Chapter 465: How much hatred and resentment

Biquge EbookFREE.me, the fastest update of the invincible Shuangbao: Ao Jiao Mummy Super Powerful latest chapter!
"No matter how cunning people will show flaws, let the police continue to stare." Lu Juefeng opened his eyebrows firmly.
"Relax! Wanted orders have been sent to all parts of the country, and plainclothes inspections have been set up at checkpoints and traffic entry and exit points in various cities. Tianluodi has been set up, so I can't believe him."
Speaking of people in black, Lu Jueyun hated his teeth, how much hatred and grievances, only to get such a dead hand.
"At all costs, be sure to catch the murderer. I'm afraid it's not that simple. He will shoot the first time, and he will definitely shoot the second time."
Lu Juefeng frowned, who was it, and he had to deal with Bai Zhi with his dead hand.
Did everything come to the Lu family again?
"Manpower and private investigators have been arranged to investigate and analyze the real reason for this matter. Xiaobai was injured and the stock price plummeted. There must be a premeditated plan."
Regarding this point, Lu Jueyun thought to Lu Juefeng, he paused and continued: "About the Song family, I also found someone to stare at, just in case."
"Well." Lu Juefeng nodded. "In addition to this matter, the matter of the New City project should also be grasped. I said that you will slowly take over the affairs of some companies after the year."
"Brother ..." Lu Jueyun begged for mercy.
"It seems that you are not going to let me help you find someone." Lu Juefeng's lips slightly tickled.
Lu Jueyun, who was caught seven inches, instantly turned into frosted eggplant.
He is interested in solving such cases, but he is really not talented in managing the company.
Lu Jueyun suddenly regretted it. Why didn't he directly report to an investigative profession and become a policeman?

Song Family Villa.
After breakfast, Song Licheng sent Xiaoke Xiaoai to school.
After getting along for a while, Xiao Ke Xiao Ai became increasingly dependent on Song Licheng, and he was surrounded by him without any problems, his uncle long and uncle short.
Song Licheng was even more desperate. He spoiled the two little guys, and even started to consider returning to China for the sake of Xiaoke Xiaoai.
After learning, Li Haiyan was very happy and responsive to the two grandchildren and spoiled them as the Song family tyrants.
Watching the two little guys having fun every day, Bai Zhi's mood and appetite also improved.
She sat by the window and smelled the fragrance of orchids downstairs. The servant told her the other day that the Huahai downstairs had recently cultivated various roses and roses.
Bai Zhi reached out to hold the beam, and didn't know if she could see it when the cherry blossoms were blooming.
"Miss, the old man said that the old Chinese doctor who came to give you a pulse has arrived." The servant's respectful voice came from the door.
"Okay." Bai Zhi groped to close the window, and the maid helped him down the stairs.
In the lobby on the first floor, Song Siming was sitting on the sofa and talking to an old man with satin Tang suit and white eyebrows and white hair. Bai Zhi walked to the sofa and smelled a faint smell of herbs.
Following the voice, her unfocused eyes fell on the old man.
Song Siming got up and came to help Bai Zhi: "Xiao Zhi, this is Mr. Zhou Lao. He is very famous in Jiangcheng. Dad asked him to show you your eyes."
"Thank you Dad, good old Mr. Zhou." Bai Zhi said with a smile: "You and Lu Juefeng want to go together, he is also looking for Chinese medicine around Zhang Luo."
Song Siming's expression changed slightly, but his tone was still loving: "Mr. Zhou Lao has cured many incurable diseases. Your eyes will definitely get better soon."
Mr. Zhou looked at Bai Zhi, did not rush to diagnose her pulse, but asked many of her feelings after being injured.
At this time, the servant took the phone and hurried over, "Miss, your electricity ..."
Song Siming scanned the three words "Lu Juefeng" on the phone and immediately stood up to stop it.
After taking the phone, open the answer button directly after going upstairs.
"Song Dong?" Lu Juefeng was puzzled when he heard Song Siming's voice.
"Xiao Zhi is inconvenient to answer the phone now. There is something I can tell you, Mr. Lu." Song Siming said in a cold voice.
"My grandfather knew a famous Chinese doctor in China. He happened to come to Jiangcheng recently. I want him to show Bai Zhi ..." Although he heard the indifference in Song Siming's mouth, Lu Juefeng remained polite.
"No need." Song Siming directly interrupted Lu Juefeng's words, "Xiaozhi told me about looking for Chinese medicine just after she came back. Now that I have found the best Chinese medicine for her treatment, I don't need to bother Mr. Lu This is what the little girl means. "
"So, that bothers." Lu Jue's anger rose sharply in his eyes, but there was no emotion in his tone.
After hanging up the phone, he immediately informed Ma Dong, canceling the plan to meet the old Chinese doctor.
After Song Siming hung up the phone and deleted the call record with Lu Juefeng, he turned downstairs and sat back on the sofa.
"Dad, who is looking for me?" Bai Zhi heard Song Siming's footsteps, but didn't hear him speak. Her breathing was a bit heavy. It seemed that her emotions were greatly fluctuated. She wondered whether it was related to the phone.
"Advertisement call." Song Siming looked back, and then looked at Mr. Zhou, who put away the pulse pillow: "How about? Xiao Zhi's eyes ..."
Mr. Zhou smiled and gave him a reassuring gesture, slowly said: "Miss Song's tongue is thin and thin, the pulse is weak, the divine light is faint, the qi is deficient in blood and blood stasis, there is snow in the front, the visual film should be damaged, and then The gunshot wound is known to be congested and clogged. "He said that he stroked his chin with one hand and pinched the beard that did not exist on his chin. The root cause of the disease has been triggered. "
Mr. Zhou is the old man of Song Siming ’s business partner. He is now 80 years old. He has deep research in traditional Chinese medicine and is not easy to debut. This time he came to Song Siming ’s family and could n’t stand his grandson ’s request.
He didn't know anything about the Song family, so he took it for granted that Bai Zhi was named Song.
It was just his words that made Song Siming confused.
"Lao Zhou, do you mean that my daughter's eyes are not due to gunshot wounds?" Song Siming looked at Mr. Zhou Lao, "Can that be cured?"
"It takes some time." Mr. Zhou looked at Bai Zhi again. Although he knew she couldn't see it, she still looked at her eyes. "Did Miss Song get hurt in the snow?"
"Yes." Bai Zhi was a little guilty. He passed these things along without telling Song Siming carefully.
"That's right. At first, you almost had snow blindness, but you were lucky and didn't have a seizure, but you got the root cause." Mr. Zhou shook his head.
Bai Zhi was surprised in his heart and saw for the first time the power of traditional Chinese medicine.
This is much more accurate than fortune telling. Take a pulse and get a clear picture of what you have eaten and what you have used there.
This is not comparable to high-tech Western medicine.
At the beginning, Sister Xin's lumbar disc protruded, CT, MRI, various radiographs, stunned did not find any problems, and finally solved by Chinese medicine.
Faced with the old Chinese medicine in front of him, Bai Zhi awed in awe, and his back straightened involuntarily.