MTL - Professional Accomplishment Of A White Lotus-Chapter 89

The wound on Gu Huaisheng's body was cracked, and the white dress worn by Luo Ran was stained with some red stains, and people were sent in the medicine box. Luo Ran helped him change it. Put on clean gauze.

Her movements were gentle, as if the feathers were swept lightly, causing a little itching. Gu Huaisheng narrowed her eyes, but there was no movement.

Luo Ranben just wanted to see him and left, but he was holding on. He was in Gu Zhai for an afternoon. When he got out of Gu Zhai, it was late, and the car that sent her stopped at Gu. House door side.

Seeing her coming out, the man immediately came down and opened the door. After Luo Ran got into the car, he would drive. Luo Ran suddenly said, "Go to the department store first."

The man froze, but didn't say much. The second man ordered him to send her away, so he just had to be a driver.

At the department store, Luo Ran did not go upstairs to her favorite dress shop. Instead, she turned a corner and walked into the bookstore around the corner. She had no other idea but just didn't want to go back.

Find a place to sit down in the bookstore. There are not only books, but also some newspapers. Luo Ran pulled out the latest newspaper and looked at it. When he saw that line of words, his eyes were dimmed.

There was a low discussion in the ear, with a little heavy and sadness:

"... Three provinces fell. I don't know when the war will come to Jiangcheng ..."

"... I wonder if I can see ... hey ..."

Luo Ran reached out and crossed the line of black words, and the simple word "occupied" at the end seemed very heavy. Luo Ran seemed to see the closed eyes in the flames of war through this short line of words. There was ... an anger that was gradually aroused by everyone.

The atmosphere in the bookstore was too heavy. Luo Ran picked up the round hat and left, and the glass door closed slowly behind her, as if she had never been there.

The night of the ballroom is always lively. The singing and dancing on the stage level up, and occasionally gentle music, men and women indulge in laughter, dance, and show the fascination of life and death.

Contrary to the excitement downstairs, the third floor was extraordinarily quiet. Mo Er looked at her lightly since Miss Luo went out, and said a few words with Miss Jiang warmly, and then sent away the second person. Grandpa, took a sip of a cup of herbal tea at this time.

From time to time, he glanced across the door of the study, not light or heavy, but it seemed to be inadvertent, but Mo Er followed him for more than ten years, and immediately saw his mind, forbearance, and eventually did not hold back:

"Second Ye, if you see Miss Luo, if you make it clear, Er Ye wants it, then she is yours."

Mo Zeyu's expression grew weaker: "What then?"

Mo for a while, then?

Mo Zeyu looked at the cup of herbal tea he was holding: "I was born in a troubled world and I profited from it, but I also hate it. In this era, I can't give her what she wants."

What's more, he never wanted his children to be affectionate.

Mo Zeyu's gaze was dull but deep, just like the herbal tea in his hand had no waves and traces. As long as he gently swung, tens of thousands of ripples instantly appeared.

Mo Er didn't understand what he meant, but knew he couldn't persuade him.

There was some movement downstairs. Mo Er looked up at Mo Zeyu and saw that he had no response. He quietly retreated, and after a while, walked in again:

"Second Lord, Miss Luo is back."

Mo Zeyu was expressionless, and Mo Eryi was anxious: "Er, even if you ca n’t give her what she wants, but who can protect her in this city except you? You ca n’t give it, others give it more. No more! "

Mo Ze gave a rest, lowered the tea cup, and suddenly laughed lowly. After a while, he leaned on the sofa, squeezed his eyebrows, and asked a sentence:

"Where did she go today?"

Mo Er's eyes brightened, and he turned to ask Luo Luo's driver today. After returning, his brows were slightly locked: "Miss Luo went ... Gu Zhai."

Mo Zeyu didn't seem to care, and only gently said "um", Mo Er looked at his look, and continued to say:

"When she came back, she went to the bookstore and heard that when Miss Luo came out, she didn't look very good."

bookstore? Mo Zeyu's eyes suddenly fell on a newspaper on the coffee table in front of him. The line of black characters was very obvious. He pierced into the eyes of the man. Mo Zeyu squeezed a corner of the newspaper with a sharp edge between his eyebrows. He sighed. , All thoughts disappeared, as if talking to themselves:

"... Nothing."

Mo Er frowned tightly, and just when he wanted to speak, he saw that Mo Zeyu had gathered all the looks, calm and calm, and lightly ordered:

"... the arms were sent to the front."

Mo Er said nothing. With this gift, half a year's income would be lost in it, but he didn't speak, and he didn't have any doubt at the moment when the country was in distress.

Very late, the ballroom was also quiet, Mo Zeyu stepped out of the study and looked at the room on the second floor, his eyes bright and dark.

If the war ceases, you will soon have what you want.

It's not just you ...

Mo Zeyu turned and went downstairs to leave. His back was straight without any hesitation. Someone pulled the car door for him, and he sat firmly in the compartment.

Three months later, the business of the ballroom was still so good that the crowd was crowded at night, but it was just Jiangcheng, but it was not smooth in these three months.

First, Gu Ye was injured. After the injury, Mo Erye was on his way back and encountered a gun battle. Although he was not injured, it caused a sensation.

It was Jiang Xueru who had also seen Mo Zeyu, and not once or twice, but he did not think of visiting his genuine fiance at all.

There were more people around Mo Zeyu, but no one was surprised. It was normal to be strict with a gun battle.

Luo Ran had a cigarette in her hand, leaning on the stairway, looking at the woman smiling downstairs, smiling extremely brightly and confidently. She looked at the man next to her, her eyes burning, and she was easy to see Love is unabashed.

Mo Zeyu is very gentle, although he has a lot of blood on his hands, but after he is in a stable position, he almost took a bunch of beads and cultivated his own self-cultivation. The more Jiang Xueru gets along with him, the more he feels surprised.

Mo Zeyu casually responded to Jiang Xueru's words, and her gaze was more on the woman on the corridor. She spit out a plume of smoke and mist, and she looked a little hazy. Mo Zeyu frowned lightly and smoked so much smoke. ,not good for health.

Jiang Xueru's eyes were bright, looking at Mo Zeyu, and he said, "Zeyu, I will do my best to save this era with words!"

Her voice roused Mo Zeyu's attention, and he slightly evoked a slight smile, seemingly ridiculous, but passed by.

He didn't refute her. Does this era need words? What is needed, very much needed, much needed! Words have some irreplaceable status and function, but do we need words that moan freely?

He didn't know, he didn't refute, he just looked at Jiang Xueru gently, and she seemed to be greatly encouraged and her eyes were bright.

Mo Zeyu looked away, looked at the poem she wrote in front of her, and sighed lightly. He raised his head again. The people in the corridor were gone, and his eyes sank for a moment. He said:

"Miss Jiang, you don't have to come to the ballroom in the future."

Jiang Xueru's face turned pale, and he said, "Why?"

"I do not like you."

His words were very straightforward and broke through her distraction, making her look flushed, shy and embarrassed, and tears burst into her bright eyes.

His expression was still mild, and there was no difference from the past, but Jiang Xueru felt cold all over. She looked into his eyes, there was nothing like water, and there was no trace of her imagination.

Jiang Xueru instantly felt that she could not stay any longer, maintaining the last point of pride and standing up, still looking at Mo Zeyu with a clear look:

"Mr. Mo, everyone has the right to pursue love."

Mo Zeyu nodded, he never denied, but: "Miss Jiang, you have the right to pursue love, but you should not cause trouble to others."

Jiang Xueru understood what he meant, and did not dare to look at other people's eyes, embarrassedly ran out of the ballroom, stopped a rickshaw, and covered the car on his face.

From Jiang Xueru to stand up and turn around to leave, there was no change in the look on Mo Zeyu's face. He looked up the corridor and for a moment, he lowered his eyelids.

In three months, he should work it out.

Mo Zeyu stood up, Yu Guang glanced at the paper on the table, and said lightly: "Throw it."

"Yes."

Mo Er watched him go upstairs, and sighed behind him.

When Mo Zeyu walked to the second floor, the door of the room was suddenly opened, Luo Ran appeared at the door, she was wearing a carmine red cheongsam, stepping on cyan high heels, wearing exquisite makeup and going out.

Mo Zeyu took a footstep. When the two passed by, he took her hand, and the two of them stunned slightly. Luo Ran looked up and asked him with his eyes.

Mo Zeyu was just impulsive. He guessed who she was going to meet, but subconsciously held her, Luo Ran froze his perm, with a smile:

"Second Lord?"

Mo Ze Yu Mingzhi asked: "Want to go out?"

"Mr. Zheng has called me a few times and he should always be given a face."

It turned out not Gu Huaisheng.

Mo Zeyu's eyes were slightly loose, but she held her hand tightly, Luo Ran raised her eyebrows slightly, and heard his flat voice:

"Mr. Zheng is not a good person."

Luo Ran was startled, looked at Mo Zeyu accidentally, and then laughed softly. In Jiangcheng, the most vicious person is the person in front of him. He can say the words "He is not a good person" without any exception. .

Mo Zeyu knew what she was laughing, slightly hooked her mouth, took her hand, and led her upstairs.

Luo Ran followed him steadily, after all, he was her boss.

As he walked, Mo Zeyu said in a bland voice: "After Mr. Zheng sent his wife to death, although he did not marry his wife, there are countless lovers outside."

After a pause, she seemed afraid of her unbelief, and said, "Before you come, there is a singer in the ballroom. She and Mr. Zheng have a good personal relationship."

At this time, Luo Ran couldn't help but show a smile with the word "very good personal relationship".

Mo Zeyu knew that she had believed it, so he didn't say much about Mr. Zheng, but instead said, "As long as you don't want to be asked by others, you can all quit."

Luo Ran laughed: "Isn't the second grandfather needing me to make money?"

In the study, the two sat on the sofa and heard her say. Mo Zeyu shook her head slightly and smiled, raised her hand, and scratched the tip of her nose:

"You have earned enough."

Although the ballroom made money, he didn't rely on it to survive, not to mention that she didn't earn it, no matter how, an idle man he could afford.

The author has something to say: I ca n’t add more recently, and the world is so difficult

Gu Huaisheng is good, but Mo Zeyu is actually good

As for the reader of Mier, she said that she booked it all, but the subscription rate I found out at that time was really less than 10%. Yesterday she saw the title and added points. She should really not understand the rules of Jinjiang

As long as you do n’t lose the score, are you fully booked, you are all little angels! !! !! !!

Well, the little angels don't care about this, in fact, as long as it is not a negative brush, a dissatisfied negative point, I can accept it ... (No! I can't!)

Recently, the investigation of Jinjiang was strict. Do n’t think about the car. Yesterday, a little friend wrote a kiss, but twenty words were locked. Do n’t say a wet kiss, the dragonfly has no water ... hey