You have the ability to spread rumors, and you have the ability to make fake plays for real.

Zhan Ziran did not pass out as he wished.

He thought how good it would be to faint, and rolled his eyes, pretending nothing happened.

But in fact, Zhan Ziran spit out all the wine he drank too quickly, and instead felt conscious.

Although it relieved a little, she was still dizzy and dizzy, and it seemed that someone was holding a long and thin embroidery needle and stabbing it in and out.

But now he still has to deal with Mo Xu.

In the meeting place, people often drank too much and vomited, and the servants rushed up to wipe the floor clean. Mo Xu sat in his seat again, frowned, and looked at Zhan Ziran.

It's so small, so clean, and alone, as if the impetuousness and shamelessness of the banquet can't contaminate him at all.

Mo Xu lowered his eyelids.

Zhan Ziran leaned on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, and clutched his stomach.

Finally, when he recovered a bit, he opened his eyes, poured a cup of tea, and looked at Mo Xu.

Mo Xu's face was just so close that his breath hit his face shallowly, and the familiar smell became stronger.

But now, it faded again.

Zhan Ziran cleaned himself up with a handkerchief, smiled weakly, and felt that his appearance was extremely embarrassing, but he just vomited, and it was a miracle that he didn't vomit on himself.

Mo Xu did not continue to press him.

There was silence between the two, but Mo Xu's face was too scary, Zhan Ziran was afraid to look directly at him, and turned his head away.

Because he just vomited, Zhan Ziran's blood was surging, his complexion was a little damp, two buttons were loosened from the collar, and along the line of the neck, a small round ear was pinker than his cheek, like a pink pearl.

Zhan Ziran finally raised his head, his beautiful eyes were misty, and the light of the crystal lamp was refracted on his eyes. The water shimmered like a dazed little beast, which made people feel distressed.

"I'm a bit erratic after drinking. Do you really mean what Young Master Mo said earlier?" Zhan Ziran thought about it and avoided the topic.

Mo Xu nodded and said, "That's natural, take it seriously."

All?

Zhan Ziran didn't speak, can you pass this topic over?

He shouted in his heart.

It's a pity that Mo Xu didn't want to go there.

"So, which one shall we fulfill first?"

Zhan Ziran didn't dare to look at Mo Xu, he saw his toes and straight legs, and he could faintly feel his bulging muscles under his suit pants.

I heard that the food in foreign countries is not good. Why did Mo Xu become twice as strong?

Zhan Ziran's heart was suspended again, and he said weakly: "I really didn't say that sentence."

Mo Xu put down the wine glass in his hand, and sneered: "So, you said the other two?"

It’s over.

How can human beings be so evil and cunning! ! !

"I... didn't mean that," Zhan Ziran almost buried his head in his chest.

"What do you mean, I have a lot of time now, you can tell me slowly," Mo Xu picked up the wine glass again, waiting for Zhan Ziran to speak.

Zhan Ziran had really exhausted his brain over the past year, his brain was racing through his thoughts, and finally, he stammered: "Of course we have friendship."

Mo Xu didn't speak, waiting for him to continue speaking.

Zhan Ziran swallowed his saliva, and said flexibly, "Schoolmate love! The friendship between you and me for so many years as classmates is so epic, it's not enough for outsiders..."

The words he used can be said to be nonsensical. Zhan Ziran regretted it after he finished speaking. Only a fool can believe it.

But it happened, Mo Xu believed it.

"Student love, classmate love..." Mo Xu muttered, suddenly drank all the wine in his hand, and smiled, "Yes, classmate love."

Zhan Ziran hesitated, didn't know what to say, opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back.

Mo Xu frowned again, there was not much light in his deep black eyes.

He murmured in a low voice: "Students have a good relationship, you won't be tied down by sticky and scattered emotions, and you can also talk naturally, and you don't need to put them first...Okay, very good."

Zhan Ziran didn't hear clearly, so he stretched out his head to listen, but Mo Xu had already finished speaking.

Zhan Ziran asked, "What did you say?"

Mo Xu frowned, stood up, "Let's go."

"Huh?" Zhan Ziran didn't follow his train of thought.

"You still want to stay here?" Mo Xu put on his coat and strode out.

Zhan Ziran immediately got up and walked out.

It would do him no good to stay here.

The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger. This is the first snow of this year, but it is extraordinarily grand. In just a few quarters of an hour, the road has been paved, and under the sporadic lights, it is all white.

After closing the door, all noises were blocked, Mo Xu took the lead, and Zhan Ziran followed behind.

He got so tall.

Zhan Ziran followed him blankly.

Zhan Ziran actually asked Qi Le to pick him up at night, but the car at home had already been paid off, so Qi Le had to get a rickshaw first if he wanted to come.

Can you still call a car?

drop--

Zhao Zhiyu had already driven the car over, the light stretched the shadow very long, and the falling snowflakes flashed by under the light.

There was also the sound of Mo Xu walking in front, the crushed ice on the soles of his shoes, and the rustling sound.

Mo Xu stopped.

Because of the drunkenness, Zhan Ziran was unresponsive for two seconds. With only one step away, he almost bumped into Mo Xu's back.

Apart from the sound of the wheels crushing the snow and ice and the sound of the car's engine, Zhan Ziran could only hear his own breathing, Mo Xu's breathing...

and the sound of your own heartbeat.

Mo Xu opened the car door and sat in the back seat, Zhan Ziran hesitated for a second, then got in too.

There is no way to call a car now.

Mo Xu glanced at him sideways, and said, "What are you doing here, you didn't drive?"

Zhan Ziran doesn't have a car.

He coughed softly to conceal his guilty conscience, and said nonsense, "Anyway, I'll be on my way, please trouble Master Mo to take me home..."

Mo Xu was a little speechless, frowned and said: "It's not on the way, I'm going east, you're going west."

Zhan Ziran had just walked a few steps in the snow, all the accumulated heat dissipated, and now he started to feel cold again, but he had the cheek to get into Mo Xu's car, and had the cheek to ask Mo Xu to take him home. It was Zhan Ziran who had a thick skin and a fever on his face.

But he is really uncomfortable now, he doesn't want to freeze to death on this road, facing Mo Xu's cold gaze, he said: "It's actually quite smooth, you go to the door, then turn around and then turn back, just send it to the entrance of my alley, I will walk back... ..."

Mo Xu: "..."

Zhao Zhiyu was at the front, thinking, what kind of way is this?

Rao Mo Xu's temperament has changed a lot in the past few years, and he was also shocked by Zhan Ziran's shameless behavior.

Zhan Ziran clutched his coat, fearing that Mo Xu's mood would be unstable now, and if he kicked himself off, he would either lose face or lose his life.

Zhan Ziran had a circle of fox fur around his neck, which Zhan's mother had prepared for him before. His pale face was tightened, and his dark eyes were like small animals, so cautious.

Mo Xu withdrew his gaze, leaned his head on the seat, closed his eyes, and said, "Drive, go back."

Zhao Zhiyu sighed, and the car started.

Zhan Ziran breathed a sigh of relief. Although Mo Xu had become so scary, the current situation was a hundred times better than the situation where he stayed in the chamber of commerce and was ridiculed by others, so he relaxed.

The car was cut off from the cold wind, and Zhao Zhiyu set up a small hand stove in advance, Zhan Ziran started to feel a little drowsy after warming up a little.

"Zhan Ziran," Mo Xu didn't speak, and suddenly called his name.

Zhan Ziran shuddered, "What's wrong?"

Mo Xu frowned and looked at him, Zhan Ziran avoided his eyes, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

Not fake.

Mo Xu wanted to reach out and pinch it, but he restrained himself.

This is not like the previous dream, there is no smell in the dream.

The car smelled of Zhan Ziran.

The car was eerily quiet, Mo Xu stopped talking, leaned on the seat and squinted his eyes to rest his mind, Zhan Ziran couldn't speak.

As soon as the car drove out of the venue, Zhan Ziran saw that Mo Xu didn't continue to make things difficult for him, so he began to doze off.

Zhan Ziran is like this, he forgets the pain when the scar is healed.

There is still some distance to Zhan's house, Zhan Ziran shamelessly said to the driver driving in front, "Call me when we arrive, I'll take a moment", then closed his fighting eyelids.

Zhao Zhiyu: "..." You are really welcome.

But not long after Zhan Ziran closed his eyes, the car stopped suddenly.

Staggering, Zhan Ziran suddenly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He almost fell asleep.

Someone ahead with a flashlight stopped the car.

Zhao Zhiyu stopped the car, opened the door to ask what happened, and when he came back, he said, "Someone called the police."

"What happened, who will call the police?" Zhan Ziran curled up into a ball, just as he opened the car door, the cold air came in.

Boom boom boom——

The policeman with a flashlight knocked on Mo Xu's car window.

Zhan Ziran lowered his head first, almost buried in his chest, he took off his coat to cover his face.

Don't see him, don't see him.

Zhan Ziran read silently.

Otherwise tomorrow's newspaper...

Mo Xu only opened his eyes at this time, and slowly opened the car door, as if he knew it a long time ago, and he was not surprised at all.

Zhuer who can drive a car is not easy to mess with, besides, not long after Mo Xu returned to China, there was a threat of a bloodbath, and various forces began their own investigations.

So even if it is the police, they have to give a little face.

"What's the matter?" Mo Xu frowned impatiently.

"It's like this. The friend of shopkeeper Zhou from the watch shop called the police, saying that shopkeeper Zhou went to the balcony and disappeared. Someone saw you standing and talking with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, another policeman beside him trotted over and whispered to the crowd.

After whispering, the policeman had a strange expression on his face, and said, "The glass of shopkeeper Zhou's car was smashed, and there was a hole in the front of the car..."

Mo Xu immediately interrupted him, with gloomy eyes, and sneered: "What do you mean, I knock on his car hood? Smash his glass?"

"Uh, of course it doesn't mean that. Who are you, how could you do such a thing? Let's make a routine inquiry..."

Mo Xu interrupted him again, and said coldly: "On the balcony, I saw that he drank too much, so I asked the secretary to help him down, and I didn't see him again. He was so drunk that he might hit the curb, so instead of wasting time, come Find me, why not follow a few roads to investigate."

Zhan Ziran didn't know the situation, but he remembered the whispers of other bosses when he was at the meeting just now.

After listening to Mo Xu's words, the two looked at each other, and chose to believe the words of the second young master Mo, who had been making a fuss since the Mo family returned to China.

There was no sound, and the two seemed to be gone. Zhan Ziran was really curious, so he took a look.

And when he turned his head, he happened to meet the policeman who was talking with the probe.

Zhan Ziran: "..."

"This is not...Master Zhan..."

Zhan Ziran's heart was ashamed.

Sitting upright is better than hiding under clothes now.

He had already thought of the title—shocked, the young master of the Zhan family had a passionate private meeting with the second young master of the Mo family late at night, and they rode together in the car. The young master Zhan's eyes were dim and his clothes were messy.

Mo Xu didn't wait for their answer, and didn't care about anything else, he just closed the car window, Zhao Zhiyu stepped on the accelerator, and the car started.

"There's no need to hide," Mo Xu said slowly, as if he was in a good mood.

Zhan Ziran smiled dryly and poked his head out of his coat.

"I didn't hide, it's cold," Zhan Ziran snorted, still hiding in his coat.

Mo Xu sneered, and stopped talking, while Zhan Ziran was still in the same mess.

The interior of the car returned to silence, only the faint sound of the engine and the breathing of the three people.

Zhan Ziran closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze. When he opened them again, the car was slowing down.

Is it here yet?

Zhan Ziran propped up his limp body and looked outside.

It's not a house at all.

Familiarity, more than familiarity, I came here the day before yesterday and went in.

There is comfortable heating inside, and pots of tea.

There are two bright street lamps outside the iron gate carved with black intricate patterns.

This is the Mo's House.