You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1197: It’s like a dream

The four were thrown unceremoniously into the street and fell to the ground.

An Zhenglin's palm was scratched and blood dripped.

He lay on the ground, looking at the towering building in front of him, in a trance, as if from a lifetime.

Married to Lu Jiayao, a farm boy, he had everything overnight.

For more than ten years, it seems like a dream.

Everything he had was lost overnight.

Now, he has no car, no house, and no savings. All his net worth is probably a few thousand dollars in his personal wallet.

Former friends, afraid of Zhou Shengqian, for fear of being implicated by him, all avoided seeing him.

He's cornered.

He slowly sat up from the ground and looked at Pang Xiangwen, his eyes darkened: "Lu Ning has brought back the Lu family, and he will definitely go to the graves of his grandfather, grandmother and mother to worship... Lu Ning is dead, I will He is the only legal heir of Lu Ning... Pang Xiangwen, do you understand what I mean?"

Pang Xiangwen trembled with fear at the thought of what was about to happen.

But she has no choice.

She has nothing.

She didn't know how the other party did it, and all her private possessions were frozen.

She has nothing left.

If she doesn't do what An Zhenglin says, she will end up in poverty and starvation on the streets.

Death is both vertical and horizontal. If Lu Ning dies, An Zhenglin can inherit Lu Ning's entire property. At least her children can still be dressed in fine clothes and food for the rest of the day, and don't have to be with her in the streets.

A mother is strong.

She can do anything for her children!

She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and the expression on her face gradually became determined.

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Evening.

Lu Ning went down the mountain along the mountain road after worshiping his grandfather, grandmother and mother.

Halfway through the road, I saw a man lying on the ground in front of him, his body curled up, motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Lu Ning walked quickly towards the man.

Xiu Qi hurriedly reached out to stop him, "Young Master Lu, let's go over and take a look."

"No," Lu Cui gave him a deep look, "stay away from me, I have my plans, don't worry."

He kept walking, walking quickly towards the man.

Walking up to the man, he crouched down to check.

The man's face was facing the ground, just as he reached out to move the man's head, trying to breathe the man's breath, dead or alive.

The man suddenly stabbed him with a knife.

The corners of Lu Ning's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he turned his body to the side, avoiding the fatal part.

The man stabbed him in the arm with a knife.

At the same time that the man stabbed Lu Ning's arm, Xiu Qi and Xiu Yuan rushed forward and kicked him away.

The man was kicked more than a meter away, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and let the knife go.

She curled up and endured the pain for a while, her body wriggled, her hands stretched forward, trying to pick up the knife, but the handle was stepped on.

Lu Ning clutched her injured arm, looked down at her, and sneered, "Pang Xiangwen, can't you find a place to eat? What do you think about the prison meal? Although the prison meal is not delicious, at least it is Free, right?"

Pang Xiangwen clutched her stomach and looked up at him with difficulty, angry and scared, trembling all over: "You...you..."

Lu Cui looked at her mockingly and smiled, "Pang Xiangwen, you know what? I dreamed of sending you to prison, but now, I can finally get my wish!"