bullets and roses

Luo Muxiao bought a lot of daily necessities in the supermarket, packed them all into a cardboard box, and borrowed her little e-Donkey from Zou Feifei after sealing it.

Zou Feifei said while eating potato chips: "I'm afraid my eDonkey can't bear such a big box."

"Let's just say whether to borrow it or not." Luo Muxiao ate a few pieces of potato chips in her hand, chewing them crunchily, "A girl who usually looks generous, why is she so stingy at this time?"

Zou Feifei rolled his eyes at him: "Who said I won't lend you any more? I just want to remind you, it's possible that the eDonkey won't be able to move this thing if you put it on. Where are you going after you buy so many things?"

Luo Muxiao paused for a moment before saying: "Go to prison."

Luo Muxiao thought about whether to tell Yu Meifeng about this matter.

But he also felt that maybe Yu Meifeng knew about it—Luo Jianhua didn't cheat, he just didn't settle the previous matter well. Thinking about it this way, Luo Jianhua is not only the perpetrator, but also the victim?

In this inexplicable disintegration, Luo Jianhua was right at the moment, and Yu Meifeng was even more right.

If you have to blame it, you have to blame Luo Jianhua back then.

Luo Muxiao picked up the phone several times and put it down again, but in the end he still didn't dial the number.

Giving the box he brought to the prison guards, Luo Muxiao followed all the way in, and finally met Luo Jianhua who had been waiting for a long time. He was a lot older, because he didn't have time to dye his hair, most of it turned gray, and the corners of his eyes There are also a lot of wrinkles.

Luo Muxiao stood for a while, then mustered up the courage to sit in front of Luo Jianhua.

It's just that there is still a thin layer of glass between them.

"Xiao Xiao..." Luo Jianhua called his name, "How are you doing?"

"Sorry……"

In Luo Jianhua's first sentence, he was still only concerned about his life, and he never defended himself.

"I'm sorry," Luo Muxiao sniffed, his eyes turned red, "Dad, I haven't come to see you recently."

"It's okay, I'm busy." Luo Jianhua smiled, "Is Gu Zhubai treating you well?"

His world is still stuck in the words he came to tell him last time, without any change, Luo Muxiao seems to be back in a trance—the time when nothing happened.

Luo Muxiao paused for a moment, then said: "He is very kind to me, and I am also very good. Anyway, I live like that every day. And my mother..." Seeing Luo Jianhua's eyes light up, Luo Muxiao Cai smiled and continued, "My mother is doing well. She is now in business. Last time I called her, she said that the market was good and she made a lot of money."

"That's good." Luo Jianhua finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became a little more cheerful and comfortable, "I'm fine inside, so you don't have to worry about me. I'm an economic prisoner, and the treatment for economic criminals It won't be particularly bad, don't worry."

Luo Muxiao exchanged a few words with Luo Jianhua, and the time was up, Luo Muxiao stood outside the glass window, watching Luo Jianhua being pulled in by the ankle chain, he didn't say much, just looked back from time to time Luo Muxiao seemed a little bit reluctant.

Luo Muxiao then waved to him and said, "Dad, don't worry, we are all fine, you have to take care of yourself."

Luo Muxiao walked out of the prison in a daze, only to see a convertible Maserati parked next to it, which was particularly exaggerated in bright red.

Gong Yuyang was sitting on it with Erlang's legs crossed to play a game. He probably just hit a critical moment, and from time to time he uttered a dirty word in a low voice.

But even so, he was still distracted in the direction of the prison, and he found Luo Muxiao just two steps away, jumped out of the car while playing games, stood in front of Luo Muxiao, and said: "Wait Me 2 minutes - I got this sorted out."

Luo Muxiao was speechless: "Why are you here?"

"Come to pick you up." Gong Yuyang's fingers were still fluttering, staring at his mobile phone screen, "I went to the store to look for you, but Zou Feifei said you came to the prison, so I came here."

Luo Muxiao said: "...I can go back by myself."

"Looking for you to play at night." After finishing speaking, Gong Yuyang frowned and almost pierced the screen of the phone, and finally whispered after a while, turned off the phone and gave Luo Muxiao a big hug, "I'll take you to play something exciting at night." How about it?"

"What's exciting?"

"Drag racing?"

"No." Luo Muxiao patted his chest, and said, "I'm feeling sorry for my life now, I don't dare to play such an exciting project."

"It's not like you." Gong Yuyang touched his chin and said, "Didn't you like to challenge yourself the most before? Besides, your little heart is not so fragile."

Luo Muxiao said: "You should take me back to the store."

"Okay then, I'll take you to play something less exciting, is it over?"

"I'm going to work." Luo Muxiao sighed, "I go to work on a [-]-hour system, don't forget, the doors don't close until nine o'clock in the evening."

Gong Yuyang muttered in a low voice: "What's the broken work system and the [-]-hour system?"

Luo Muxiao glared at him.

Gong Yuyang immediately confessed: "Okay, okay, I won't go if I don't go. Then I'll wait for you to get off work in the studio, and then I'll have supper. Is that okay?"

Luo Muxiao patted his forehead, feeling a little helpless: "Gong Yuyang, why do you insist on pestering me? You? Don't you care about your own life? Didn't your aunt let you go on a blind date? How is your blind date going? Is it? Or you ask that girl out to watch a movie and sing or something?"

"Yo," Gong Yuyang smiled out of anger, and raised his brows slightly, "Are you... jealous?"

Luo Muxiao was a little embarrassed: "What are you talking about?"

Gong Yuyang pulled out the key, turned to look at Luo Muxiao, and said half-jokingly: "You are not jealous, why did you mention that girl all of a sudden. I have nothing to do with her, I just met her once, and I don't even have her phone number .”

Luo Muxiao said: "Tell it as if you can remember my number."

Gong Yuyang tapped the steering wheel with his fingers and recited Luo Muxiao's number.

Luo Muxiao: "...Being able to memorize the number doesn't mean anything."

"It doesn't mean anything?" Gong Yuyang's expression darkened for a moment, "It's okay, Xiao Xiao, I can wait."

Luo Muxiao realized that the topic might have turned to the direction he least wanted to discuss.He was a little flustered, and quickly cut off the conversation, "Send me back first, and we'll talk about it after I get back."

"You're running away." Gong Yuyang stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist, and said forcefully, "You know what I mean."

Luo Muxiao could only pretend to be stupid: "I don't know."

"I like you." Gong Yuyang said bluntly, "I grew up wearing open crotch pants with you. I can't see what you're thinking about? It's a pity that you can't tell that I'm thinking about something in my head." What, you probably can't guess when I started liking you."

Luo Muxiao became even more embarrassed, and didn't even dare to look Gong Yuyang in the eyes: "Gong Yuyang, we have been buddies for many years, you suddenly told me this, you are not embarrassed, I am embarrassed, let's be like before... "

"You don't need to give me an answer in a hurry," Gong Yuyang realized something, and interrupted him aloud, "I said it because I didn't want to leave any regrets, and I didn't want your answer. You can still treat me like a buddy, As long as you don't refuse me to appear by your side, don't worry, the relationship between us will not change much, but I will work hard from today on."

Luo Muxiao sighed: "How could you do this..."

It's like giving him a soft knife.

Gong Yuyang smiled: "I believe you won't be under pressure. Just accept my kindness to you as before, but it's changed from being a buddy to being someone who pursues you."

Luo Muxiao glared at him: "No. If you say something like this again, we won't contact you anymore."

Gong Yuyang shrugged and said nothing.