bullets and roses

Luo Muxiao's mood became very good. Regardless of Gong Yuyang's obstruction, he drank all of Guan Yu's glass of wine. It didn't take long before he got on his face. His face was burned red. He already had red lips and white teeth. The lighting is even more inexplicable.

Luo Muxiao himself didn't notice anything yet, he was already being watched by several passers-by, but Gong Yuyang and Guan Yu didn't dare to go forward because there were still Gong Yuyang and Guan Yu here.

Gong Yuyang couldn't stop Luo Muxiao, he seemed to have gone mad after drinking, he swung his body and swayed into the dance floor, he quickly flashed into the crowd by himself like a slippery fish, Gong Yuyang couldn't even see him silhouette.

"What are you worried about?" Guan Yu said, "What can happen to such a big man? Besides, Mu Xiao wants to drink some wine, can we really stop him?"

Gong Yuyang sat down with his mouth curled up, and took two sips of Luo Muxiao's orange juice.

The figures on the dance floor were blurry, swaying back and forth in front of Luo Muxiao's eyes, the stripper in the center of the stage was covered with only a few sheets of cloth, and the booing and screaming finally showed a little bit, Luo Muxiao swayed his buttocks to the music, After a while, he felt something hard poked on his buttocks.

His mind was confused, and when he turned his head and saw a pair of greasy eyes, the man asked in a low voice, "Let's go?"

"Go to your mother!" Luo Muxiao, who realized what this man meant, exploded in an instant, kicked the man's heart with a "bang", then moved his toe down and stomped on something hard.

The man who molested him let out a scream, and a large open space suddenly spread out around him.

"What's going on!" Someone pushed through the crowd and walked in, "Old Lin! Fuck, you dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head!"

Someone pulled Luo Muxiao's arm and threw him to the ground. Luo Muxiao was in pain so much that tears flowed out. He was naturally more afraid of pain than others, and when he sat down on his butt, he felt that his butt was not his own.

The scene immediately became chaotic, the group of people may have surrounded Luo Muxiao in order to recover the situation, the air became extremely turbid, Luo Muxiao was holding his heart and was a little out of breath.

Gong Yuyang and Guan Yu finally ran over to help him up. Before he could speak, Luo Muxiao turned pale and began to pant like a dying fish.

"Where's the medicine?!" Gong Yuyang touched his whole body but found no medicine.

Luo Muxiao shook his head with difficulty, he didn't bring any medicine with him when he went out today, who would have thought that asthma, which he hadn't suffered for four or five years, would actually develop today.

Luo Muxiao pinched Gong Yuyang's hand, his eyes went dark, but he subconsciously asked, "Where's Gu Zhubai?"

"When the hell is Gu Zhubai still here!" Gong Yuyang was punched to the ground by the opponent's hand, and let out a scream.

The scene was very chaotic for a time, the beer bottle spat on the floor, and Gong Yuyang was covered with blood, but those few people didn't please them, just kidding, Gong Yuyang was a school bully back then, and he was in charge of Luo Muxiao since he was a child protect.

Guan Yu held Luo Muxiao in his arms and called Gu Zhubai. Both of them were pinched before, and Gu Zhubai picked up the last one.

"What's wrong?" His tone was indifferent.

Guan Yu said urgently: "I'm Guan Yu, Mr. Gu, we were at the bar with Luo Muxiao, he fell ill."

"What disease?"

"Asthma." Guan Yuhan panicked, "He still has asthma, I didn't know it before."

"I see."

The other end of the phone hung up, Guan Yu stared dumbfounded at the blacked-out phone screen, and looked at Luo Muxiao.

Luo Muxiao breathed heavily, his eyes inevitably showed some disappointment.

Guan Yu ran to the pharmacy not far from the bar to buy medicine. Fortunately, Luo Muxiao's asthma was not serious and he recovered quickly, but the scene was chaotic and scary.

Gong Yuyang's arm was still bleeding, Luo Muxiao sat beside him and said "I'm sorry".

Gong Yuyang stroked his head.

Gu Zhubai came here at this time. The man was wearing a complete suit, his expression was slightly indifferent, and a little impatience could be seen faintly in his eyes. The crowd consciously made way to the two sides, and the owner of the bar followed him. Behind him was explaining something softly, but he didn't seem to listen to a word.

Gu Zhubai's wheelchair stopped in front of Luo Muxiao, he stretched out his hand and said, "Come here."

Gong Yuyang pulled Luo Muxiao, as if he wanted to stop him from getting up, but he didn't.

Luo Muxiao walked over, inexplicably feeling guilty.

"Asthma?" Gu Zhubai asked him.

"Yeah." Luo Muxiao lowered his head, and kept sweeping at Gu Zhubai from the corner of his eye.

Gu Zhubai asked again: "Are there any other problems?"

"No."

Gu Zhubai looked relieved, but his expression became a little colder: "Who hit you?"

Luo Muxiao's face had abrasions, a small scratch, and mist in his eyes, he looked pitiful, as if he had been greatly wronged.

He thought that Gu Zhubai didn't care about him at all.Obviously he cares.

Gu Zhubai's eyes swept over the people present, no one dared to look at him, only Gong Yuyang pointed to the person lying on the ground not far away with his toes, and added by the way: "Not only hit, but also touched Woolen cloth."

Gu Zhubai's lips instantly tensed into a straight line.He raised his hand, slowly unbuttoned his cuff buttons, rolled up his sleeves, and went to the greasy man in a wheelchair.

Although the man was paralyzed on the ground and didn't have the strength and energy to move anymore, he still cursed desperately after seeing this scene: "What's wrong with me, a cripple—"

With a "bang", a wine bottle suddenly hit the man's forehead, and the blood flowed down his forehead, making the man's eyes lose focus.

Instead, Gu Zhubai froze in mid-air, looked sideways at Luo Muxiao, his eyes moved slightly.

There were two small flames in Luo Muxiao's eyes, and there was another beer bottle that hadn't been smashed down, and he cursed angrily: "You are the fucking cripple, if you are not crippled, I will beat you into a cripple! No! So talk about Gu Zhubai!" He was about to smash another bottle down as he spoke.

The beer was about to hit the man's head, but Gu Zhubai suddenly grabbed his wrist. He took off the beer bottle and threw it aside, saying, "Sit aside."

"He scolded you!" Luo Muxiao stared angrily.

"I'll solve it myself." Gu Zhubai didn't look into his eyes—probably because those eyes were too clean, so pure that there was no trace of impurities, and people would have other thoughts when they looked at them, so he didn't dare to look.

Luo Muxiao snorted and took a step back.

Although Gu Zhubai can't use his legs, but his status is good, he just winked a little, and the bodyguards who followed behind him cut through the crowd and came up, and the greasy man was beaten until he was angry He didn't let out his breath, his ribs snapped, and he watched Gu Zhubai's eyes while beating him, feeling scared in his heart that he might really kill someone, but Gu Zhubai never called to stop.

Guan Yu had a very painful toothache and said: "This hurts so much, it's crackling."

Gong Yuyang didn't kill him, but Gu Zhubai didn't show mercy, and he didn't care if his behavior would make headlines tomorrow. He didn't treat that person as a living person until the other party was only angry but not inward. Only then nodded expressionlessly, motioning for the person to step back.

"Mr. Gu, why are you..." Someone asked in a low voice.

"Send it to the hospital." Gu Zhubai said, "I will charge the expenses."

Luo Muxiao snorted and said: "No! He caused me to suffer from asthma and almost died, so don't pay him the medical expenses!" Then he stared at Gu Zhubai with a displeased look on his face.

"Why do you look at me like that?" Gu Zhubai ignored his words and said, "Come here, go home."

Just because of the word "family", all the unhappiness in Luo Muxiao's heart disappeared instantly. He and Gu Zhubai have a home together, which makes people feel warm in their hearts when they think about it.

Luo Muxiao once again ran up to see his friends, and followed Gu Zhubai away.

It wasn't until he got home that Gu Zhubai slowly took off his suit jacket and said to him, "Don't contact your cronies in the future."

"It's not friends..." Luo Muxiao retorted weakly, "Gong Yuyang was born to me, we both grew up wearing a pair of pants."

Gu Zhubai looked at him with a half-smile: "Then you still want to wear his pants now?"

Luo Muxiao smiled foolishly: "Now he is around [-], and I'm only [-]. How can I fit his pants?"

Gu Zhubai looked at him: "Do you really want to wear it?"

"...No, I'm not." Luo Muxiao quickly shook his head in denial, staring at Gu Zhubai's exquisite and perfect face, suddenly realized something, and blurted out, "Gu Zhubai, you're jealous, that's why you don't like me." Do you like me getting too close to Gong Yuyang?"

He looked at him expectantly.

Gu Zhubai paused, then smiled suddenly, with a tone of disbelief: "You are really as narcissistic as ever."

"How could I? You're just jealous."

"Whatever you want," Gu Zhubai said, but still explained, "I just don't want to deal with your mess, if something happens, can your Luo family let me go?"

"My parents are not as bad as you said." Luo Muxiao leaned forward, squatted down in front of Gu Zhubai, buried his head between his legs and rubbed it lightly, two or three strands of hair curled up, "I don't care, you are just jealous. You are with me."

Gu Zhubai didn't speak, just frowned and looked at the two or three hairs on his head, thinking about something in his eyes.

He patted Luo Muxiao: "From now on, you are not allowed to go out without my consent."

"So tough!" Luo Muxiao suddenly raised his head, looked at him with sparkling eyes, and said, "I like it so much!"

Gu Zhubai: "..."

Sometimes he really doesn't understand Luo Muxiao very well. This kid seems to live in a fairy tale forever, which makes people can't bear to expose it.But he himself doesn't know what kind of bloody facts lie behind his fairy tale world, they are all beautiful made of blood.

Sometimes Gu Zhubai looked at his pure eyes and wondered whether he really didn't know, or pretended not to know.

But he couldn't see anything, and after looking at it for a long time, he would feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Luo Muxiao seemed to be completely different from all of them, he was too unlike the Luo family, and he was too well protected.