What Ling Shang tore apart was the IOU written by the person in front of him that day.

He was so childish to carry this handwriting in his arms all the time, and to deceive himself as if he regarded such an insignificant little thing between the two as such a profound bond, it was funny to think about it.

Because he couldn't figure out what else could make him have any more connection with this guy.

Therefore, Ling Shang actually didn't want Ye Mushen to honor this IOU too early.

No matter how small the bond is, it is better than the real two who do not owe each other......

However, after severing this only connection on his own, Ling Shang felt that he had gained some kind of relief.

As night fell, lanterns lit up on the side of the road, and the figures of the two stretched long on the gray ground.

Ling Shang smiled with relief, "If you have the opportunity, it's not bad to become a monk." ”

Ye Mushen had mixed feelings in his heart, and he said after a long time, "You are different from Tianqiu; If you are a monk, you will not drink alcohol...... I won't fill you with two more drinks tonight, and I won't be able to say anything. ”

Ling Shang didn't say anything more, walked into the wine shop with his head slightly down, and sat down in a remote corner.

Ye Mushen drank a small half pot of wine, and he didn't see Ling Shang sip the second half of the glass.

Looking at Ling Shang's moist and red lips, Ye Mushen was a little unwilling.

What a beautiful woman, why can't she think of becoming a monk......

When you are really abandoned by your wife, your heart is like ashes?

No, no, no, it's because he always owes favors to others, and he knows that he can't get back his roots in this life, so the four major surveys of the red dust are empty?

Ling Shang knew that Ye Mushen had been frightened by Hua Yao for the past few days, and he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep and eat, so he naturally had to drink enough at this time before he was willing to stop.

He's never liked to drink, and he didn't bother paying attention to this guy at the moment.

Ye Mu Shen likes to drink, and he doesn't care about his body that he injured when he drank in his early years...... Then it's up to him.

The person who should be taken care of is still him Ling Shang himself.

Seeing and listening to all directions, I heard a lot of news from the mouths of the surrounding drinkers.

A big family like Chivalry Hall, Ling Shang also asked him for some help after returning to the Central Plains.

In my impression, although the rules of each rudder are a little different, they will not violate the word "chivalrous".

Then why was Mo Yun bought and sold by them as an item, and faced such a horrific burning at the stake?

Most of the people in the liquor store are boastful and untrustworthy.

Ling Shang heard it, and could only piece together four or five percent of the cause and effect.

After all, Mu Shen has been taking care of Hua Yao these days, why didn't he forget to sleep and eat to heal her?

I couldn't help but lower my long eyelashes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

This smile is another taste in Ye Mushen's eyes.

Drinking so much that his stomach was burning, his eyes were confused, and the person opposite looked excited, and Ye Mushen felt more and more tasteless that the wine in the cup was tasteless, so he simply stopped drinking.

Ling Shang settled the bill, returned to his secluded courtyard, and went back to the house to start packing his bags.

He was indeed a little worried about Mo Yun.

However, if something really happened to Mo Yun, wouldn't it be a blessing for him?

After all, the person who committed the poison was not himself, so he naturally did not feel any guilt.

The turmoil in Mo Yuanhe's case has subsided, and dissidents in the DPRK and China have almost been eradicated.

When you go back at this time, instead of being blamed again, you will be regarded as a savior.

Besides, in the current situation, Song Xiaomin and Ye Mutao don't seem to be able to cope with it.

Ling Shang sighed softly, the back of his hand touched his forehead, and his dark eyes were full of exhaustion.

There was a slight knock on the door.