metropolis.
A few days before the Chinese New Year, Shen Jiu gave the people of the Qinghui a holiday. At this time, the metropolis is empty.
Shen Jiu couldn't find fun, and felt a little boring. He was playing with his antiques and his posture was extremely casual.
At this time, Cao An came in and said: "Jiuye, I have a message."
This news is sure to surprise Jiuye.
Shen Jiu looked lazy and did not look up: "What's the matter?"
His eyes were still on the antique, and he didn't care about Cao An's words.
Cao An: "The Nine Lords, the Twelve Lords are back."
Shen Jiu's movements were stagnant.
Then Shen Jiu's eyes darkened: "Oh, he is willing to come back?"
The two were the leaders of the Qinghui, but in the past year, the whereabouts of the Twelve Lords have been uncertain, and the affairs of the Qinghui have all fallen on Shen Jiu.
Shen Jiu was busy dealing with the affairs of the meeting, while the twelfth master was living his life leisurely outside.
Now that Twelve is finally back, Shen Jiuke is going to talk about him.
Shen Jiu slowly put down the antique in his hand: "Go, let's go see him."
Shen Jiu and Cao An went to a restaurant under the name of the Twelfth Lord.
There were no people in the restaurant at this time, and it was extremely quiet.
Shen Jiu is very familiar with this place. He walked through a corridor and came to a room.
The door opened, and a man stood with his back to him.
Shen Jiu smiled but didn't smile: "Little Twelve."
The voice fell clearly into the man's ears.
The Twelfth Master recognized Shen Jiu's voice.
The Twelfth Master knew that it had been a long time since he had returned to the clearing meeting, and Shen Jiu would naturally pay attention to his whereabouts.
As long as he returns to Shanghai, Shen Jiu will definitely know.
Everyone in Shanghai knows that Shen Jiu's temperament is extremely rude.
But if you mention someone who can suppress his temper, there is one other than Lu Huai.
That was the twelfth master who was more brazen than Shen Jiu.
The Twelfth Master turned around and smiled: "Shen Jiu."
The name Shen Jiu called him was unheard of.
Shen Jiu corrected: "My seniority is older than you, you should call me Jiuye."
He is older than twelve and enters the Qing dynasty earlier than twelve. Twelve should have been called the nine masters.
The twelfth master did not change his face: "Shen Jiu, long time no see."
The Twelfth Master's face is extremely thick, so naturally he will not let go.
Shen Jiu gave up, not wanting to continue struggling with the title issue.
Shen Jiu: "Little twelve, only remembered to return to Shanghai during the Chinese New Year?"
Twelfth Lord: "I haven't been here for a long time, so I naturally have to come back and have a look."
"By the way, what happened to the Qinghui this year?" Twelfth Master asked.
Shen Jiu raised his eyebrows: "With me, who dares to provoke the meeting."
The twelfth master let go.
Shen Jiu looked at the twelfth master: "Where are you celebrating the New Year?"
There are no fathers and no mothers, and no relatives are there anymore. He was alone, and Shen Jiu wanted to spend the New Year with him.
Shen Jiu: "If you have nowhere to go, then I..."
The Twelfth Master laughed but did not answer: "I will not stay in Shanghai."
He is going to find her, so naturally he will not spend the New Year in Shanghai.
Shen Jiu was clear: "Little Twelve, are you going to find that woman again?"
In the past year, Twelve left the cleanup and went to find a woman all over the country.
Shen Jiu didn't know who the woman was, he only knew that Twelve was extremely concerned about that woman.
The Twelfth Master seemed to think of the woman, his face softened.
The Twelfth Master said softly: "She celebrates the New Year alone, and I want to accompany her."
She is lonely, so he naturally wants to accompany her.
The Twelfth Master stopped talking, turned and left.
Shen Jiu knew the mind of the twelfth master and didn't stop it.
Shen Jiu suddenly remembered something, and shouted behind his back: "Go back to Shanghai in the next year, you will take care of the meeting."
The voice of the Twelfth Lord came from afar: "I see."
The cold wind blew, and the sound soon dissipated in the wind.
…
New Year's Eve.
A tavern in Peking is still open.
Walking along the alley, the ground was already covered with snow, and there was a sound when I stepped on it.
At the end of the deep alley, a tavern was lit, and the dim light showed through the glass and shone on the snow.
The alley was very noisy, but it was quiet here.
There are not many seats in the pub. At this time, there are not many people in the hall.
The store door suddenly opened, rubbing lightly with the ground, and the crisp sound fell into the silent night.
Someone came in.
The tavern owner looked up and smiled at the man: "Miss Su."
The person here is just poppy.
Poppy nodded to the boss and said hello.
Poppy walked in and walked to the corner of the tavern before stopping.
After she took a seat, she said to the boss: "Boss, I want to drink."
The boss's subordinates kept moving: "Still the same as usual?"
Poppy hummed.
Poppy is a frequent visitor here, and the boss naturally recognizes her.
Every New Year's Eve, when families are reunited, poppy will come to this pub without a companion.
After drinking until twelve o'clock, she will leave.
The boss has no family, he would rather stay in a tavern than stay in an empty house.
The wine was delivered soon, and the boss turned and walked back to the bar.
Poppy’s wine is all spirits.
The wine was poured into the glass, and when it was almost full, the poppy put down the bottle.
She picked up the wine glass, the spirits entered, and it was extremely cold.
Poppy had just finished a glass of wine, and there were people in the shop again.
As soon as the door opened, the man walked into the store.
Poppy never looked up, she was not interested in other things.
"Miss Su!"
The familiar voice suddenly arrived and fell into Poppy's ears.
Poppy frowned immediately, and the man came again.
Even if the person called Poppy, she still ignored it.
With footsteps from far to near, the man quickly walked in front of Poppy.
The man sat opposite Poppy very naturally, like an old friend for many years.
Poppy put down the wine glass and looked up at him.
The man's eyes were clear and his face was clean.
Although he is more than 20 years old, he still looks like a teenager.
He is the twelfth master of the Qinghui, and has been pursuing her for two or three years.
In the recent period, he even got worse and followed her everywhere.
No matter where Poppy is, Twelve can find her.
Poppy warned that he had another purpose, and immediately investigated him, but found no abnormalities.
Twelve said in surprise: "Miss Su, what a coincidence."
Poppy's tone was calm, the person in front of him was emotional, with a trace of uncontrollable joy, but she was completely unaffected.
"Twelfth Lord, what's the matter?"
Twelve did not answer, but avoided the topic: "These days, it's snowing heavily in Beiping, and it's really cold."
Poppy glanced, Twelve had already reddened her ears, and frowned again.
The thing she disliked this person the most was that he would only talk to himself, and would not look at people at all.
Twelve said with concern: "Miss Su remember to wear a few more clothes, don't catch cold."
Poppy poured himself a glass of wine and looked indifferent: "I don't bother you to worry about my business."
Poppy's tone was obviously alienated, but Twelve didn't realize it, and didn't care about it at all.
Twelve smiled at Poppy again: "Miss Su said and laughed. As your friend, it's normal to be concerned."
Poppy's tone was light: "I never said we were friends."
Twelve faces remained unchanged, and continued his topic: "I am alone this year. I don't know if I can spend the New Year with Miss Su?"
Poppy just wanted to refuse, she suddenly changed her words.
"Then let's make a bet first." Poppy suggested.
Twelve faces were surprised, and Poppy spoke to him for the first time.
Twelve nodded immediately: "What does Miss Su want to bet on?"
Poppy glanced at the wine bottle on the table and spoke slowly.
"Let's have a drink."
After a pause, Poppy said again: "If you win, I won't drive you away."
Twelve kept looking at Poppy, listening carefully.
Hearing that, his eyes lit up, as if there was a silent night everywhere, but there was a faint flicker of light.
When the light fell, Twelve's smile grew stronger and his eyes were clean.
Poppy went on to say: "If you lose, don't bother me again."
Twelve looked dark and seemed to hesitate.
He wanted to spend the New Year with Poppy, and wanted to continue following Poppy.
Twelve said with difficulty: "If I lose, I won't follow you next year."
Twelve added a sentence in his heart, if that time really came, he would naturally continue to follow her.
Poppy didn't want to agree, but just wanted to refuse, but stopped talking.
In her eyes, Twelve's character is like a child, he is just seeking freshness for a while.
Poppy responds: "Okay."
Poppy asked the boss for another wine glass and placed it in front of Twelve.
Twelve drinks are not small, but Poppy has received professional training, so it is naturally different.
Glass after glass of wine entered the throat, and the empty bottles were placed by the table.
After a long time, Twelve's eyes have been red, but he still feels unwilling.
He insisted, and he didn't want to just give up.
But Poppy drank more and more sober. In order to train her drinking capacity, she had been drunk in countless nights, no one knew.
Today, Poppy has never been drunk in front of anyone.
Poppy's eyes were clear, she put down the wine glass and stopped drinking.
She knew that the twelfth master could not hold on anymore.
The next second, Twelve was completely drunk and leaned on the table.
Poppy stopped for a moment, then stood up.
She casually covered Twelve with the clothes on the side.
Poppy walked to the bar and said sorry to the boss.
The boss looked in the direction of Twelve and asked Poppy: "Do you really care about him?"
Miss Su is extremely cold, but the man persists.
It was the first time that the boss saw someone treat her like this, which should be a good thing for Miss Su.
Poppy knew what the boss meant: "He is just a child."
The boss has some regrets.
Poppy took one last look at Twelve: "He should wake up soon, please take care of me before that."
After the boss responded, Poppy turned and left the tavern.
When I woke up on the twelfth, I found that the poppy was long gone.
…
One day later, Lu Huai came to Ye Mansion soon.
Lu Huai took Ye Chu to the Governor's Mansion, and both Lu Shixian and Lu Zongting had returned to Shanghai.
Lu Zongting didn't say much, he would not interfere with Lu Huai's emotional life.
Lu Shixian was extremely satisfied. He didn't expect that he had only left Shanghai for a while, and Lu Huai took Ye Chu home.
In order to fear that Ye Chu would be embarrassed by coming alone, Lu Huai also invited Shen Jiu for this dinner.
Shen Jiu came to Lu's family for dinner, he was very happy, of course, he didn't know why Lu Huai invited him.
When Ye Chu arrived at the Warlord's Mansion, it was already dusk.
The dinner hadn't even started. After Lu Huai introduced Ye Chu to the Lu family, he took her away.
Lu Huai's excuse was sufficient. He said that Ye Chu was not familiar with the Warlord's Mansion and he wanted to show her around.
Ye Chu left the house with Lu Huai, and they walked along the road. At sunset, the dusk was heavy, he walked in front, and she slowly followed behind.
Lu Huai's voice was faint: "You should stay with me."
"They will ask more, you don't want to deal with it if you think about it."
In this life, Ye Chu still had dinner with the Lu family for the first time.
Although Ye Chu knows the temperament of Lu Zongting and Lu Shixian, he does not know what they think of her now.
As she walked and thought, Lu Huai had already stopped.
Ye Chu didn't pay attention, and hit his back, her movements froze.
Lu Huai chuckled lightly: "Why are you so careless."
Lu Huai turned around and stroked Ye Chu's face lightly, and when he found that there was nothing serious, he grasped her hand tightly. The warm feeling covered it, and he led her into it.
This is a small building of the Warlord’s Mansion with an indoor shooting range.
The cold winter wind blew, but Ye Chu's face was hot. On her finger ring, she quietly returned to hold Lu Huai's hand.
Ye Chu didn't notice something wrong.
Until she stepped into the shooting range with Lu Huai, the door behind her suddenly closed.
The space inside the house is closed, leaving only the two of them.
Lu Huai said, "Did your marksmanship regress?"
Lu Huai still didn't let go of the hand holding Ye Chu, he drew the gun from his waist with the other hand and handed it to her.
His voice was low: "You try it?"
Ye Chu looked at the gun in Lu Huai's hand, her gaze slowly moved away, and it landed on her right hand. That hand is now being held tightly by Lu Huai, how to hold the gun
Lu Huai stared at Ye Chu, his fingers were clearly rubbing her palms, and he pretended not to see Ye Chu's gaze.
He didn't realize it: "There are no others here, so don't be restrained."
Ye Chu helpless: "My left hand can't use a gun."
Although Ye Chu didn't do anything, in Lu Huai's eyes, every expression of her gesture was like an invitation.
Lu Huai smiled suddenly: "May I help you?"
Ye Chu was taken aback, his voice overlapped with that of his previous life.
Lu Huai said to himself: "If you don't speak, it's acquiescence."
He let go of Ye Chu's hand first, and Colt was placed in her palm.
Lu Huai stretched out his hand and closely followed Ye Chu's fingers, and the two hands were pressed together.
Lu Huai slowly bends his fingers, buckling her fingers on the gun one by one.
He raised his head and glanced at Ye Chu's flushed cheeks: "It's very simple, isn't it?"
Ye Chu hadn't answered yet, Lu Huai's body leaned forward, acting like the previous life.
The difference is that this time, the two are more intimate.
As if noticing Ye Chu's body tightness, Lu Huai gradually approached her white earlobe.
Lu Huai asked in her ear, "What are you nervous about?"
Ye Chu's voice restrained: "I'm not nervous."
Lu Huai's words had a hidden meaning: "That would be better."
Lu Huai took Ye Chu's hand and pulled the trigger in the direction of the fixed target.
The atmosphere here is ambiguous, but the bullet flew out coldly.
Ten rings.
They stayed in the shooting range for a while.
Lu Huai did a lot of things in the name of shooting a gun.
Lu Huai played with Ye Chu's long hair from time to time, and sometimes said that her posture was inaccurate. He approached her body and struck with both hands.
After a while, Ye Chu spoke up.
Her voice became darker: "Lu Huai, it's time for dinner."
Lu Huai didn't seem to notice the annoyance in her words: "Then let's go back."
Ye Chu immediately turned around to open the door and walked away quickly.
Lu Huai's eyes were deep, with a faint smile. He quickly followed.
…
After returning to the house, the dinner had not yet been prepared. They asked, but the housekeeper only said that she would tell them when the time was up.
Of course, this was in Lu Huai's expectation, he had deliberately picked her up earlier.
Ye Chusi didn't know that she had fallen into his trap.
Lu Huai had other thoughts again: "Why don't you go to the study?"
Ye Chu turned to look at Lu Huai. In the lobby of the Warlord's Mansion, his expression was sincere and sincere.
As if he didn't know how to do anything.
Before Ye Chu spoke, Lu Huai stretched out his hand quickly, trying to hold her hand.
There are many people here.
Ye Chu replied immediately: "Okay."
Lu Huai's hand stopped, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He could always find a way to restrain her.
The two entered the study, Lu Huai closed the door and chuckled.
"I remember you said it." Lu Huai said, "You learn my handwriting to get my attention."
Ye Chu was stunned for a few seconds, then looked away.
There is no one here, Lu Huai stretched out his hand, grabbed Ye Chu's hand once more, and led her to the desk.
Lu Huai said as he walked, "It's better to write it to me in person."
There was only one chair beside the desk, and he had already sat down.
Lu Huai's reason is still good: "Then I can also guide and see where there is a problem."
Ye Chu was speechless.
She was defenseless, and Lu Huai stretched out her arms, she was already picked up by him and held in his arms.
Ye Chu's body froze. Lu Huai had put her on his lap when she first reacted.
Lu Huai frowned slightly: "The seat here is small, so I can only wrong you a bit."
Ye Chu immediately got up, trying to escape his control.
Lu Huai stretched out his hand seemingly, but in fact it encircled Ye Chu's body, and she was forced to continue sitting in his arms.
Lu Huai handed the pen over: "You can leave after you finish writing."
Ye Chu held the pen, bent a little subconsciously, and Lu Huai took the opportunity to lean on her shoulder.
His voice was close to her white ears, and his lips were about to touch her earlobes.
"Well, now you can start getting my attention."
Lu Huai's voice caught in his ears, Ye Chu's hand shook, and with a stroke of the pen, a hole appeared on the paper.
Lu Huai's tone was helpless: "You didn't write it right."
Ye Chu's heart tightened, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.
She heard his laugh again: "I'll teach you."
Lu Huai's hand covered it, and Ye Chu's hand condensed, allowing him to hold it tightly.
In a short time, before Ye Chu had time to resist, Lu Huai had completely hugged her.
Fit tightly from head to toe.
He was completely attached to her body.
Ye Chu narrowed her eyes, and she bent her other arm and broke free of his restraint.
But he didn't expect someone to be brazen and put his hands on them.
Lu Huai grasped Ye Chu's hand tightly, his hands overlapped, and he dragged her hand down and pressed them together...
On her waist.
His fingers penetrated between hers, forcing her to clasp his fingers tightly.
Ye Chu's face flushed, and the temperature of his body grew hotter.
He clasped her waist with her own hands
Lu Huai's strength was just right. He tightened her waist with one hand and leaned his head against her head. He had no distance from her face, and the two of them were skin-to-skin.
His other hand was slightly harder, restricting her hand holding the pen, and his fingers rubbed her small smooth skin hand.
Lu Huai's voice sounded careless, but there was a hidden warning.
"Don't move, or I can't guarantee..."
I can't guarantee what I will do to you.
Ye Chu stopped his movements and put away his struggling thoughts.
It was already night in Shanghai, the night was deep outside the window, and the moonlight fell into the room.
Lu Huai pressed against Ye Chu's ear, and he could lift his lips as long as he opened his mouth slightly.
Lu Huai gently squeezed her wrist with a finger and pressed it to the pulse. He noticed her heart beating faster.
He spoke, but his tone was serious, as if what they were doing was just ordinary things.
His voice and lips were pressed against her earlobes at the same time, like a gentle touch.
"let us start."