The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Lu Chuliang was being beaten, panting heavily, and vowed to die.

He was born as a member of the Lu family, and died as a ghost of the Lu family!

Very good, very ambitious.

Fu Zhi watched him being beaten, and seven or eight non-mainstream teenagers noticed Fu Zhi, but they didn't see her move and didn't take her seriously.

In the dim light, the man in the lead, with red eyes, pulled out a dagger from his jacket pocket, glowing with a faint cold light.

Lu Chuliang let out a chicken cry, "Dad! Dad called an ambulance to save me!"

The leading man said, "Hehe, no one will come to rescue you even if your throat is broken..."

"Snapped--"

It was the sound of empty beer bottles hitting the human brain.

Glass shards flew around, the elder brother in the lead was probably stunned by the smash, touched the back of his head, and stopped the movement of his hands.

Fu Zhi approached him, pulled out another wooden stick, and hit it straight.

No time for a reaction.

The dagger in the leader's hand fell, followed by his body limply.

Fu Zhi kicked the washing scissors and blew, and the younger brothers reacted, shouting slogans "ahhhhh" and rushed forward, but Fu Zhi hit the head with the stick in Fu Zhi's hand and called Dad.

Lu Chuliang was stunned, and subconsciously looked in Fu Zhi's direction.

The girl was wearing a black peaked cap, wrapped in the night, and the mask was still on her face, so she couldn't see her face. A slender white hand rested on the brim of the hat and gently pulled it off.

Lu Chuliang's heart beat faster.

Those little non-mainstreams dragged the elder brother's body, and she stopped him before running.

The little non-mainstream people are about to cry, covering their heads, "Can you stop slapping your face?"

Fu Zhi said, "Pay the toll."

Little non-mainstream people: "..."

No one moved, Fu Zhi raised his stick, and the non-mainstream people quickly transferred money on WeChat.

"Okay," Fu Zhi didn't even look at how much money was transferred, Lu Chuliang stared at her, the man under the shadow raised his head slightly, seemed to be smiling, and said in a low voice, "My son Lu Zhiwen, when he sees the money around Let's go, understand?"

"Lu Zhiwen, you wait for us—"

The punks ran away, yelling at the top of their voices.

Lu Chuliang: "..." These idiots.

Lu Chuliang leaned on the wall and slowly stood up, "You're smart, you know you can't offend me! The matter of my sister will be written off, and you don't come to hang around our house in the future, and there are still..."

"boom--"

Lu Chuliang was tapped from behind with a sap.

He tilted his head and looked in Fu Zhi's direction in disbelief. Before he fell into a coma, he heard the man call the police in a blur, "Yes, at the Yucheng Bar, Lu Chuliang was beaten up for being suspected of participating in pornographic transactions, um, I'm not afraid , I believe the organization will protect me."

Lu Chuliang: "..." This is not over!

Fu Zhi hung up the phone, glanced at him, cold and heartless, "Do you know how to call the police?"

Lu Chuliang reflexively yelled at her, but when he raised his eyes weakly, he met Fu Zhi's cold gaze.

She is not as unbearable as Lu Chuwan said, nor is she wearing light makeup like Lu Chuwan, but she still holds a wooden stick in her hand, and her palm-sized face only has a pair of beautiful eyes.

It's not brutal, on the contrary, it's a little bit nice.

Well, the eyes are beautiful.

Lu Chuliang felt that he was stunned by the beating, and suppressed the weirdness in his heart.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, he gasped, "I, yes, tell the truth!"

Fu Zhi swung the wooden stick.

There was the sound of the wind being stirred.

Fu Zhi, "I think you will be obedient."

Lu Chuliang's heart trembled.

He was suffocated, rolled his eyes, and passed out directly.

*

When Bai Yao arrived at the police station, Lu Chuliang was handcuffed in the living room, "What's going on? Who beat you?"

Bai Yao was very nervous, after all, he was the only son.

Lu Chuliang twitched the corner of his mouth, and the words in his throat circled around. For some reason, he changed it to, "Zhao Cheng is a group of people."

"What did they beat you for?"

"Okay, don't ask, just take care of your own affairs, don't take care of mine. I want to go home!"

What an ancestor, here to collect debts!

Bai Yao was so angry that she dragged her back home.

*

The next day, Monday.

When Fu Zhi got up late, Gu Yan went to the living room to have breakfast first.

When Xu Wei and Lu Yumo went downstairs, they saw Gu Yan sitting on Fu Zhi's exclusive chair.

"Gu Yan." Lu Yumo frowned and called her.

"Well, what are you doing?"

There is always a domineering arrogance in Gu Yan's expression, even when she speaks.

It's not Lu Yumo's favorite tune.

"Yanyan, that chair belongs to Zhizhi, she doesn't like being touched by others." Xu Wei pulled Lu Yumo, feeling a little embarrassed.

Gu Yan frowned, "I just saw that it's placed here, isn't the chair just for people to sit on?" Moreover, this position is the closest to where Lu Yushen eats and sits on weekdays, and it was also where Gu Yan came to Lu's house for dinner when she was a child. Exclusive location.

Gu Yan was not quite sure what Xu Wei meant.

Anyway, this matter is quite messy, Xu Wei explained again, "Zhizhi felt uncomfortable in her tailbone some time ago, her second brother bought her a chair, and she usually cleans the chair by herself, so if we don't let us handle it, if you If it’s comfortable to sit on, auntie will buy one for you, right? It should arrive tomorrow.”