bullets and roses

"Mr. Gu, if you keep following, you might be discovered..." The assistant stared at the new car ahead that was speeding up faster and faster. It was the car that Gong Yuyang just picked up today.

It is estimated that the other party has already noticed it, so the speed of the car will become faster and faster.

But fortunately, the driver is also a veteran, and it is not easy to be spotted when shuttling between traffic.

Gu Zhubai didn't speak, just stared at the car in front with a good look.

What was going back and forth in his mind was the moment when Luo Muxiao took the initiative to hug Gong Yuyang just now.

If possible, he wished to leave behind the places where Gong Yuyang was touched by Luo Muxiao.

He has always cared about Gong Yuyang, even not long after he married Luo Muxiao.

In fact, it wasn't entirely to make Luo Muxiao misunderstand him—he had selfish intentions.

He really didn't like Gong Yuyang.

It's just that Gu Zhubai didn't expect that by the time he realized it, it would be too late. If the person standing beside Luo Muxiao in an upright manner would be Gong Yuyang.

He clearly knew that Gong Yuyang liked him, yet he was still so close to him - based on Gu Zhubai's understanding of him, he could imagine that if Gong Yuyang continued to stalk him, there was a certain chance that Luo Muxiao would be with him.

What's more - is it possible that Luo Muxiao likes Gong Yuyang?

Even if there is no love of love, there must be love between friends, otherwise they would not be friends for so many years.

There was a stabbing pain in the palm of his hand, Gu Zhubai let go of his hand abruptly, and his fingernails dug out a crescent-like bloodstain in the middle of the open palm. Erase it, but not long after, more blood spilled out.

It is said that the authorities are obsessed, the assistant sat silently in the front row, and kept looking at Gu Zhubai's expression out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know what was going on in Gu Zhubai's mind. He just ran into Luo Muxiao and was careful everywhere - he knew that what happened back then might have nothing to do with the Luo family, so how could he still sit still?

No, it's not considered to be able to sit still, obviously a little timid, not daring to appear directly in front of Luo Muxiao.

The assistant let out a long sigh—it's really hard to be the assistant of the golden king!

After getting out of the car, Gong Yuyang said, "Do you feel it?"

"what?"

"Someone has been following us just now." Gong Yuyang said, "I don't know if it's my illusion—that car is quite cunning, it has been shuttling through the traffic, and I didn't see the license plate number, I just knew it was a car. Black."

"What car?"

"That model...it should be," Gong Yuyang thought for a while, and said, "Land Rover."

Luo Muxiao's movement of opening the door stopped, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the parking space - it was empty and there was nothing there.

The Land Rover hadn't been in for days.

When he saw that there was no parking there on the first day, Luo Muxiao felt that he must have thought too much, guessing that he was indeed waiting for someone else's car.

But hearing Gong Yuyang's words at this moment, the speculation in Luo Muxiao's heart began to magnify rapidly again, and a certain face flashed in his mind instantly.Luo Muxiao's heart even made a clear "dong".

"What's the matter with you?" Gong Yuyang asked while pushing the door.

Luo Muxiao lowered his eyes: "It's nothing."

In the afternoon Zou Feifei sold another painting, and at a good price, Luo Muxiao was quite happy for her, but Zou Feifei said it was because of the good marketing.

After some research, I found out that the boss is looking for a marketing account to promote their studio recently. There is a fatal forum where thousands of stories of high-rise buildings are piled up, and there are people who have bought it to testify (in fact, few of them have actually bought it). In a word, Because of this floor, the studio has recently received a lot of online orders.

Zou Feifei also said that someone will come to the store to choose paintings tomorrow.

Luo Muxiao comforted her: "Originally you are good at painting. If you are not good at painting, no one will buy it even if you do a good job in marketing. Consumers are not fools, do you think so?"

"It is."

"Marketing is just a means of exposure. In the final analysis, it still depends on strength."

"Well, I've decided!" Zou Feifei became passionate again because of Luo Muxiao's words. Who bought it?"

Luo Muxiao was also a little more excited because of Zou Feifei's enthusiasm, and he didn't refuse. The two really didn't say a word all afternoon, just drawing there.

But Luo Muxiao is very particular about inspiration when drawing, so he painted a piece of rubbish that he thought was unrefined in one afternoon.

Zou Feifei walked in a skillful way, and his level was the same as before, and he performed as usual.

She finished, seeing that Luo Muxiao hadn't started yet, and there was a large piece of paper piled on the ground, she said, "It seems that you are an inspiration."

Luo Muxiao smiled wryly.

"But you are so easy to get angry." Zou Feifei said, "Don't give up."

Luo Muxiao seems to be like this when he thinks about everything he does, either he doesn't start, or he doesn't want to end at the beginning - so he didn't go when Zou Feifei called him to eat.

Even after Zou Feifei got off work and left, he still didn't get off work.

The studio lights were on all night.

The Land Rover outside also parked overnight.

At five o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Luo Muxiao finished his painting, hung it in the hall, and yawned, only to feel that his stomach was so empty that it was very uncomfortable.

There was nothing to eat in the studio, so I thought about going out to buy some food. I happened to turn right when I went out and there was a 24-hour convenience store, so I closed the door a little to look for food.

When passing the parking space, he vaguely saw the Land Rover parked there again.

Luo Muxiao froze for a moment—maybe that moment was driven by curiosity, or maybe it was an invisible temptation, in short, he walked towards the Land Rover.

Luo Muxiao couldn't see the people inside clearly through the car window, but standing on the windshield in front, he could see that the people in the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat had already fallen asleep lying down where they could lie down in front .

And a man sat in the back row.

He turned his face.

Although more than half was blocked by the seat, Luo Muxiao recognized him at a glance with the familiar arc of the jaw.

He hadn't been wrong to be skeptical these days.

It was really Gu Zhubai.

Luo Muxiao doesn't know what's the point of Gu Zhubai still guarding him now - he even finds it very annoying.

He is already planning to start a new life, and has nothing to do with him, Gu Zhubai. Isn't this what Gu Zhubai wanted most in the past, but why now, the person who can't let go has become him, Gu Zhubai? ?

Perhaps sensing the sight, Gu Zhubai showed signs of waking up, and Luo Muxiao dodged subconsciously.

He turned around and quickened his pace towards the convenience store.