In the villa, there was a scream of asking water, Xiao Mohan heard it, he walked out of the study, returned to the bedroom, and saw that Gu Chuyan was already asleep, and the books in his arms fell off the bed with her turning over.

"Bang" Xiao Mohan strode forward and reached out to catch the book, afraid that the book would wake her up.

He looked down at the cover of the book and saw that it was related to medical drugs. Xiao Mohan was a little surprised, he flipped through it casually, only to see her bookmark sandwiched on that page.

"A rare incurable disease, a legendary illness of family curses. Xiao Mohan looked at these contents, he put the book on the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at her sleeping little face, and whispered: "Chuchu, don't worry, I'll be fine." ”

Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand, his fingertips fell on her long hair, and stroked it lovingly.

He would never leave her alone, the world was too complicated, Gu Chuyan was too simple, and her heart was suddenly bullied! He just wanted her to be strong, so that no matter what happened in the future, no one would dare to touch her again.

In the dead of night, in a courtyard in Jincheng

In the antique attic, Zhuo Song sat there alone, looking at the night of Jincheng, he reached out and touched his lips, and looked down at his fingertips.

"A woman's lips are actually sweet?" Zhuo Song whispered, the man's deep dark eyes narrowed slightly, bursting out with some kind of complicated expression.

Because the family is ancient, the thinking is particularly traditional, Xiao Mohan, Zhuo Song, Wenshui, Han Changqing and others have never been in love with a woman, and even have very little contact.

Zhuo Song suddenly found that MS is quite good for this kind of work of kissing women.

(PS: The author wants to explain that the constant saying ms=looks!) is what it means.) And the sm = ***** mentioned in the first few chapters is the **** of men and women, who like to find radical means to reach a high level.. The meaning of tide, cough, the two are different ha. ）

"Young Master. At this moment, a figure appeared in the shadows.

Zhuo Song heard his voice, looked up at him, poured a glass of red wine and shook it a few times, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"

"Young master, the master is afraid that you are in danger in Jincheng, so he specially sent me to protect you. The man whispered.

Zhuo Song listened, he stood up, walked towards his subordinates, and whispered, "Xiao Jiajun's people are here, do you know?"

"He, he's coming?" The subordinates listened, instantly stammered, looked at Zhuo Song in disbelief, took a few steps back, and were a little frightened.

"Well, you see. Zhuo raised his chin and looked behind him.

"Boom" his subordinates listened, turned around and was about to run, when he saw someone rushing towards him, two black shadows were in a ball, Zhuo Song stood in the attic, watching this scene.

"The president has been idle lately, and I hope he won't be too idle. Otherwise, wouldn't the Hei family's salary be taken for nothing?" Zhuo Song's cold voice reached their ears from the wind.

The two black shadows were stunned for a moment, looked at each other instantly, and quickly disappeared from his sight.

Zhuo Song took the wine bottle, walked down slowly, and returned to the study, he sat down on the chair, took out a paintbrush, and traced the figure on the white paper.

His fingertips suddenly paused, turned around and walked to the window, looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and said in a deep voice, "Could it be that I am wrong?"

Are human lips sweet?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Song turned around and walked out with his coat, his steps were very anxious.

Zhuo Song's tall figure walked out, his handsome face flashed an inexplicable smile, and he drove a Mercedes-Benz towards the outside, disappearing into the night.

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