I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

He Jian looked unhappy, but Luo Qianhuai's mood suddenly brightened.

Maybe there is no need to waste her Jinshan Silver Mine, and Huo Yu can be taken care of with just one key.

"I understand." She stepped out of the Yiting gate with a smile.

He Jian felt that the smile on her face was a bit dazzling.

The adults are so busy that they haven't forgotten to help Na Wenpu look through old cases. But why does this little lady look so heartless?

After Zhu Niang learned of the good news, she immediately held a banquet for Luo Qianhuai and had a feast. She served Luo Qianhuai a variety of delicacies and was very courteous and flattering. She had long forgotten her grudges.

She took the blame that Luo Qianhuai placed on her without hesitation and took the initiative to take on the role of female Zhuge. She patted her chest and promised that she would never reveal the other person's plot.

After eating and drinking, it was already dark. Luo Qianhuai hummed a little tune and stumbled back to the shop. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xing Jiu and another person.

"Captain Wei?" She was so drunk that she thought she was dazzled: "Why are you here?"

"Ms. Luo, have you been drinking?" Wei Ying did not answer directly, but motioned to Xingjiu to support her: "The Lord wants to see you."

Mr. Mo is here? Luo Qianhuai thought of that dark and windy night. If it hadn't been for Mr. Mo, he would have been cut in two by that Wusun man, so he felt that he should thank him properly.

Xingjiu helped her into the main room in the backyard. The candlelight is warm and moist, reflecting the faces of the people in the room like jade, and their ink hair flowing.

Luo Qianhuai pushed Xing Jiu away and said hello with a smile: "I don't know if the young master is here, but I'm not expecting you at a distance, so I won't be guilty of looking forward to you."

Without waiting for the person above to speak, she lightly sat down opposite the table. As soon as she touched the wine bottle with one hand, she was gently held down by the other person.

"You should drink in moderation." Mr. Mo took the jug out of her hand and put it under the table. He took out a celadon tea cup and poured her a cup of tea.

"Drink this." There were sparks in his black eyes, reflecting Luo Qianhuai's blushing face.

With a smile as bright as a flower, she drank the tea in one gulp and showed the clean bottom of the cup to him: "Thank you for saving me that day."

"There is no need to be so polite between you and me." His voice was like spring water striking stone, indescribably cold and beautiful.

Luo Qianhuai raised his eyes to look at Mr. Mo, and saw that he was very handsome, as bright as the bright moon, with slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a solemn smile. His black silver-threaded robe was loosely draped over his jade-colored straight train. It is the posture of an immortal, unrivaled in beauty.

She vaguely knew that her old habit of being lustful had returned. But alcohol couldn't help but amplify that idea several times.

She put her hands on the desk, leaned forward, almost close to Mr. Mo's chest, and said to herself: "Young Master is so handsome. I wonder how much Yehe money will be needed for someone like him if the spring breeze comes once?"

Mr. Mo didn't expect that she would say such words. He was stunned for a while, but the tips of his ears slowly turned red.

Luo Qianhuai was already drowsy at the moment. He just thought he was a junior junior who was teasing the pretty juniors in his previous life. His words became more and more unrestrained: "Sister, I'm rich and can afford to support you. If you follow me, you won't suffer any loss." I can’t be fooled—do you want to think about it?”

She has always been a talkative player. She only talks but does not act. No matter how explicit her talk is, she still keeps an arm's length distance from him.

Mr. Mo's eyes darkened a bit, and his voice became a little hoarse: "I came here today because I have something serious to say."

As he spoke, he stood up, turned around, pressed Luo Qianhuai's shoulders, pressed her back firmly, and sat next to her.

Luo Qianhuai's eyes were blurred, and he obeyed him obediently, not even hearing what Mr. Mo said.

She had been busy all day today, being jostled for a long time in a carriage, and battling wits with Huo Yu and his wife in Yiting. After finally finishing eating and drinking, she no longer had the energy to receive uninvited guests.

When Xing Jiu came in with hangover soup, he saw Luo Qianhuai nestling in Mr. Mo's arms. And the master of his family, who had always kept his emotions in check and was always cold and dignified, carefully held the woman with a red face in his arms, and when he saw her pushing the door open, he gave her a cold glance.

Xingjiu put down the hangover soup gently and crept away without daring to make a sound.

The sky suddenly appears, and the stars and rivers disappear. When Luo Qianhuai woke up, he felt unbearably thirsty and his head felt slightly swollen and painful.

"It seems that this high-altitude wine is not suitable for drinking too much." She stood up, poured a cup of tea and drank it, and found that it was still warm.

She stopped drinking last night, and the last scene in her memory was returning to her drug store and knocking on the door. After that, she didn't know anything else.

Seeing that even his hair was smelling of bath beans, and that he was wearing a brand new uniform, he knew that Xing Jiu was becoming more considerate as he worked as a waiter.

Well, she herself has taken one step further towards the abyss of corruption.

The sound of Luo Qianhuai getting up had already alerted the outstanding personal assistant Xingjiu.

"Ms. Luo, are you awake?" She pushed open the door and came in, bringing warm water for washing.

"Thank you very much for last night." Luo Qianhuai said sincerely: "My drunkenness caused you a lot of trouble. You go and catch up on your sleep now while I make the morning meal."

"You don't need to worry about the morning meal." Xing Jiu glanced at her hesitantly: "Mother Zhu sent someone to deliver it early in the morning... Do you want to go over and eat with the young master?"

"Young Master?" Luo Qianhuai was startled, and the willow branches he was wiping his teeth with fell from his hand: "When did he come?"

Xingjiu was even more surprised than she was: "Young Master came last night and talked to you for a long time...you don't even remember?"

What about this matter? Luo Qianhuai hit his forehead with his hand, but he did not knock back the scattered memories.

It doesn't matter if you can't remember, the person you name is your boss, the angel investor of the drug store, the controlling shareholder of Bu Xian Xian Liquor Group, having a meal with him, etc., isn't that what you should do?

Luo Qianhuai washed and changed his clothes quickly, and with the help of Xingjiu, he put on his hair into a ponytail, and then went to the main hall to see Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his eyes were tinged with blue-gray color. He looked as if he had not slept well at all.

The same goes for Wei Ying, who is sitting on the lower table on the left side eating his breakfast, yawning as he eats.

"Young Master, the leader of the guard camp." Luo Qianhuai bowed casually and sat down at the desk opposite Wei Ying.

The aroma of pickled vegetables, chicken minced porridge and soup dumplings constantly penetrates the nose. Luo Qianhuai forcibly held back and advised with a responsible attitude:

"I know that you work hard day and night, but your body is the capital of the revolution. You must go to bed early and sleep more at night. You must not stay up late because of your youth."

Fortunately for Mr. Mo, after hearing this, his expression remained as usual, and his movements of drinking porridge were still elegant and beautiful. However, Wei Ying was accidentally sprayed in the face by the soup in the steamed bun.

"Ms. Luo, don't you remember? It was you last night..."

"Talk too much." A cold voice came from the upload. Wei Ying closed his mouth angrily, still trying to convey various complex emotions with his eyes.

Although Luo Qianhuai failed to decipher the meaning, he also guessed that he probably didn't do anything good after drinking.