Lu Xiaofan landed in France, took a bus to Madrid, and finally settled down in a small town in Portugal for a long time. It was almost two years before he dared to contact Shen Zhiqin.

As he expected, Shen Zhiqin and Lu Tao failed to defeat Bei Luqing, and it was even worse than he expected.

The China Securities Regulatory Commission ruled that Lu Tao's last 6 billion warehouse smashing behavior was disrupting the securities market and revoked it.

The consequence of this was that the once popular Wanda Securities Company went bankrupt and Lu Tao was sentenced to five years in prison for disrupting the securities market.

Lu Xiaofan once again experienced the power of privilege. Has anyone done this before? There must be, the difference lies in who the victim is this time! Has there been any explicit legal provisions before this? No, this seemingly reasonable but in fact contemptuous law enforcement behavior is lawmaking based on cases. With

Lu Tao's downfall, Shen Zhiqin naturally couldn't get along in this industry, and he and Lu Tao went bankrupt together. Without a job, he had to do some short-term work to make up for his living needs.

Lu Xiaofan had asked him to come abroad several times, but Shen Zhiqin always said calmly, "Just live your life, don't worry about other people's affairs." He only said two sentences each time, and then hung up the phone.

Lu Xiaofan felt that he was talking lightly, but it must not be that simple. He didn't know about Bei Luqing, but he certainly knew the temper of Lin Ziyang and his gang. They would never stop unless they made Shen Zhiqin half dead and made others afraid of this kind of people. Shen Zhiqin might not want to

come, but he couldn't come.

Of course, Lu Xiaofan didn't dare to go back to China to visit his friends. He spent a lot of money to buy an identity in a small town in Portugal, and bought a small storefront, and opened a small Chinese restaurant that only sold porridge and soup. He worked from eleven in the morning to eight in the afternoon every day, living a relaxed and leisurely life. Most

places in Europe are like this, especially in the afternoon, as if time has been frozen and stretched very long.

Winter is coming, and Lu Xiaofan's shop has become very busy. His shop is a bit like a Japanese noodle shop, with a long bar behind his small kitchen. On this day, Lu Xiaofan was busy behind the bar as usual, and suddenly heard someone ringing the bell: "One bone soup, one seafood porridge, no callion."

His voice was very nice, although it was in English, but for some reason it was particularly kind, which made Lu Xiaofan's hand pause. That sound seemed to pull the deepest string in his heart, which made him itch when it was loosened and hurt when it was tightened.

"Hey, I'm coming!" Lu Xiaofan just paused. Maybe the most exciting page of his life has been turned over, but he has to move forward in the future.

"Then put some celery!" He grabbed a handful of celery and turned to the customer.

He was a handsome man with black hair and a black casual jacket. Although he looked calm, he still looked very attractive. However, when Lu Xiaofan saw the man, he was so scared that he threw the celery in his hand at him and ran out of the back door behind the small kitchen.

Lu Xiaofan ran desperately. He could hear the man angrily behind him: "Lu Xiaofan, stop right there, stop right there, do you hear me?"

Lu Xiaofan used a lot of strength to not obey the order instinctively. He ran hard, but was suddenly hugged by another person at the entrance of the alley.

"Fuck, Lu Xiaofan, you still want to run?!" A thin man gritted his teeth and said, who else could it be if not Lin Ziyang.

Lu Xiaofan struggled even harder this time. Lin Ziyang didn't want to hit him, but Lu Xiaofan's reverse elbows really hurt him, and he was so angry that he punched Lu Xiaofan a few times.

After a few punches, Lu Xiaofan quickly squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

"Lvqing, this guy hit me first!" Lin Ziyang said angrily to Bei Lvqing who was running over with a slight breath.

Lu Xiaofan only saw a pair of very new travel shoes appear in front of him. He didn't need to see it to know that it must be a pair of indigo jeans.

The pair of shoes stopped in front of Lu Xiaofan. After a long time, its owner said calmly: "Your method of making me remember you is quite special."

Lu Xiaofan's eyes suddenly felt sore, and two small spots on the ground were wet.

"Are you really fucking stupid, huh? You used your Portuguese account to transfer money to Shen Zhiqin. You should have informed us where you were. Why are you running?" Lin Ziyang kicked his butt and said, "Get up, don't play dead!"

As a captive, Lu Xiaofan was still very cooperative. Hearing this, he stood up and whispered to Bei Luqing to refute Lin Ziyang's accusation, "I didn't mean it... I didn't know you were still investigating Shen Zhiqin..."

Bei Luqing took a deep breath and said, "Go back first!"

Lu Xiaofan lowered his head and followed the two men back to his small restaurant. Lin Ziyang walked in with a big boss checking the restaurant, and then found a comfortable seat to sit down.

Lu Xiaofan politely asked all the guests to leave, then closed the door and waited for Bei Luqing and the others to decide.

Bei Luqing and Lin Ziyang each sat at a seat at the bar. Lu Xiaofan bowed his head and stood in front of them, looking like a cooperative person who would be lenient if he confessed and strict if he resisted.

Lin Ziyang kept chuckling, and then said, "I say Lu Qing, just kill him!"

Lu Xiaofan couldn't help but shiver, he raised his head and glanced quickly at Bei Luqing, and saw that there was no expression on Bei Luqing's handsome face. He neither agreed with Lin Ziyang's opinion nor meant to oppose it, so he quickly lowered his head.

Bei Luqing frowned slightly and said, "Where are my porridge and soup!"

Lu Xiaofan suddenly realized that Master Bei had ordered a bone soup and seafood porridge as soon as he came in, and hurriedly said attentively, "Hey, hey, brother, wait for me."

He quickly cooked the porridge and brought it to Bei Luqing. He was very considerate and stirred it back and forth with a spoon. After the porridge cooled down, he served it to Bei Luqing and put it in front of him, saying, "Brother, your mouth is a little dry. I cut some pear shreds for you."

Lin Ziyang said with a smile, "Lu Xiaofan, you almost made us bankrupt and scared us a lot, and then you made us tired of looking for you, and you are still so affectionate, calling us brother in front and behind. How could you change so much?"

Lu Xiaofan didn't say a word. Bei Luqing stroked the porridge in his bowl, as if thinking about how to deal with Lu Xiaofan.

Lu Xiaofan felt a chill down his spine. Seeing that there was still a bowl of soup, Lin Ziyang wanted to reach out to take it to relieve his fatigue and thirst, but Lu Xiaofan quickly dragged the bowl over. He picked up the spoon to see if it was still hot.

Lin Ziyang was so angry that he almost choked. He looked at Bei Luqing who was chopping with a knife, meaning that if he was still hesitating, he should just chop it.

Only then did Bei Luqing put down the spoon and said, "Let's get married!"

With a puff, the soup in Lu Xiaofan's mouth spurted out. At the critical moment, he twisted his neck, and Lin Ziyang was sprayed in the face by the soup that he had not drunk just now.

After Lu Xiaofan sprayed Lin Ziyang, he still couldn't twist his neck. He felt like he was rusted, his limbs would not move, and even his brain stopped working.

Bei Luqing lowered his head and drank the porridge that was just the right temperature.

Lin Ziyang took out a handkerchief and wiped his face while cursing, pointing at Lu Xiaofan and saying, "I should have let Zhuo Xin come. He killed you as soon as he saw you. You didn't say anything!" Seeing that Lu Xiaofan was still in a daze, he angrily cursed, "If Lu Qing didn't want to make enough money to run away with you, why would he agree to do futures again? He asked Shen Wu Bishi to adjust the position and was only polite to that girl for two days. Damn it, you have a bad temper! You made the few of us who played with you almost become pants. , even my old man's little private money was almost taken away by you. You're lucky to run fast, otherwise you'd be dead or alive!"

Ever since Bei Luqing said he wanted to get married, Lu Xiaofan seemed to be traveling with his soul. He kept bumping into the door when he walked. When he asked him to get a spoon, he ended up getting a pot spoon. Lin Ziyang was so angry that he scolded him, "Lu Xiaofan, you have a toad mouth, and you're drinking soup with a pot spoon!" Although he

scolded and was angry, Bei Luqing finally took Lu Xiaofan on a new journey.

In 1997, only the Netherlands in Europe tried to register gay marriage, so they closed the store and went straight to Amsterdam.

Although it was just a trial run, it seemed that there were quite a lot of gay people waiting in line to register for marriage.

Lin Liaoyang kept sneering outside the door: "Lu Xiaofan, don't faint when it's your turn next time, and don't tremble so much that you forget your last name and name."

Lu Xiaofan has never been good at competing with Lin Ziyang in verbal matters, not to mention that his upper and lower teeth have been chattering.

Bei Luqing frowned and said to Lin Ziyang: "Please, you are here to watch the ceremony, can you have some guest manners?"

As if deliberately making a comparison for Lin Ziyang, a gay couple came out next to them, and the relatives and friends waiting outside the door hugged them with tears in their eyes and shouted: congratulations.

Lin Ziyang said embarrassedly: "Isn't this just a reminder for him? Don't make a fool of yourself, it will be a disgrace to our country."

Unfortunately, what Lin Ziyang did not expect again was that when Lu Xiaofan answered the questions of the master of ceremonies, his voice was loud and clear, he was full of energy, his expression was solemn, his voice was pure, and his signature was so neat, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.

This scene reminded Lin Ziyang of the time when Lu Xiaofan held his hand and said seriously, "Take care of me, take care of me!"

Layer upon layer of scenes, it was Lu Xiaofan in perfect condition today, standing beside Bei Luqing, in front of the master of ceremonies.

Lin Ziyang lowered his head and scratched his eyebrows, sighed but laughed, "Fuck!"

In the eyes of many people, Lu Xiaofan is just an ordinary toad, and his union with Bei Luqing is just such a story of a toad and a swan.

Zhuo Xin said more than a hundred times, "Let's see when they break up!"

In fact, they didn't break up for one year, two years, and three years, and Zhuo Xin was too lazy to say it.

Lin Ziyang was actually puzzled, he asked Bei Luqing, "What's so good about this kid!"

Bei Luqing answered briefly, "I can't remember." He paused and said, "I like being with him."

In fact, Lin Ziyang asked this question more than once, and although the answers he got were exactly the same, he couldn't help but ask it again next time.

Once he couldn't help but ask Zhuo Xin this question, "What's so good about that guy?!"

Zhuo Xin couldn't help rolling his eyes and said, "Aren't you always with them? You don't know, so I know nothing!"

Lin Ziyang sighed, "To be honest, it seems hard to accept. But I also feel that if there is such a person, his life goal is you, he cooks your favorite food, turns on the lights for you every day, and warms your bed, you will never be afraid that everyone will leave you because your life will become bad, because as long as you want him, he will always be with you. Thinking about it this way, I feel like I want to accept it. This way I feel that maybe there is such a thing as love in this world..."

Zhuo Xin sneered and said, "Lin Ziyang, has the woman who died for you last time been discharged from the hospital?"

Lin Ziyang sighed, "So Lu Xiaofan is actually very difficult to find. You can attack Lu Xiaofan as much as you want, at least he won't commit suicide."

Zhuo Xin almost choked with a breath, and turned around and left after he took a breath.