Mu Feng was still silent, if he could, he really wanted to be silent, but could he really be silent?

"So, I'm going to let go, she shouldn't love me, I shouldn't love her, it's torture. Li Fusheng said as if comforting himself.

"Those who say to let go are the people who can't let go the most, floating life, this person has entered the heart, and he can't take it out for a lifetime, now it's better to think about it than to sigh here, how to keep her from falling into this stormy wave. Mu Feng finally spoke, of course, this first sentence is very realistic, extremely realistic.

Li Fusheng shook his head slightly and said: "She has already danced, I have chased her for twenty-five years without chasing, this time, I still can't touch her, so it's time to give an explanation to this long relationship." ”

Mu Feng sighed and didn't say anything more, he felt that no matter how enlightened, Li Fusheng would enter a dead cycle, and the source of this dead cycle was that Li Fusheng loved this woman deeply, nothing more.

Since ancient times, there have been many examples of heroes sad to pass the beauty pass, although Li Fusheng is not that hero, and Guo Yinling is not that beauty, but at least at this moment, Mu Feng has a little empathy for the princes of the Beacon Opera, maybe it is just a story of a man who loves a woman too much, it is as simple as that, of course, blind love, in the eyes of outsiders, is just a joke.

"Uncle Mu, I love her. ”

Li Fusheng suddenly said this.

Mu Feng's huge body was shaken by this trembling sentence, goosebumps stretched all the way down his back, he slowly turned his face to look at Li Fusheng beside him, and found that Li Fusheng was already full of tears.

"I know, everybody knows, and she knows. Mu Feng said silently, he felt that this story could end here, let this woman marry this man, and then spend her life in poverty, but this story is far from over.

"I want the whole capital to know that Li Fusheng has only loved her in his life, and I want this butterfly to fly across the sea. Li Fusheng said, with a somewhat choked tone, but full of firmness, so firm that people could not raise any subtle doubts in their hearts.

Mu Feng stopped talking and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't choose to speak, just nodded silently and said, "Yes, this butterfly may have flown across the sea." ”

Li Fusheng also nodded, he knew that maybe this was just Mu Feng's comfort, but he still slowly clenched his fists, as if he absolutely believed all this.

This night.

There are still two days left until that wedding.

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The rain scattered on the eaves of an alley on Nangulou Street, making a very dull sound, and in this dark alley, two small red dots lit up in front of the roller shutter door.

Ma Xingtian, who was already rickety, was squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette, like a little old man, and Luo Cheng was also leaning on the roller shutter door to swallow clouds and spitting fog, looking at this burst of rain and sadness, that indifferent look did not look like a terminally ill patient at all.

"Your illness, does it affect your work?" Ma Zhutian flicked the cigarette butt into the rain curtain, looked at Luo Cheng who was hurriedly summoned by him and said, this middle-aged man who discarded his conscience at the first moment he stepped into this river and lake twenty years ago seemed to have a little pity in his eyes, and said something unpleasant, for Ma Zhutian, Luo Cheng was already a dead man, so he had great respect for Luo Cheng in line with the saying that the dead are the greatest.

Luo Cheng understood too much what was in Ma Xutian's eyes, but he was not moved by it in the slightest, and his emotional nerves seemed to be so numb that he couldn't even make any waves of his death, which made him lose his joys, sorrows, and sorrows as a normal person for a while.

"It's fine now, but it won't be going to be in a few days. Luo Cheng said in a calm tone.

Ma Xiangtian nodded after listening, as if he was accustomed to Luo Cheng's absolute indifference, he lit a cigarette again, and took a big gulp, like a starving ghost.

"What's the matter with coming out of me so late?" Luo Cheng took out the cigarette case again from his wet shirt after popping out the cigarette butt after smoking this cigarette, but when he saw this box of cigarettes, he thought of something, and felt a little annoyed, and slowly clutched the box of cigarettes into a ball, and threw it out like this.

"See the big boss, that is, she paid us to do this kind of thing. Ma Zhutian did not shy away from saying, after all, no one would beware of a dead person.

Luo Cheng couldn't help frowning after hearing this, because this job was completely different from what he had done in the past, first he saw the behind-the-scenes liaison Ma Zhutian, and then he wanted to see this mysterious big boss, through the appearance of Ma Zhutian, he could also feel that the origin of this main master was not simple.

This increasingly complicated situation did not make Luo Cheng's head bigger, but made him feel that this was the providence in the dark, not fast or slow, and he happened to be caught up by him.

If all this is his life, Luo Cheng thought about it and admitted it, but there was only one thing he couldn't let go, or didn't dare to face, of course, it was the real reason why he took this order.

"Beforehand, I want to be able to see the money. Luo Cheng added, since Ma Zhutian has long been out of accordance with the rules, then he will not follow the rules in this river and lake, of course, the rules have no meaning to him.

After hearing this, Ma Gotian looked puzzled, thought for a while and asked cautiously: "Do you still have relatives?"

"There's another one. Luo Cheng said.

"That's it, I'll give it all to you at once beforehand. After Ma Gotian listened, this greasy middle-aged man agreed very boldly, perhaps because he felt such a heroism from Luo Cheng's words.

Luo Cheng nodded slightly, he also believed in the credibility of Ma Zhutian, after all, he had been working under this guy for two years, and he really didn't understand the word money, of course, everything was because of money.

"Brother, to be honest, it's a pity, in this regard, you are very talented, you just didn't come at the right time. Ma Guotian said with a sad face, with a sad face, as if it was not Luo Cheng who was terminally ill, but himself.

Luo Cheng listened, but there was no wave in his heart, but he said very lightly: "I have done too many sins in my life, and I have too much blood on my hands, and there is such an end, it is all retribution, at least this God still has time to open his eyes." ”