister, the King wants to take you to visit Christine's class?!"

(End of chapter)