Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 140

Chapter 140 The Fool’s Happy Bride 15

It was at noon when the sun was at its strongest, and there were still many people on the street. Outside the Lu residence, which had been neglected since the death of the old man of the Lu family, dozens of military vehicles stopped in an orderly manner. Soldiers got out of the vehicles and sealed the inside and outside of the Lu residence.

Curious passers-by couldn’t help but come forward and crane their necks to take a look. A bullet flew past his neck and penetrated a bluestone slab behind him.

“Ouch! What’s going on?”

“Those who didn’t know about this battle thought that Mr. Lu was resurrected and came back victorious!”

Just at this moment, Lu Zhai’s housekeeper walked out of the main door of Lu Zhai.

The passers-by who were really curious followed him for a while until they could no longer see the soldiers with guns, and then they approached him and said, “Hey, housekeeper Zhao! What’s wrong with your Lu family? Why don’t you see your wife out shopping today?”

Zhao Tongguang kept walking and said calmly: “My wife is not feeling well. Let me go find a doctor.”

The man’s tone was cold, and there was an unpleasant aura about him. He usually seemed taciturn, but today he might be worried about his wife’s health, and there was a hint of depression in his brows. Passers-by didn’t dare to ask any more questions, and he left in a haphazard manner.

Zhao Tongguang walked into the Huichun Hall.

In front of the counter, Zhao Wenhong was taking medicine for the customers as usual.

“Follow me to Lu Zhai,” Zhao Tongguang said.

Zhao Wenhong raised his head from the pile of medicinal materials and frowned slightly: “Is he sick again?”

“It’s not really a disease,” Zhao Tongguang couldn’t describe what he saw from the house in words, “just… fainted.”

…

Zhao Wenhong arrived at Luzhai and when he walked into the house, he finally understood the indescribable look on Zhao Tongguang’s face.

The room was filled with a sweet aroma, hundreds of times stronger than the wife’s in the past, as if all the sweet juice had been squeezed out of the skin and flesh.

The land general who inherited his father’s legacy was sitting by the bed, with a cigarette in his mouth. There were two slap marks on the right side of his face. The left side of his face was cut with a dagger. There was also a circle of purple-red pinch marks around his neck, but his features were satisfied, like a wolf that had just finished eating.

Seeing him come in, the man said in a hoarse voice: “Come here and feel his pulse.”

Zhao Wenhong lifted the bed curtain and looked down at the naked person wrapped in quilts on the bed. As soon as his fingertips touched the thin white wrist covered with bite marks, a handkerchief was thrown over.

Zhao Wenhong had no choice but to put a handkerchief on Xie Rong’s wrist and feel his pulse through the handkerchief.

After a while.

“It takes so long? Your medical skills were not like this when you were in the army.” Lu Chuan put out the cigarette and squinted at him.

Zhao Wenhong took back his hand and smiled faintly: “The general also said that it was before. How can a person who has died once be the same as before?”

“My wife is not as tall as a man in the army. You are too ignorant of moderation,” Zhao Wenhong lowered his head and began to write the prescription. He said calmly, “If she were my wife, I would never treat her like the general.”

After speaking, without waiting for Lu Chuan’s reaction, Fang Zi left the room.

Lu Chuan sat quietly for a long time, lifted a corner of the bed curtain and peeked inside.

The person under the quilt was washed very clean by him. When he first put the person into the tub, his legs were still wrapped around his waist and he refused to get down while scolding him for not being a man.

She was so short of men that she couldn’t bear it anymore and fainted in the bathtub. Who doesn’t understand moderation?

Lu Chuan leaned over and lifted the quilt, pinched the soft flesh on Xie Rong’s cheek, and the anger accumulated in his heart temporarily subsided.

What else can I do, I can only forgive him.

…

When Xie Rong woke up, it was already dark.

In a daze, I thought it was just after dark yesterday.

The bare legs under the quilt were slightly bent, brushing against the smooth sheets beneath him. Xie Rong reached under the pillow and felt for nothing.

“I threw the dagger away.”

Xie Rong turned his head and realized that the man was sitting quietly by the bed, staring at him with lowered eyes.

Xie Rong was so filled with hatred that he grabbed Lu Chuan by the collar of his uniform and pulled him down on the bed. He sat on the man’s waist and pressed the pillow in his hand against the man’s face. He insisted on suffocating this bitch to death.

Lu Chuan took out a handful of something cold from behind and placed it on his plump leg.

Xie Rong was frozen for a moment and looked down with a stern face.

It was a silver pistol, exactly the same as the one Lu Chuan used to shoot his servant that night.

Xie Rong held it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly by the candlelight, quite unable to put it down.

This is much more powerful than a dagger.

Xie Rong pulled the trigger on Lu Chuan’s heart.

The silver pistol made no move.

“Are you kidding me?” Xie Rong said coldly.

Lu Chuan sat up, his long legs holding his wife, who was much smaller than him, in his arms. He turned over Xie Rong’s body, his chest pressed against Xie Rong’s back, taught Xie Rong how to load the bullet, and then pointed at the vase full of golden roses on the table and fired.

The vase and roses fell apart at the same time.

“I guess you prefer the former between guns and useless vases,” Lu Chuan tilted his head and pressed his lips against the side of his neck, “Some things will never happen again.”

Xie Rong stared at the smoking muzzle, his eyes becoming excited little by little.

If he could take this gun to the world of cultivation, how could he become an immortal? Anyone who made him unhappy would be shot to death.

He thought coldly, the first person to be killed was the man named Lu.

Xie Rong’s eyes were full of joy. He lowered his head and kissed the muzzle of the gun. The smell of gunpowder smoke fascinated him. He stretched out his tongue and licked it. The slight burning sensation turned his lips bright red, like a drop of pigeon blood.

A big hand suddenly grabbed his chin, and the rough fingertips pressed heavily on his lips.

“You really never forget to seduce men,” Lu Chuan said hoarsely, then lowered his head and kissed him hard.

He finally doesn’t have to pretend to be a fool, endure his desires, endure his wife’s betrayal, and can do whatever he wants.

There was a knock on the door, but no one responded.

A group of servants were carrying dishes for the evening and looked at the housekeeper beside them for help.

Zhao Tongguang opened the door and swept through the intertwining voices behind the bed curtains. His tone was smooth and smooth, ensuring that both of them could hear, “Sir, Madam, dinner is ready.”

The seconds on the wall rotated several times.

Lu Chuan came out of the bed curtain first, straightened out the wrinkled officer’s uniform, knelt down and picked up a pale pink high-heeled shoe, and helped the wife on the bed put it on.

Zhao Tongguang looked away, turned around and ordered the servant, “Bring it in.”

“Oh…” The servant glanced at the butler’s wooden face and felt that the butler seemed to be in a bad mood and a little irritable. The servants beside him silently moved away from him.

The round table was filled with Xie Rong’s favorite dishes.

During the meal break, Xie Rong asked abruptly: “Where is my cousin?”

Lu Chuan took a bite of the bun and said, “Dead.”

Under the round table, Xie Rong’s heels stepped on his military boots.

Lu Chuan calmly changed his words: “Severely injured and unconscious, he was sent back to the military area.”

“Can you deal with him as you wish?” Xie Rong squinted at him.

Lu Chuan nodded: “Of course, my official position is higher than his.”