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Chapter 2295 Dad, I want to divorce Gu Zichen

Liu Ziming could only stand there and watch Li Baoer swaggering away from his eyes.

He clenched his fists angrily. Today was a humiliating day for him.

Li Baoer's calculations failed again and again, and he made miscalculations.

But this time, I have to pay for it myself.

Now, Li Baoer has his evidence in his hands, so he doesn't dare to act rashly recently.

The car was quiet. Lu Hu and Li Baoer both remained silent and never said a word.

Lu Hu looked at the road in front of him, looking thoughtful.

Muzi's words seemed to echo in his mind: "If you don't want revenge, then stop it! If you still want revenge, then you have to hurry up. The sooner the better."

"Recently, Li Baoer and Sui have been very close. If Sui is here, you have no chance. Moreover, I have found out that Sui is not in the country these days. This is your best chance..."

His hands grasped the steering wheel, and he couldn't help but tighten slightly with strength.

Are you really going to take action?

Li Baoer showed him a warm and healing smile, and then nodded.

"Lu Hu, thank you for coming."

As soon as she came out, she immediately contacted Lu Hu. She was worried that Liu Ziming would lead those two people into chaos.

Lu Hu looked at her smile and couldn't help but get distracted frequently.

"No, it's okay. By the way, Bao'er, are you okay today?"

Li Baoer shook his head: "It's okay, what's wrong?"

He sighed and then said, "I want to pay homage to my parents. Can you accompany me?"

"Your parents?" She paused, seemingly not responding.

With a bitter smile on his face, he said: "Well, my parents passed away when I was still very young."

"Okay, I'll go with you." She looked at the hurt expression on his face and then nodded.

In the cemetery, Lu Hu held a flower basket in his hand and stepped forward step by step. After finding the tombstone, he placed the flower basket in his hand on the tombstone.

There are two black and white photos on the tombstone. The people in them are very young. The information on them also indicates that they have been dead for a long time.

Lu Hu seemed very quiet at this moment. He put his hands together tightly, closed his eyes, and stood quietly, as if praying and communicating with them.

He opened his eyes and slowly worshiped a few times.

"Mom and Dad, I'm here to see you. This is Bao'er, who is... my good friend."

Li Baoer also worshiped a few times and said nothing.

When leaving the cemetery, Lu Hu seemed very quiet, with hurt in his eyes.

Li Baoer couldn't help but hesitate for a long time, and then slowly asked: "Lu Hu, uncle and aunt, what's going on?"

"My father died in an accident, and my mother was bullied by rich people. Heartbroken, she jumped into the sea and committed suicide..."

He stopped and there seemed to be a few tears in his eyes.

She paused and said, "So, Lu Hu, is it because of this that you hate rich people so much?"

She suddenly remembered that when she first met Lu Hu, Lu Hu had a prejudice and dislike for rich people.

"Yes, I hate all the rich people who use their money and power to do whatever they want. But we have no way. If it weren't for that damn rich man, our family wouldn't be able to do anything.

Be like this!"

When Lu Hu mentioned this matter, he clenched his fists together tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands jumped one by one, as if there was countless anger hidden inside.

Li Baoer patted his back gently: "I can't defend the rich, but I want to tell you that not all people are bad people. I believe that uncles and aunts also hope that you can live well. And those

Evildoers will definitely be punished."

Lu Hu lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with a gloomy light.

"No, that rich man has too much power and cannot be sanctioned at all. No one dares to sanction him, so I can only do it myself and make them lose their closest people."

Li Baoer didn't hear what he was saying and moved his head closer: "Lu Hu, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

"It's okay, I'll take you back. Bao'er, by the way, tomorrow is my birthday, can you spend it with me? Since my parents are gone, no one has helped me celebrate my birthday."

Lu Hu looked at her seriously and asked expectantly.

She thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."

Li family.

Leng Anan is learning needlework and seems to be knitting a scarf.

Leng Aotian sat quietly beside her and looked at her: "An'an, it's only October, what are you doing knitting a scarf? It's not winter yet."

"Dad, the weather is getting colder. You old man, you have to keep warm."

Leng Anan said and then continued to knit the scarf in his hand.

He nodded: "But, can you sew? I saw that your hands and feet were clumsy, so let me try it."

As Leng Aotian spoke, he took the line in her hand and began to weave it one by one.

"Dad, that's wrong. This needle is not meant to be inserted here."

Leng Anan pointed helplessly.

Leng Aotian, an old naughty boy, refused to admit his mistakes, "I was right! Everything I did was right! That's how it was woven!"

"Give it back to me and I'll make it up myself."

She stretched out her hand towards him.

He hid the wool behind his back and looked jealous: "I won't give it to you! Did you knit this scarf for that brat Gu Zichen?"

"Dad, what are you talking about? I knitted this for you."

Leng Anan patted his forehead.

Hearing this, Leng Aotian's eyes widened in surprise: "Really? It's really for me? An'an, don't lie to me, otherwise, I will be angry."

"Dad, I really knitted it for you."

She nodded her head once again with certainty.

As soon as Leng Aotian heard this, he immediately stuffed the wool in his hand into Leng An'an's hand.

"So it's for me! Then knit it quickly, hurry up."

He was like a child, showing off everywhere: "Ye Lan, did you hear? This scarf is not given to Gu Zichen by my daughter, but given to me!"

Ye Lan also smiled gently: "Young Master Leng, I know."

Leng Anan looked at Leng Aotian, who was as satisfied as a child, and felt as if a needle pricked her heart.

She held back the sore eyes and tried not to let tears fall out.

Continuing to knit the scarf in his hand, he sniffed, as if hesitating for a long time, and then slowly spoke.

"Dad, I want to tell you something."

Leng Aotian smiled and nodded: "You say."

"Dad, I want to divorce Gu Zichen."


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