Chapter 70 My dad is a pink guy (7)
This kind of Lu Lichao was unfamiliar.
In front of Jiang Tang, Lu Lichao was a person of flesh and blood. Although he was not good at words and serious and a bit unhuman, Jiang Tang could feel his emotions.
Lu Lichao in front of the screen was like a sculpture on a throne, aloof and ruthless like a tyrant.
This is the real dark side of Lu Lichao, like a desperate madman, crazy and violent.
Gunfire rang out.
The five people fell down one by one. Lu Lichao stood up and patted the unnecessary dust on his body.
The bodyguard standing behind him took the gun in his hand and asked respectfully.
"BOSS, the poison dart has escaped. Are you going to chase him now?"
Lu Lichao wiped his fingertips and casually stepped over the corpse on the ground.
"No, let Brand go, I want to go home for dinner."
The bodyguard looked at BOSS suspiciously, wondering what he was doing.
According to Lu Lichao's previous behavior, even if the poison dart traveled to the end of the world, he would be blown to ashes by Lu Lichao's rockets.
After all, the people who followed Lu Lichao knew to some extent how their boss behaved.
Be ruthless and cautious, and you will chase the bad guys regardless of life or death.
But now someone else is suddenly asked to take over the job of cleaning up the traitors, and the bodyguard is a little unbelievable.
But he didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly arranged the helicopter.
Lu Lichao's personal secretary quickly followed and started arranging the itinerary.
"BOSS, go back to base or villa?"
"Go back to the villa."
Back to the villa again.
The number of times he has returned to the villa in the past two months is more than the number of times BOSS has returned in the past twenty years. The secretary knew that BOSS suddenly had a daughter, and felt that no matter how wild or ferocious the lion was, he could not escape the fetters of family ties.
When Lu Lichao returned home, Jiang Tang's oil painting teacher just left.
In the spacious studio, Jiang Tang was painting something seriously. Lu Lichao opened the door and saw this scene.
The girl has a delicate and serious side face, a loose ponytail, and cute fluffy hair. The girl is holding a paintbrush and drawing something. Her chiffon white skirt is stained with colorful oil paintings, and her white face is also stained with ink.
In the quiet room, the model white tiger yawned boredly, its long tail curled up and wagging slowly.
Seeing Lu Lichao come in, the little white tiger roared as a greeting, and then continued to lie down quietly.
Lu Lichao found a place to sit down and deal with documents. Jiang Tang continued to draw without turning his head.
After a while, Jiang Tang raised his head and looked at Lu Lichao.
"Dad, stand over here."
Lu Lichao looked up from the document with a puzzled look on his face.
Jiang Tang urged again.
"Come here quickly."
Lu Lichao stood up and stood obediently where Jiang Tang pointed. Under the window, roses covered the entire wall. Lu Lichao's tall body stood under the window. His handsome face matched with the coquettish flowers outside the window, creating a strong visual impact. Jiang Tang was so inspired that he lowered his head and quickly started mixing colors.
Lu Lichao finally knew what the little girl wanted to do, so he changed to a comfortable position and continued to stand, with his long legs leaning against the chair, and his straight waist looking like a lazy wild leopard.
During this period, the housekeeper came once. Seeing the quiet atmosphere between the father and daughter, he silently closed the door and left.
Then he ordered the servants to make dinner again.
It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that Jiang Tang put down his painting brush, rubbed his sore wrist, and looked at his work with satisfaction.
Lu Lichao stood motionless for two hours, but he showed no sign of fatigue. He walked leisurely over and walked behind Jiang Tang.
(End of chapter)