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Nine hundred and eight: success and failure

Lu Qiao didn't have time to read the suicide note at this time, so he thought helplessly that Wang Wei pointed to the suicide note.

Wang Wei looked at the suicide note on the table half-believingly, and muttered: "Where is that potted plant?"

At this time, Lu Qiao saw the dead Mr. Wang, whose leaves had withered.

Indeed, there were no branches in the potted plants and only soil left. The road and bridge quickly walked forward.

The dragon and phoenix used it in their hands and picked the dead leaves on the old man's body into their own hands.

Lu Qiao bent down and picked up the flower pot and explained: "As a tree demon, Xiao Tao probably can't stand it and Mr. Wang will die alone and follow him."

Lu Qiao said as he reached out to dig a hole, then stuffed the dead leaves in his palm into the hole, raised them to Wang Wei for a look.

Wang Wei subconsciously nodded his head: "Then I'll ask my sister to come and see it."

Lu Qiao lit his head and put down the potted plant.

Wang Wei called and turned on the phone with hands-free. Lu Qiao could tell that Xiaolu didn't want to come back at first, but after Wang Wei said that Xiaolu vaguely knew what she knew and immediately said she would come back immediately.

After almost an hour of waiting, the deer ran back.

After entering the door, Xiaolu saw the situation in the cabin, covered her mouth with her hands and cried out.

Compared to Wang Wei's tears, Xiaolu could almost express it by flowing. It was a real cry. Lu Qiao patted Xiaolu's head and pointed to the suicide note on the table a little further away.

Xiaolu and Wang Weiyu arrived at the table, and Lu Qiao also walked over and looked.

I wrote hundreds of words in the book, and I was shocked to write so many roads and bridges in just a few minutes.

Wang Wei muttered: "This is Dad's notes."

Xiaolu also lit her head: "The word I tilts to the right, which is my father's style. No one can write it like that, because it is caused by the father's elbow being tilted more and more inward after an old injury to his elbow."

Lu Qiao opened his mouth and said, "Why do I want to help you?"

Lu Qiao said as he walked between the two of them, thinking that after Xiaotao finished writing, he didn't have time to read it.

At this time, Lu Qiao looked at it and couldn't continue to think about it...

Lu Qiao said helplessly: "That, dear Xiaolu Xiaowei... Forget it, you should just read it yourself."

Lu Qiao gave way to the side awkwardly, and the little deer murmured: "I haven't heard what my father calls me for a long time. That's what I did when I was very young."

"Me too, I haven't seen it for a long time. Let's recite it silently, Luqiao can't continue reading." Wang Wei said.

After the two of them swept hundreds of lines of words, Lu Qiao asked, "What have they written."

"Let's not miss it, the others are the same as mentioned before. The zoo is mine, and the Star of Lugang is the eldest brother's." Xiaolu explained.

Wang Wei nodded: "I also reminded me of where the bank card password and some accounts are, so this must be left by my father."

Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly, thinking about the relationship between Xiaotao and Mr. Wang. Since Mr. Wang has been spending the day with Xiaotao in his dream and then reviewing it at night. So these little Taos can naturally understand.

Lu Qiao smiled happily on the side, and at this time he could no longer do anything except laughing.

Lu Qiao was about to say something, but Wang Wei said, "I mentioned that I would burn the entire house later."

"The whole house?" Lu Qiao said in confusion.

"The meaning of the suicide note is that before the entire wooden house was built, I thought that I would burn it together on the day of my death, so that I could take the entire wooden house to the underworld." Wang Wei explained.

Lu Qiao was stunned for a moment and reacted helplessly, "It's okay to burn it? Is it even a person?"

Wang Wei and Xiaolu both nodded their heads.

Luqiao only understood why, if he did not set fire to burn the entire house. He lifted Mr. Wang and left, he found that Mr. Wang was left with only one skin and had no flesh and blood. If he was discovered, it would be possible that more problems would be involved.

Luqiao took the lead in walking out at this time, and Wang Wei and Xiaolu could only keep up.

Lu Qiao walked out of the cabin and turned around to look at the cabin.

Everyone had their own thoughts in their hearts at this moment. Lu Qiao looked at Xiaolu and Wang Wei and asked, "Who are you setting this fire?"

Wang Wei and Xiaolu both looked at Luqiao. Wang Wei took out the lighter he carried with him and said, "Why don't you come?"

The mouth of the road bridge was postponed, but the hand had already made movements.

Lu Qiao grabbed the lighter, and Lu Qiao understood that something might happen if he didn't do it.

In order to avoid sleeping and dreaming, Lu Qiao grabbed the lighter and walked to the cabin.

The lighter clicked on the wooden wall, and it started to turn black for a moment and then the corner began to burn.

Then it burned to the entire side door, and half of the door curtain also burned.

Lu Qiao quickly retreated and turned off the lighter. Lu Qiao, Wang Wei, and Xiao Lu watched the entire cabin burn.

Lu Qiao looked at Wang Wei and said, "You have to manage the Lugang Star yourself next. Do you still have time to open your board game?"

Wang Wei shook his head: "If you don't open it, let's take our affairs down first."

Lu Qiao's heart skipped a beat: "That's what Xiaotian is doing."

At this time, Wang Wei looked at Xiaotian behind him: "Continue to do what you said in Xiaotian. Luqiao we owe you too much."

"How can you be so embarrassed?" Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly.

Wang Wei shook his head: "If you hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have known that my father had died. You said that it's been three days since he died,"

Lu Qiao lowered his head helplessly: "I should thank you."

The fire was burning wildly, and the fire was obviously getting bigger and bigger.

The maids and housekeepers around ran out to call the police, but Wang Wei shouted to stop everyone.

The fire was burning at this time, so Wang Wei naturally did not intend to let anyone extinguish it.

Luqiao pointed to the place where the fire burned, and said, "If this place is rebuilt, what do you want to make?"

Xiaolu shook her head and Wang Wei thought: "I don't know, I used to have an idea. After my father died, he demolished the cat nest to pee, but now he sees this situation. I think I'd better forget it, now I want to build the original house."

Lu Qiao lit his head: "Then I've left it to you, is that OK?"

Wang Wei nodded: "Well, I will ask the driver to take Xiaotian to the cafe tomorrow. As for Chen Hao and Han Dong you mentioned, just give them my information."

"Thank you for your hard work." Lu Qiao nodded helplessly,

Luqiao turned around and left, Luqiao did not do this at all.

Lu Qiao thought that if he could come earlier and if he came earlier, everything might be different.

Of course, it may not be better, because Lu Qiao didn't know that Mr. Wang still had diseases.

The road and bridge slowly left, and at this time I thought of a lot.
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