Chapter 22 Volume 3

"Once the task fails, the system will have a vulnerability, referred to as a bug."

The silent brows had a deep haze, "What kind of situation will happen?"

"unknown."

Silently pursed his lips, his lowered hands tightened his fists and loosened them, looking at the man strode towards him, wearing a neat and rigorous military uniform, walking in the wind and snow, his eyebrows and temples were dyed a little silvery. And those deep eyes as deep as a tale seemed to reflect something, and they couldn't see clearly. With his calm steps, he gradually saw what was inside clearly.

He smiled, and the person in those eyes laughed.

"It's snowing so heavily, why are you going out for?" The boss who was used to it was completely different from his subordinates.

Lin Jianbai put his coat on Shen Mo, tightened his collar, and put the scarf in his hand tightly, then put his hands on his palm and covered it.

He leaned forward, leaned silently against Lin Jianbai, and his eyes crossed his broad shoulders to see the heavy snow in the sky, "General, I want to stay home for a few days."

Seeing that Lin Jianbai did not give a reply, the corner of his mouth moved and leaned over and touched him on his face.

"I'm not Lin Xue, and I don't need you to raise it."

The cold wind seemed to be colder than before, brushing across his cheeks, a little bit of bone-eroding cold. Lin Jianbai reached out to bring silence into his arms, tightened his arms, and spoke a low voice, "Is it still cold? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Every time the other party deliberately avoided some real problems between the two, and his silent tone was sharp, calling out his name for the first time, "Lin Jianbai."

With thin lips slightly curled, Lin Jianbai raised his sword eyebrows, and his pleasant curve, "Remember to call this in the future."

The bones in his body were squeezed by the silence were a little painful, and the heartbeat in his ears was clear and powerful, and the temperature transmitted through his clothes brought him a lot of warmth. With every breath, he gradually reacted somewhere in his body.

And the thing against him on his pants became harder, and there was a voice in my ears that was slightly hoarse, "Don't move."

Siddling his shoulders, he lay in his arms and chuckled. He said, "I don't move, but the thing below you keeps moving." As he said that, he reached into Lin Jianbai's military pants, found his sensitive point familiarly, rubbed slowly, and stroked it.

Lin Jianbai breathed heavily, turned sideways to block Fengxue from the silence, wrapped him in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his forehead and nose, and then kissed his lips.

Under the wide and solid coat, warmth is dependent on it.

The next day, Lin Jianbai ordered someone to send silent back to the Lu family. The snow had stopped, but it started to rain heavily.

He stood at the gate of the general's mansion and looked at the car that disappeared from his sight, narrowed his eyes and knew it was hard to predict, "The few old nuns in the temple cannot leave any traces, clean them up."

"Yes." The adjutant swallowed and said hesitantly, "General, if Mr. Lu knows..."

"Will he know?" Lin Jian raised his eyebrows and a fierce murderous aura surged out.

The adjutant's face tightened and a military salute was blowing. "Mr. Lu would never know if his subordinates guaranteed their lives."

After returning to the Lu family in silence, there was no too much sadness as I imagined. Lu Zhixing has grown a lot older. Lu Yan wore a plain white cheongsam, with faint red bloodshot remaining in his eyes, and he became much more haggard. The same is true for Bai Mudan, but her face is still charming.

Lu Xiayu's mourning hall is very simple. Those who come to participate in the praise ceremony are all Lu's business partners and several major families in Shanghai.

On the day of the funeral, it started heavy snow again. The long queues set out from the Lu family. The scattered paper money was whiter than the snowflakes, covering the streets when they came.

Lu Xiayu's sudden death made Chen Si clearer. The Lu family, or the big Chinese family of this era, can sometimes be measured by things.

On the 26th day of the New Year, he comforted Lu Yan in silence, and chatted with Bai Mudan for a while. He went into the study and looked at Lu Zhixing, who was deeply frowning at the desk, "Father."

Taking off the glasses on your nose, Lu Zhixing sighed, "Qiufeng, this matter shouldn't have been involved in it, but the Lu family is yours sooner or later. I discussed it with your mother many times, and finally decided that you will make this decision."

"Is something wrong?" Chen Shu asked faintly.

"This time, several cargo ships suffered heavy waves and suffered too much loss." Lu Zhixing said in contemplation, "The only two people who can help our Lu family get through the difficulties in the entire Shanghai beach are Rong Si of Paramount and Lin Jianbai."

Silence raised his eyebrows without notice and said nothing.

"Rong Si has no social relationship with the Lu family, but Lin Jianbai is different. He never gives people face, but he is the only exception to you. This shows how important Lin Xue is to him." Lu Zhixing picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea, "I plan to prepare a big gift with your mother in the past two days to go to the General's Mansion to explore the slightest."

He seemed to understand something, and he lowered his eyes silently, and said lightly, "Father, this is inappropriate."

"Isn't it?" Lu Zhixing frowned and sighed, "Qiufeng, I know you have stayed abroad and advocated free love, but when you were born in the Lu family, you have to do many things. If Lin Jianbai also has the intention to match you and Lin Xue, then we are the Lu family..."
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