The wound on Gu Huaisheng's body cracked open, and Luo Ran's white dress was stained with some red stains, and someone sent a medicine box in, and Luo Ran helped him change into a clean gauze.
Her movements were gentle, like a feather swiping gently, causing a little itching. Gu Huaisheng squinted his eyes, but he didn't move.
Luo Ran just wanted to come to see him and left, but he was holding on to it and stayed in Gu's house for an afternoon. When she walked out of Gu's house, it was already dark, and the car that brought her stopped at Gu's house. On the side of the gate of the house.
Seeing her coming out, the man immediately got down and opened the car door. After Luo Ran got in the car, he was about to drive. Luo Ran suddenly said, "Go to the department store first."
The man was stunned for a moment, but didn't say much. The second master ordered him to send her off, so he would just be a driver.
When she got to the department store, Luo Ran didn't go to her favorite dress shop upstairs, but turned a corner and walked into the bookstore around the corner. She had no other idea, just didn't want to go back like this.
There are not only books, but also newspapers in the bookstore. Luo Ran took out the latest newspaper and looked at it. When he saw that line of words, his eyes sank slightly.
There was a low voice of discussion in the ear, with a little heavy and sadness:
"...Three provinces have fallen, and the fire of war will come to this Jiangcheng..."
"...I wonder if I can see...hey..."
Luo Ran stretched out his hand and crossed the line of black words, and finally the simple word "Occupied" seemed extremely heavy. Luo Ran seemed to see through this short line of words, a pair of closed eyes in the midst of the raging war. There was… the anger that everyone was gradually provoking.
The atmosphere of the bookstore was too heavy, Luo Ran picked up the round hat and got up and left, the glass door slowly closed behind her, as if she had never been here.
The night in the ballroom is always lively, with singing and dancing on the stage, with occasional soft music, men and women indulge in laughing and dancing, revealing the fascination of life and death.
Contrary to the lively downstairs, the third floor was extraordinarily quiet. Mo Er looked at the two who had been calm since Miss Luo went out, and said a few words to Miss Jiang before sending them away. Lord, at this time, I took a sip from a cup of herbal tea.
His eyes swept across the door of the study from time to time, neither light nor heavy, as if unintentional, but Mo Er had followed him for more than ten years, and he could see his thoughts at once.
"Second Master, if you fall in love with Miss Luo, it is clear that if Second Master wants, then she is yours."
Mo Zeyu's expression became more and more pale: "Then what?"
Mo Er was dumbfounded for a while, then
Mo Zeyu looked at the cup of herbal tea he was holding: "I was born in troubled times, I benefited from troubled times, but I also hated troubled times. In this age, I can't give her what she wants."
What's more, he never wanted children's love.
Mo Zeyu's eyes were flat, but deep, like the herbal tea in his hand without any waves or traces, as long as it was lightly shaken, thousands of ripples instantly appeared.
Mo Er didn't understand what he meant, but he knew that he couldn't persuade him.
There was some movement downstairs. Mo Er raised his head and glanced at Mo Zeyu. Seeing that he did not respond, he quietly retreated. After a while, he walked in again:
"Second Master, Miss Luo is back."
Mo Zeyu's face was expressionless, Mo Er was anxious: "Second Master, even if you say you can't give her what she wants, but in this Jiangcheng, who can protect her except you? You can't give it, others will give it more. No!"
Mo Zeyu paused, put down the teacup, and suddenly laughed in a low voice. After a while, he leaned on the sofa, pinched his eyebrows, and asked a question:
"Where did she go today?"
Mo Er's eyes lit up, and he turned to ask Luo Ran's driver today. When he came back, his brows furrowed slightly: "Miss Luo is gone... Gu's house."
Mo Zeyu didn't seem to care, he just made a light "um", Mo Er looked at his expression, and continued:
"When she came back, she went to the bookstore. I heard that Miss Luo didn't look very good after she came out."
bookstore? Mo Zeyu's eyes suddenly fell on a newspaper on the coffee table in front of him. The line of black words was very obvious and pierced into people's eyes. Mo Zeyu pinched the corner of the newspaper, and his eyebrows were slightly sharp. He sighed. , all the charming thoughts disappeared, as if talking to himself:
"...that's all."
Mo Er frowned tightly and was about to speak, when he saw Mo Zeyu withholding all expressions, calm and calm, and commanded in an understatement:
"...The arms were sent to the front."
Mo Er didn't say a word. With this gift, half a year's income would be lost again. However, he didn't say anything. At the time of the national crisis, he didn't have any doubts.
It was very late, and the ballroom was quiet. Mo Zeyu walked out of the study and looked at the room on the second floor with bright and dark expressions in his eyes.
If the war ceases, what you want will soon be there.
It's not just you...
Mo Zeyu turned around and went downstairs to leave, his back straight, without any hesitation, someone opened the car door for him, and he sat firmly in the carriage.
Three months later, the business of the dance hall is still very good, and the crowd is crowded at night, but this Jiangcheng has not been peaceful in the past three months.
First, Master Gu was injured. After the injury was healed, Second Master Mo was on the way back and encountered a shootout. Although he was not injured, it also caused a sensation.
Even Jiang Xueru came to see Mo Zeyu, not once or twice, but he didn't think of visiting his injured real fiance at all.
There are more people around Mo Zeyu, but no one is surprised. It is normal to be more rigorous when encountering a shootout.
With a cigarette in her hand, Luo Ran leaned on the stairway and looked at the woman with a smile downstairs. She smiled extremely brightly and confidently. She looked at the man beside her with burning eyes, with an easy-to-see expression. Love, not concealed at all.
Mo Zeyu was very gentle, although he had a lot of blood on his hands, but after his position was stable, he was about to take a string of Buddha beads and cultivate his self-cultivation. The more Jiang Xueru got along with him, the more he felt that he surprised him.
Mo Zeyu casually responded to Jiang Xueru's words, his eyes were more on the woman on the corridor, she exhaled a wisp of smoke, white mist curled up, her whole person looked a little hazy, Mo Zeyu frowned slightly, smoking so much cigarettes ,not good for health.
Jiang Xueru's eyes were bright as she looked at Mo Zeyu and said loudly, "Zeyu, I will do my best to save this era with words!"
Her voice called back Mo Zeyu's attention, and he lightly evoked a faint smile, which seemed to be a little mockery, but it flashed by.
He didn't refute her, does this era need words? Need, very need, desperately need! There are some irreplaceable positions and functions of words, but do you need words that make no fuss
He didn't know, he didn't refute, he just looked at Jiang Xueru gently, she seemed to be greatly encouraged, her eyes lit up.
Mo Zeyu looked away, looked at the poem she wrote in front of him, and sighed lightly. He raised his head again, the people on the corridor were gone, his eyes sank for a moment, and he said:
"Miss Jiang, you don't have to come to the dance hall in the future."
Jiang Xueru's face was pale, and she said in a daze: "Why?"
"I do not like you."
His words were very straightforward, breaking through her distraction, making her face flushed, shy and embarrassed, and tears filled her bright eyes instantly.
His expression was still gentle, no different from the past, but Jiang Xueru felt cold all over. When she looked into his eyes, it was as plain as water, without a trace of the love she imagined.
Jiang Xueru instantly felt that she couldn't stay any longer, she stood up while maintaining her last pride, and still looked at Mo Zeyu with bright eyes:
"Mr. Mo, everyone has the right to pursue love."
Mo Zeyu nodded, he never denied it, but: "Miss Jiang, you have the right to pursue love, but you shouldn't cause trouble to others."
Jiang Xueru understood what he meant, and did not dare to look at other people's eyes again. She ran out of the dance hall in embarrassment, stopped a rickshaw, and covered her face.
From Jiang Xueru standing up to turning away, the expression on Mo Zeyu's face did not change at all. He looked up the corridor, and for a moment, he lowered his eyelids.
Three months, he should solve it.
Mo Zeyu stood up, glanced at the paper on the table, and instructed lightly, "Throw it away."
"Yes."
Mo Er watched him go upstairs, and behind him, he sighed.
When Mo Zeyu walked to the second floor, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and Luo Ran appeared at the door. She was wearing a carmine red slit cheongsam, stepping on cyan high heels, and wearing delicate makeup, as if she was going out.
Mo Zeyu paused for a while, and when the two passed by, he held her hand. The two were stunned for a moment. Luo Ran raised his head and asked him with his eyes.
Mo Zeyu was just impulsive. He guessed who she was going to see, but he subconsciously pulled her. Luo Ran tugged his perm and smiled:
"Second Master?"
Mo Zeyu asked knowingly, "Want to go out?"
"Mr. Zheng has made an appointment with me a few times, so he should give him a face."
It was not Gu Huaisheng.
Mo Zeyu's eyes were slightly loose, but he held her hand tightly, Luo Ran raised her eyebrows lightly, and heard his plain voice:
"Mr. Zheng is not a good person."
Luo Ran was surprised at first, looked at Mo Zeyu unexpectedly, and then laughed lightly. In this Jiangcheng, the most vicious person is the person in front of him, but he can say "he is not a good person" without any strangeness. .
Mo Zeyu knew what she was laughing at, so he curled the corner of his mouth lightly, held her hand, and led her upstairs.
Luo Ran followed him obediently. After all, he was her boss.
As Mo Zeyu walked, he said in a flat voice, "Mr. Zheng has not married his wife after his death, but there are countless lovers outside."
After a pause, as if afraid that she would not believe it, he added, "Before you came, there was a singer in the dance hall. She and Mr. Zheng had a very good personal relationship."
At this time, Luo Ran couldn't help showing a smile when the word "personal friendship was very good" was used.
Knowing that she believed her, Mo Zeyu didn't say much about Mr. Zheng. Instead, he said, "As long as you don't want to, if someone asks you, you can refuse all of them."
Luo Ran smiled: "Second Master doesn't need me to make money?"
When they got to the study, the two sat on the sofa. Hearing her words, Mo Zeyu shook his head and smiled, raised his hand, and scratched the tip of her nose:
"You've earned enough."
Although the dance hall makes money, he doesn't rely on it to survive, not to mention, what if she doesn't make money, an idler, he can afford it.
The author has something to say: I can't add more recently, and the world is so difficult
Gu Huaisheng is good, but Mo Zeyu is actually not bad.
And about Mi'er's readers, she said that she subscribed all, but the subscription rate I found at the time was really less than 10%. Yesterday, she saw the title and came to make up for it. She should really not understand the rules of Jinjiang.
As long as you don't give a negative score, you are all little angels! ! ! !
Well, the little angels don't care about this. In fact, as long as it is not maliciously negative, a dissatisfied negative score, I can also accept it... (No! I can't!)
Recently, Jinjiang has been investigated strictly, don't think about the car. Yesterday, a friend wrote a kiss, but it was locked in twenty words, not to mention the French wet kiss, even if it didn't even touch the water... hey