Long Yutian couldn't help but be a little surprised, it was the first time he had seen her cry like this for so many years.

He hurriedly turned around, grabbed her shoulders tightly with both hands, turned her body around, made her face him, frowned slightly, and said, "Are you so unconfident in our son?" ”

Feng Jiu looked up at Long Yutian slightly, and said with a slight choked voice: "Don't you see that Shaoting is really sad?" I'm worried...... He won't be able to bear ......"

Hearing this, Long Yutian suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he said lightly: "I still choose to believe him, the men of our Long family will not be so cowardly." ”

Feng Jiu looked at him quietly, suddenly lowered his head and wiped his tears, then slowly leaned on Long Yutian's body, hugged Long Yutian's still thin and straight waist tightly, and buried his face deep in his still muscular and strong chest.

Long Yutian was stunned, and immediately hugged her tightly.

The wind and rain outside the window are frenzied, just like the mood of the two of them at this moment, complicated and indescribable.

So, they didn't speak, just hugged each other quietly.

After a long time, Feng Jiu suddenly sighed and said: "Actually, I am very happy, our son is very similar to you, he is a good man who is responsible, responsible, affectionate and righteous." ”

When Long Yutian heard this, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, and said with a low smile: "Can I understand that you are praising me in disguise?" ”

Feng Jiu finally couldn't help laughing silently, and after laughing, his face suddenly turned pale, he thought for a moment, raised his head and said to Long Yutian seriously: "Ah Yu, I want to meet Gu Mengmeng, and the bell must be tied to the bell, and now, I am afraid that only Gu Mengmeng's words can enter Shaoting's heart." ”

Long Yutian thought for a while, nodded and said, "It makes sense, wait for tomorrow, I'll ask someone to arrange it for you." ”

Feng Jiu said without thinking: "No, I want to go now." ”

Long Yutian raised his eyebrows, sighed helplessly, and said, "Okay, I'll arrange it for you now." ”

……

……

Wind and rain.

Long Shaoting stood under the big tree on the side of the road, looking at the detention center opposite with a stunned look.

The old ghost was wearing a black raincoat, standing silently like a shadow in the darkness behind Long Shaoting, holding a black umbrella high in his right hand, firmly propped on top of Long Shaoting's head.

"Young master, go back, you'll get sick like this." The old ghost's slender face was expressionless as usual, but there was a trace of worry in his voice.

Long Shaoting stared at the detention center without blinking, and said slowly: "Uncle Ghost, you really refuse to help me?" ”

The old ghost was silent for a moment and said, "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't." ”

When Long Shaoting heard this, his voice suddenly turned cold, "Since this is the case, you don't follow me anymore, in the future, whether I am dead or alive has nothing to do with you." ”

The old ghost hesitated for a moment, and said, "Young master, don't say that, you should trust Your Highness and Madame, they did it all for your ......."

"You don't have to say any more." Long Shaoting interrupted him coldly, suddenly turned to look at him and said, "Since you can't help me, then don't worry about me, I warn you, don't follow me anymore, otherwise, don't blame me for being polite." ”

With that, Long Shaoting turned around and walked into the wind and rain.

The old ghost was about to keep up, when he suddenly saw an invisible silver flash in the messy rain in front of him.

The old ghost's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly tilted his head, and almost at the same time, a silver ray as thin as a hair brushed the tip of his nose and passed silently.