Chapter 192 Blowing Up Lu Garden Thats Quite
Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Blowing Up Lu Garden, That’s Quite Desperate Chapter 192 -192: Blowing Up Lu Garden, That’s Quite Desperate The underlings who were still desperately waiting to get out of prison were on the verge of tears.
“Master, how was I supposed to know that was the young mistress’s room?”
He had deliberately avoided the master bedroom and specifically picked a guest room.
Who knew you motherfuckers were separated!
Lu Hualiang was so angry he could hardly breathe.
Here it goes again, the feeling of shooting himself in the foot.
If only he had known how hard it would be to return home, he never should have stormed out in a huff in the first place.
At four in the morning, a phone call summoned Yang Li.
Yang Li, with eyes like those of a panda, stood in the CEO’s office, staring at the man behind the desk.
In his mind, he chanted three times: This is my master, I can’t get angry, this is my master, I can’t get angry, this is my master, I can’t get angry.
Then he silently recited the Calming Incantation three times, finally managing to suppress the temper that was about to explode.
Fucking 4 A.M. and here at work?!
Master, even if the young mistress has kicked you out and you’re feeling lonely and cold, don’t take it out on me.
It’s bad enough to be tortured by you during the day, now you won’t even let me heal up at the dead of night!
If you want me dead, just do it directly with a single shot!
Lu Hualiang glared at Yang Li with a dark expression, “Find a way to get me back home.”
Although Yang Li wasn’t reliable, he had at least chased a few women and should have more experience than him.
Yang Li’s 40 cm long knife was already unsheathed!
He quickly pulled out his wallet and glanced at the photo of Yang Jian being chased by a flock of penguins.
Then he silently sheathed his knife again.
He hasn’t married into riches and reached the pinnacle of life yet, he can’t afford to die on a whim.
But he really wanted to swear, “Motherfucking idiot!”
To get home, just grab your luggage and drive back home, what’s the need for a plan?
If you think taking your luggage is bothersome, then just drive back on your own, since there are plenty of clothes at home anyway.
Master, are you a three-year-old who can’t find his way home, or have you become an idiot who can’t drive?
“Master, you can just go back directly,” said Yang Li.
Lu Hualiang’s expression turned icy, “Don’t I have any dignity?”
Yang Li, “…”
Great, his pride was hurt again.
He really wanted to scream, “What’s more important, your pride or your wife?”
Once again looking at the photo of Yang Jian being chased by penguins, he suppressed his urge to lash out.
Then he suggested with a smile, “Master, you could create some accidents, then out of necessity, you, as the head of the family, would have to go back to deal with them.”
At the mention of this, a chill emanated from Lu Hualiang, filling the entire office.
Head of the family?
Now the head of the Lu Garden had become that woman!
Thinking back on last night’s events, the cold around him grew even more intense.
Yang Li was confused; things were fine just a moment ago, why the sudden change of face?
He suddenly remembered the news he’d heard just before sleeping, some underling foolish enough to try burgling Lu Garden was beaten to a pulp by Xia Weibao and sent to the police station.
Yang Li’s eyes widened in shock; surely that person hadn’t been sent by the master, had he?
How stupid would that be, to attempt to steal from Xia Weibao? Anyone would know better than to mess with her—she can even pull off license plates! Taking her on is asking to die!
Wiping away sweat, Yang Li wondered at his master’s intelligence that turned negative when faced with the young mistress.
As a dutiful twenty-four-seven assistant, Yang Li kindly offered a suggestion.
“Master, the young mistress is so formidable; she can certainly handle ordinary methods. How about blowing up your house?”
No matter how formidable Xia Weibao is, she can’t withstand the force of a bomb, right?
If she can even handle an explosion, then, Master, you might as well not go back.
Being married to such a powerful wife and not getting beaten to death is already a blessing from the heavens; sleeping with her is out of the question!