Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Leaning on the desk chair, he let out a snort that was neither salty nor bland, his mood and anger elusive.

"What else did you say? She."

Lu Zongsheng recalled for two seconds, "Miss Yun also said... Oh, yes, she also asked you."

"She asked you if you were very busy recently, because it was something related to you. I didn't say anything, so she stopped asking again."

He is indeed a very thoughtful person and has good control over his emotions.

At least, not offensive.

He said, looking up at the man on the seat.

At some point the man took out another cigar.

The lighter was lit, the cigarette held between his knuckles, and he smoked carelessly.

Smoke gradually lingered.

She blocked his eyes and said nothing, unable to figure out his deep thoughts.

Lu Zongsheng paused, "Or, next time Miss Yun asks, I tell her the truth?"

This is a temptation.

Test his thoughts towards the beauty of the Yun family - whether he cares or not.

The calm-minded leader lowered his eyelids and still said nothing.

Carefully stroking the lit cigar, he lit it a little, his eyes darkening.

Like a dark abyss full of dangers, nothing can be seen clearly.

Nothing can be seen through.

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at night.

A sudden autumn rain started falling in the cold and bleak wind.

The rain was falling hard, and it kept hitting the green tiles on the eaves, making a crackling sound.

The rain was as heavy as soybeans, and the moist mist gradually spread and lingered over the courtyard.

It was misty and had a deep chill, which made people panic from the cold.

Chunhua came back from outside holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Because it was raining hard and the wind was blowing, her shoes were soaked and half of her skirt was wet.

When she came back with the preserves, she was so cold that she stamped her feet, took back her umbrella, and looked up outside.

"Miss, it's raining hard outside."

She came in, closed the door, and couldn't help but rub her hands.

In the warm room, the man who had put on the fleece jacket and cotton skirt had just finished drinking the medicine.

Seeing her coming in, looking so embarrassed, she frowned slightly and said, "Go and change your clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."

"It's okay, miss, I'm in good health and I'm not afraid of—"

When Chunhua walked in, she realized that there was someone else in the room.

A handsome and cold man in military uniform.

It seemed that he had just arrived. His cloak was still stained with rain and dew, and he was covered in cold air.

He took off his white gloves and glanced at her lightly. He was not angry but felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

Chunhua's smile froze, her voice suddenly stopped, and she stood there, her legs shaking physiologically, feeling a little at a loss.

"Little... miss?"

The beautiful woman sitting on the sofa looked at her with moist and warm eyes, and quietly made a silent gesture.

He raised his hand slightly to signal her to retreat quietly.

Spring flowers are relieved.

He quietly backed out and closed the door.

Soon, there were only two people left inside the door.

The atmosphere was inexplicably frozen.

The person sitting on the couch looked at the man in military uniform quietly with his beautiful and moving eyes.

He was still holding Tang Lao in his hand, specifically to warm her hands.

The man untied his cloak and set it aside.

He sat down next to her calmly and raised his dark phoenix eyes to look at her.

The color of his eyes is unclear.

"cold?"

He covered her hand, grabbed it, and squeezed it.

Jiaojiao was soft and warm in his hand.

Yun Si stared at him quietly.

"Aren't you very busy?"

she asked softly.