Chapter 547

Li Jia stood beside him and looked at his sight. It was the road. Occasionally there were cars whistling by. Besides, there was nothing.

Here is the place where she had a car accident. She still remembers the agony of being crushed to pieces before she died. She remembers that her unborn baby left her with the hot heat under her body. She remembers the regret and relief at that moment.

It turns out that death is not liberation, but a new beginning.

Lu Yichen stood there and said nothing. If it wasn't for the cigarette on his lips, the curl of white smoke made people feel that he was still alive, just like a sculpture on the street.

Li Jia accompanied him to watch the street view. The snowflakes in the sky fell quietly.

"Jiajia." Lu Yichen spoke softly, as if to himself. If not for Li Jia, she would stand next to him and could hardly hear him.

"Well?" She answered him in a low voice.

Lu Yichen looks at the open road, snow falling, wheels rolling, asphalt road muddy and dirty.

But he remembered that his Jiajia had been lying here, quietly, black eyes looking at him, a little bit closed, bright red blood from her body slowly swimming open, as if blooming big blood peony.

"Are you there? Jiajia

Some people say that after death, the soul will often linger in the place of death. Will Jiajia come back?

She's not coming back, is she? She should have hated him.

The cigarette fell from Lu Yichen's fingertips, and the end of the cigarette touched the snow on the ground. Soon the snow melted and extinguished the light.

"I miss you so much. Where are you? Will you come back? "

"Jiajia, forgive my brother..."

He whispered, his voice misty, floating in the cold air.

Li Jia stretched out her hand to touch him. At last, she could only stand beside him and accompany him silently. "Jiajia is always by your side. She forgives you."

She's dead. He's not doing well. It's really bad.

Li Jia looked at the changing scene in front of her. As winter went and spring came, the bare branches became green and luxuriant.

In Chuangshi building, in the president's office, there is a newspaper on the coffee table with shocking news on the page.

The founding consortium of the commercial empire is about to disintegrate, and several generals are killed one after another -

the attached picture is a mosaic of the scene of a car accident, with the crushed and fragmented bodies lying on the cold asphalt road.

This is

Mo Zihan's father, Mo Jianming, is a real estate tycoon in the genesis group.

Chuangshi consortium is like an empire. The Lu family is at the top. Like the emperor of the royal family, the operation of an empire always needs ministers, and Mo Jianming is one of the important pillars.

If important members of the DPRK die one after another, we can imagine the consequences.

Li Jia stares at the man behind the desk. He has a strong cold breath. He is very different from her brother. His face is cold and expressionless. He can't see the bottom of his eyes.

Yu Qing opened the door of the office and put a stack of materials in front of him.

Lu Yichen reaches for it and stares at the document with cold eyes. Finally, his frozen expression is a little loose. He slowly spits out two light and inaudible words from his hoarse throat. “…… Night owl. "

Li Jia suddenly looked up. She quickly leaned over to see what it was.

But just as she approached, everything in front of her changed again. Li Jia finally realized that something was wrong. Before she left this scene, she immediately looked at the calendar hanging nearby.

A year and a half after she died.

So far, she still has a question: when did her brother die? What did he die for? Why did the owl show up after her death?

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