MTL - Dear Mr. Lu-Chapter 16

Luo Wencheng tore off his collar, vomited on the sink, and vomited for a long time, but he didn't vomit anything. His head was groggy, and he tried to stay awake. Seeing himself in the mirror, his eyes were gloomy and bottomless.

The foreman came over and said, "Xiao Luo, you are here, are you all right, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Luo Wencheng shook his head. He lowered his head slightly, with a tired and bored expression, and said, "Foreman, I want to resign. I will be responsible for tonight's loss."

The foreman looked surprised: "You did a good job, why did you resign? The manager even called me to praise you. From tomorrow on, you will go to the bar to mix the bar. As for the loss, what is the loss? You are still working for us tonight. The bar has made a fortune, and I will send you a big red envelope."

Luo Wencheng smiled lightly, that person should have seen everything upstairs, right? Luo Wenjun showed such a face, vicious, perverted, and ignorant, with one thing on the outside and the other on the inside. The most ridiculous thing is that he shook his real face clean when he was provoked. He is so stupid from head to toe. Falling in love with Luo Wenjun is really true love.

A sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and then he was a little dazed. He didn't continue to argue with the head waiter, and left the bar silently.

He will never come to this bar again.

He also doesn't want to touch the person he once regarded as the target of the raid and was ambitious to get close to.

He looked around at the desolate mess after the bustle, suddenly he didn't know where he should go, and suddenly he saw a Maserati driving away, it should be Luo Wenjun's car, a birthday present from Luo Kaifang.

A thought suddenly came to his mind, he reached out to stop a taxi: "Master, follow the car in front."

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In the night, a blue Maserati was driving on the street, and suddenly the person sleeping in the back seat got up: "Stop, stop!"

The driver stepped on the accelerator immediately, and the person in the back seat opened the door with his mouth covered, stumbled out, and vomited profusely while holding the corner of the wall.

The driver followed immediately: "Second Young Master, Second Young Master, are you okay?"

Luo Wenjun was called the Second Young Master at home, which was requested by Luo Kaifang. To Luo Kaifang, Luo Wenjun was his second son. There was no such thing as Luo Wencheng, and there was no trouble with changing sons. His second son was only this one from beginning to end. .

However, Luo Wenjun didn't like this title very much. Everyone knew that Luo Wencheng was called "Second Young Master Luo" back then, which seems to be still Luo Wencheng's exclusive title today, so he didn't like his servants calling him that.

The driver was in a hurry and accidentally yelled out.

Luo Wenjun, who was vomiting, was out of breath. He touched the mobile phone in his pocket and threw it at the driver: "Get lost!"

The driver was caught off guard and was hit on the head, and his anger immediately flared up.

He has driven the Luo family for twenty years, and even the young master gave him a share of thin noodles. The second young master back then even called him "uncle" with a smile on his face. This mother who has only been recognized for three or four years is nothing!

Yes, because of his looks and height, Luo Wenjun has given people around him something to talk about. It doesn't mean that he is a mother, or that he looks petty, just like his mistress-turned-sister-in-law back then, a coquettish child.

Forget about looks, height will always be a pain in Luo Wenjun's heart.

Hearing the driver swearing in a low voice, "Bitch", Luo Wenjun almost yelled back. Fortunately, he realized that he was on the street. Although there were no people or vehicles on the street at the moment, and the street lights were a little dark, he still went to the alley. Li walked around, trying to cover up his distorted expression at the moment.

For Luo Wenjun today, it was simply terrible.

He didn't see the person he wanted to see, and he was listed as a person who refused to deal with him. Instead, Luo Wencheng made all the glory in front of him, and he became a laughing stock.

What a shame!

In the distance, a taxi stopped far away, and a person got out of the car, waited for the taxi to drive away, and walked here quietly.

The driver of the Luo family was squatting on the side of the road smoking, when suddenly there was a gust of wind behind his head, and before he could turn his head, he was knocked unconscious by a stick.

Luo Wenjun vomited until his whole body was weak, cursing Luo Wencheng in a low voice, while finally recovering, he was about to return to the car, when suddenly a big sack fell from the sky, covering his upper body, he screamed, and was knocked down by a stick on the ground.

"Who! Who is it?!"

His answer was a sap after another.

It hurts!

The stick, which was mercilessly exhausted, hit the bones, the buttocks, and the fingers, which hurt terribly. In order to maintain his figure, Luo Wenjun ate very carefully, and all the flesh on his body was scoured. Now he was going crazy from the pain, screaming and cursing.

Until he was beaten so weakly, his voice became hoarse, and he slowly stopped moving, and the stick on his body also stopped.

A pocket fruit knife poked a hole in the top of the sack, and with both hands rudely tore Luo Wencheng's hair out, and sneered in a hoarse voice, "Do you see clearly? I was the one who hit you."

Luo Wenjun's nose was bruised, his face was swollen, his head was dizzy, and he was almost in a coma. When he saw the face in front of him, his eyes widened, and he said tremblingly and resentfully, "Luo, Luo Wencheng!"

Luo Wencheng sneered, and slapped him on the face: "Surprised? You're not the only one who can plot against me, boy, think carefully before you trouble me in the future, and next time it won't be as simple as a sap."

Luo Wenjun was mad with anger and a little scared, Luo Wencheng's eyes were red in front of him, he looked like a ghost in the dark alley, his teeth chattered: "Luo Wencheng, why did you hit me, you owe me, you owe me! "

"Heh, that's the same sentence again." Luo Wencheng thought about all kinds of things in his previous life, and wished he could chop this person into meat, but he couldn't, his heart was filled with endless hatred, but he couldn't bear the Luo family and the person behind Luo Wenjun. Revenge of a mistress who has been in touch.

In fact, it is very irrational for him to show up at this moment, but he has a fire in his heart, and if he doesn't vent it, he will be burned to death by this fire.

"I owe you?" Luo Wencheng said hoarsely in a low voice, "It's so funny. Back then when He Mei gave birth to you, it was all her fault that He Mei neglected to let you be taken away, but she, in order to use her son as Luo Ma'am, you stole me while my parents were unaware. My mother died of illness in confinement because of pain and regret. My father went far away and his whereabouts are still unknown. It was He Mei who ruined my family and ruined my life !"

Luo Wencheng smiled as if he was crying: "And what else do you envy me besides the good living conditions? He Mei treats me as an enemy and secretly abuses me. Fortunately, she died early, otherwise I should be psychological if I didn't get killed by her." As for Luo Kaifang, he felt that he was blackmailed by He Mei with me, so he had no choice but to marry He Mei. On the surface, he doted on me, but in fact he hated me in every possible way, and raised me like a fool. Instigate people to lead me astray. Your good big brother Luo Wenhao? Hehe, he is the most hypocritical in the whole family. Do you think I am rare in such a family?"

In his previous life, Luo Wencheng couldn't see these things clearly before he was imprisoned, and after he was released from prison, he longed for his relatives so much that he made mistakes again and again. He died once and thought about his life over and over again, only to realize that fate was against him. What a joke, and what has he lost.