System maintenance

"Once the mission fails, there will be loopholes in the system, referred to as BUG."

There was a deep haze on the eyebrows raised silently, "What kind of situation will happen?"

"unknown."

Silently pursed his lips, his lowered hand clenched his fist and then loosened it, looking at the man striding towards him, dressed in a neat military uniform, walking in the wind and snow, his eyebrows and temples were dyed a little silvery white, and that man There seemed to be something reflected in the pair of eyes as deep as Tan, and he couldn't see clearly, but with steady steps, he gradually saw what was inside.

He smiled, and the people in those eyes smiled too.

"It's snowing so much, what are you doing out here?" He faintly sternly reprimanded, and the boss who is used to his subordinates is completely different.

Lin Jianbai put the coat on Shen Mo's body, tightened the collar a little, and put the scarf in his hand tightly, and then put his two hands in his palms to cover them.

Leaning forward, leaning against Lin Jianbai silently, looking over his broad shoulders to see the heavy snow in the sky, "General, I want to go home for a few days."

Seeing that Lin Jianbai didn't give a reply, the corner of Shen Mo's mouth moved, and he leaned over to touch him lightly on the face.

"I'm not Lin Xue, and I don't need you to support me."

The cold wind seemed to be colder than before, brushing against the cheeks, a bit bone-piercing cold, Lin Jianbai stretched out his hand to embrace Silence in his arms, tightened his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Is it still cold? Do you feel anything?" uncomfortable?"

Every time, the other party deliberately avoided certain practical issues between the two of them, and the silent tone was sharp, calling out his name for the first time, "Lin Jianbai."

Lin Jianbai's thin lips curled up slightly, and Lin Jianbai raised his eyebrows with a happy arc, "Remember to call it like this from now on."

Mu Mo's bones all over his body ached from being strangled by him, the heartbeat in his ears was clear and powerful, and the temperature transmitted through his clothes brought him a lot of warmth, and with each breath, a certain part of his body gradually reacted.

And the thing against him in the trousers visibly hardened, and there was a forbearance voice in his ear, slightly hoarse, "Don't move."

Shen Mo shrugged his shoulders and leaned into his arms with a chuckle. He said, "I don't move, but the thing under you keeps moving." After speaking, he put his hand into Lin Jianbai's military trousers, and found his familiar pants. Sensitive, slowly rubbing and stroking.

Lin Jianbai took a deep breath, turned sideways to block the wind and snow for Shen Mo, hugged him in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then kissed his lips.

Under the wide and solid coat, warmth is dependent.

The next day Lin Jianbai ordered someone to send Mo Mo back to Lu's house. The snow had stopped, but it started to rain heavily.

Standing at the gate of the General's Mansion and looking at the car that disappeared from sight, he squinted his eyes, knowing the unfathomable, "The old nuns in the nunnery can't leave any traces, clean them up."

"Yes." The adjutant swallowed and said hesitantly, "General, if Mr. Lu knows..."

"Will he know?" Lin Jian raised his eyebrows with a murderous look.

The adjutant's face tightened, and he snapped a military salute, "This subordinate guarantees with his life, Mr. Lu will never know."

Silently returned to Lu's house, there was not as much sadness as imagined, Lu Zhixing was much older, Lu Yu was wearing a plain white cheongsam, with faint red bloodshot eyes remaining, she was quite haggard, and Bai Mudan was the same, but she The face is still charming.

Lu Xiayu's mourning hall was decorated very simply, and all the people who came to attend the ceremony were business partners of the Lu family and several big families in Shanghai.

On the day of the funeral, it snowed heavily again, and a long procession started from Lu's house. The scattered paper money was whiter than those snowflakes, covering the street when we came.

The sudden death of Lu Xiayu made Shen Mo a little clearer. The Lu family, or the big Chinese families in this era, can sometimes be measured by things.

On New Year's Eve 26, Mo Mo comforted Mrs. Lu, and chatted with Bai Mudan for a while, he went into the study, looked at Lu Zhixing who was at the desk with deeply furrowed eyebrows, "Father."

Taking off the glasses on his nose, Lu Zhixing sighed, "Qiu Feng, I shouldn't want to involve you in this matter, but sooner or later the Lu family will be yours. I discussed it with your mother many times, and finally decided to let you do it." Make this decision."

"Did something happen?" Silently asked.

"Several cargo ships have encountered big waves this time, and the losses are too great." Lu Zhixing said in a deep voice, "There are only two people in Shanghai who can help our Lu family to tide over the difficulties, Rong Si from Paramount and the warlord Lin Jianbai."

Silence raised an eyebrow imperceptibly, but said nothing.

"Rong Si doesn't have much contact with the Lu family, but Lin Jianbai is different. He never gives face to others, but he is the only exception to you, which shows how important Lin Xue is to him." Lu Zhixing picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea, "I plan to talk to you Your mother will prepare a big gift in the past two days and go to the general's mansion to find out."

Seeming to understand something, Shen Mo lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Father, this matter is not right."

"Isn't it right?" Lu Zhixing frowned, and sighed again, "Qiufeng, I also know that you have stayed abroad and advocated free love, but when you were born in Lu's family, many things happened beyond your control, if Lin Jianbai also meant that Matching you and Lin Xue, that would be for our Lu family..."

There was a smile on the corner of Shen Mo's mouth, "If you want to marry him, you don't have to marry Lin Xue."