Banquet

Fragrant BMW cars, fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples.

Zhao residence hall is full of guests.

The hostess is still in the room and has not come out for a long time.

Zhao Rou is wearing a porcelain blue high-necked cheongsam today, with a large embroidered pattern of Chinese gourd on it, and a white cashmere shawl on her shoulders.

Her black hair, which was originally like a waterfall, was tied up with only a white jade hairpin today, looking elegant and luxurious.

She fixed her makeup and was about to go out.

Suddenly the curtain moved slightly, and the screen window was slightly blown up and then gently lowered.

Then she was held in the chest by a pair of strong hands.

"There are women like clouds, and I think about them."

"There is a girl in full swing, I want her from my heart."

The voice was low and gentle, like a sigh.

"Wanwan, I miss you very much, do you miss me?"

Zhao Rou turned her head in disbelief.

Moisture slowly welled up in her eyes, and tears were about to fall from her eyelashes.

"Xia Chenyuan, get out of here." She suppressed her trembling tone and said reluctantly.

The man suddenly took off her hairpin, and her black hair was like a waterfall.

He reached out to scoop it up, then lowered his head and kissed away the teardrops on her eyelashes, and then pressed his lips against hers.

Zhao Rou tried her best to lift and beat him, Xia Chenyuan held her down with overwhelming force, forcefully sucking all her breath away, thus becoming her master.

"follow me."

Xia Chenyuan spoke suddenly.

Zhao Rou stopped struggling.

Xia Chenyuan thought she was thinking about it, so he said more gently and seductively: "You don't like the feeling of restraining the inner house at all."

"You like the lonely smoke in the desert, you like Longshangjiangnan, you want to see the snow-capped mountains in Nianbaoyuze, and you want to ride the endless grassland..."

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

He slowly let go of Zhao Rou, his eyes dark and quiet.

Zhao Rou held the white jade hairpin, and the delicate and sticky blood on the hairpin dripped onto the ground.Her black hair set off her fair and beautiful face even more deserted.

"I'll tell you to get out." Zhao Rou said coldly.

Xia Chenyuan suddenly smiled.

He approached Zhao Rou step by step, his voice was extremely gentle, and said: "For decades, only you can hurt me and touch me."

He pinched Zhao Rou's face with one hand and forced her to look at him, and with the other hand he lifted the impression on his face, and mocked endlessly: "Look, your masterpiece, do you still remember it?"

On the face where the impression was removed, there was a huge ugly scar, like a giant centipede, showing off its majesty with its fangs and claws.

Zhao Rou closed her eyes and tried her best to avoid his iron fist: "No, no, I don't want to watch."

Her body was trembling all the time, as if she had fallen into an old dream.

When endless blood engulfed his hands.

"She said she didn't read it."

There was a gunshot in the house, and then a man with a handsome face appeared at the door.

Xia Chenyuan glanced at the black hole on his collar, and looked at the man.

He let go of Zhao Rou, and slowly read out the name, that hypocrite who is used to arty, but in fact prefers intrigue.

"Gu Mingyuan."

Gu Mingyuan didn't pay much attention, and pointed his gun at Xia Chenyuan.

He lazily replied: "Do you think you look good? Do you want me to give you a plane ticket to South Korea, so that you can go there for a skin transplant or something?"

"If you don't go." He paused, and said leisurely, "I can also send you directly to Xitian."

"A Rou, Gu Yan is here, why don't you go and see them?" He said gently to his wife.

Just as Xia Chenyuan was about to reach out to pull her, there was another gunshot.

Gu Mingyuan apologized slightly: "You know that too. I have been bad at shooting since I was a child, and I accidentally shot you in the arm."

"Although," he said lightly, "I want to shoot you in the heart."

Xia Chenyuan didn't care much about that arm, he watched Zhao Rou leave his sight, he looked at Gu Mingyuan, and said in a deep voice, "You think you can stop me?"

"I thought I could stop you all the time."

Gu Mingyuan raised his foot and kicked the door shut, and said flatly, "I can stop you once in Zhongzheng campus, but now is the second time."

Xia Chenyuan mocked: "You really admitted it."

"You want to stop me from taking Jiang Zetao's son away and keep his blood. So you sent someone to guard the child early, and be his scapegoat if there is a crisis?"

"That scapegoat is really clever. He put on the golden glasses early, and he really fooled my subordinates."

He was very interested, and said: "But I'm very surprised, how can you find such a willing substitute for a dead ghost, to help a stranger die?"

Gu Mingyuan said lightly: "You always underestimate the affection of ordinary people."

Xia Chenyuan showed an endless mocking smile.

"I didn't insert that child in secret, but they also met by chance."

"I helped him study and go to school, and asked him to help me take care of my friend's children. He actually fought with his life for me."

Thinking of Lin Huan, Gu Mingyuan's eyes were filled with apology.

At that time, Lin Huan was admitted to a university in Beijing. Because he had not found Jiang Zetao's youngest son for a long time, and because the two were about the same age, he mentioned it to him.

Unexpectedly, after three years of getting along day and night, Lin Huan secretly confirmed Shen Yu's identity and informed Gu Mingyuan.

Only later did the Jiuqu case be brought up.

As for Xia Shenyuan's actions that night, it was too late when Gu Mingyuan informed Lin Huan.

He also didn't expect that Lin Huan would be abducted by Li Daitao, who took the place of Shen Yu's identity at the risk of committing a crime.

He later rescued him in many ways, but luckily the child escaped safely.

Gu Mingyuan sighed in his heart: "How can you understand this kind of affection when you lick the blood knife all the year round."

Xia Chenyuan smiled suddenly, and the long and narrow scar was stretched terribly by his smile.

"Gu Er, I know what you are trying so hard for."

"But you're doomed to get nothing out of the bamboo basket."

The centipede approached slowly until it was in front of Gu Mingyuan.

"Are you looking for Gu Chengyuan?"

"You want to save Jiang Zetao, don't you?"

He whispered like a ghost: "You can't find it, and you can't save it."

"Because it's me who personally confirmed Gu Chengyuan's death."

"I, no, believe it." Gu Mingyuan said coldly.

"What kind of person is Gu Chengyuan, how could he die by your hands."

"You'd better get out now, you are not welcome here, and your blood is not worthy to stain this place."

Gu Mingyuan looked cold and serious, and said: "You should die in the most extreme pain, in the hopeless cry for help, in the torment of despair."

"My gun, you don't deserve it."

"How can anyone think that Second Master Gu is elegant and gentle?"

"Look at these words, you are not inferior to your brother."

Xia Chenyuan spoke in a low voice, and floated past the window.

His venomous curse slowly fell along with the veil.

"Gu Mingyuan, I want you to be so heartbroken one day that you will be powerless and feel all your blessings and expectations for me."

Gu Mingyuan put away the gun expressionlessly, turned and went out.

"Ah Rou?" He pushed open a closed door.

"Sorry, I always trouble you." Her black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and she said softly.

Gu Mingyuan knelt down on one knee, threw the hairpin aside, wiped the blood from her hands, took out another hairpin from his bosom, and gently tied her hair.

"After I scratched his face back then, you helped me in the same way, and later insisted on marrying me."

Her silky long hair was gently tied up and decorated with a suet white jade hairpin, still elegant and unparalleled.

"I always owe you too much."

Gu Mingyuan didn't seem to hear anything.

He gently raised his wife's head, looked into the mirror and said, "Does it look good?"

Zhao Rou looked at the person in the mirror.

There was still a trace of sadness in the woman's eyes, but her makeup had been taken care of elegantly and dignifiedly, and she was no longer in a hurry.

"I don't want you to pay me back, I want you to stay with me for the rest of my life."

Gu Mingyuan said in a low voice.

"Wherever you are going, I will accompany you."

"But places like deserts, barren mountains, and grasslands, how can you live in places like deserts, barren mountains, and grasslands?" Gu Mingyuan said with a smile, "We'll come back when we've had enough fun, what do you think?"

He knelt down on one knee, waiting patiently and earnestly for her answer.

Zhao Rou was stunned for a moment.

Gu Mingyuan held her hand, and the exhaustion of running around for many days slowly appeared in those clear and moist eyes.

He was more patient and restrained all his emotions than when he proposed to her.

"Don't leave me, Arou."

"I'm also afraid that you really just walked away with him."

After all, the person you love the most is not me.

After all, you are grateful and guilty.

After all, he knows what you desire better than me.

After all, I have long been used to having your company and life with you.

I don't want to let you go.

"I probably have to leave you once more." Zhao Rou said slowly, "Otherwise, who will host this party?"

"Are you still Gu Yan?"

Gu Mingyuan held her hand tightly, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

"Won't let you go."

He stretched out his hand for Zhao Rou to hold him.

"Ma'am, I'm with you."

On the stairs, a silver-gray figure was leaning against the wall, his eyes cast in the crowd, as if chasing a certain person.

Seeing the two walking out hand in hand, he withdrew his eyes and said with a smile, "Mom and Dad."

Under the light, his figure is impressive and his face is tough and handsome.

His eyes fell on the black suit in the crowd again, and he said with a slight smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He leaned forward and held out his hand to his mother, with an elegant posture like a prince.

Gu Mingyuan looked at his wife with a smile: "Go, queen."

Zhao Rou finally straightened her temple hair.

Gu Mingyuan's eyes were as soft and tender as ever.

She put her hand in her son's and walked down the stairs slowly to the hall.

The author has something to say:

Make it up tomorrow night.

Let you ignore Dad!