Two days on weekends, one day off.

Jiang Ruo didn't go anywhere, and took care of Wen Ran and Wen You with Wen Huai.

A family of four, happy and happy.

That night's phone call, as if it had never been called, sank into the sea, did not stir up a little wave.

On this evening of the weekend, there was a boxing match of Cen Mo.

The two brothers and sisters were taken to the palace by Empress Anxi, and for this reason, Jiang Ruo and Wen Huai also had time to cheer for Cen Mo.

The boxing ring is mostly a paradise for strong men, rough men, and men.

All the men smoked cigarettes, making the atmosphere smoky and foggy.

In the huge arena, everyone gathered, bathed in shouting and cheering, but also watered with gambling and betting.

At this time, the fight in the ring is inextricable, and the two fighters are pulling wildly on the edge of life and death.

Offstage, the exclamations continued.

Jiang Ruo sat beside Wen Huai, was held in his arms, and patiently explained boxing knowledge to her.

When she saw Cen Mo fighting hard in the boxing ring, it was like seeing Jiang Huai who was bleeding and sweating.

In the past, Wen Huai boxed like this to support her.

It's very hard.

Particularly tired.

It's all hard-earned money.

Very hard-won.

Jiang Ruo suddenly kissed Wen Huai's face, "Brother Ahuai, thank you for your hard work."

I've raised her for ten years.

Wen Huai kissed her back and said, "Cen Mo has learned a lot in the past two years, and he is a talent that can be cultivated."

It's not good at all.

I always think about Jiang Ruo.

On the stage, Cen Mo beat his opponent to the ground.

The strong man was punched in the face by Cen Mo, and a large area of blood splattered out of his mouth, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Boxing is a sport full of barbarism and violence.

The smell of blood, rubber, and sweat all blended together, permeating with incomparable, sweaty pleasure.

In the crowd of bets, Jiang Ruo caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Lena?

Not only did she see it, but Cen Mo, who was playing on stage, also saw it.

Lenna pressed the other person to win.

The man's body size is twice as wide as Cen Mo's, but he is only large and has no practical effect, and those who should be beaten are still indispensable.

With the violent undulating movements, Cen Mo's original combed biased hair style turned into a broken lid again, and his forehead was covered by bangs.

When the light came down, his eyes were dark and he looked very cold.

Cen Mo's mind suddenly remembered the incident of the last royal hunting ground.

Lenna clamored to test her marksmanship with Jiang Ruo.

As a result, Jiang Ruo relied on the marksmanship that Wen Yuan taught her before, and won Lenna in a crushing manner.

And Lenna didn't admit it when she lost, and almost hurt Jiang Ruo.

Afterwards, he refused to apologize.

What else to say, "She's a princess, I'm also a princess, everyone is on an equal footing."

With this anger, Cen Mo was like being beaten with chicken blood, and the more he beat him, the more fierce he became.

Seeing that Lenna had made a bet of hundreds of thousands, he seized this opportunity to make her lose everything.

So, punch after punch.

Soon, the opponent was defeated and defeated.

Cen Mo took advantage of the victory to pursue, and towards the man's fatal position, he punched again, and finally... He killed people directly.

According to the rules of the gym, when the opponent dies, the bet is multiplied tenfold.

Lenna's bet is at least three or four million.

Sure enough, when the referee announced Cen Mo's victory and the opponent died, Lenna's face turned green with anger.

She doesn't feel distressed by hundreds of thousands, but by millions, she hurts!

After the game, Cen Mo hurriedly ran off the stage.

He ran towards Jiang Ruo, raised a harmless smile from humans and animals, raised a pear vortex, and called sweetly, "Sister."

He looks like this

, and the bloodthirsty yin owl who was just in the boxing ring, judging the two of them.

Because Wen Huai was beside him, Cen Mo had no choice but to put away his thoughts, hugged Jiang Ruo briefly, and didn't dare to kiss her.

He had the audacity to kiss him once before, but he was beaten half to death by Wen Huai, and he has a long memory since then.

"Amo is awesome, won the game again." Jiang Ruo praised him.

"What do you want to eat in a moment?"

Jiang Ruo was sandwiched between Wen Huai and Cen Mo.

Wen Huai held hands with her fingers, and Cen Mo put his arm on her shoulder.

The picture of these two men and one woman makes everyone envious of them.

..

As soon as the day off is over.

Work is busy again.

Mercury's concert is scheduled for Saturday, with six days to go.

Propaganda posters have been plastered all over the streets.

After all, this will be the last concert, and for fans, if they don't watch it, they really won't have a chance.

And Jiang Ruo has never been to the scene, but has only watched the live broadcast on the Internet.

As for why Wen Yuan chose to seal the wheat.

Probably he is going back to inherit the Wen family.

Originally, Mercury's identity was only set up because he loved music.

He has always been the high-ranking Prince Wen.

It should never change.

On Wednesday night, there was an auction in the city center, and the official invited Jiang Ruo and Wen Huai, a young couple.

As we approached June, the weather was neither hot nor cold, just right.

Jiang Ruo wore a black long-sleeved hip skirt with a waist, and a pair of high heels shining with silver diamonds on her feet, her temperament became more and more charming, like a charming little fox. ap.

Wen Huai is simpler, wearing a casual black suit with a rose brooch pinned to his chest.

It's like a couple's outfit.

As soon as the two appeared, they attracted a lot of attention.

In the auction, Jiang Ruo and Wen Huai sat at the front and looked at tonight's lots together.

Towards the start of the event.

Jiang Ruo lowered his head for too long, raised his eyes and moved his neck.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a man and a woman walking towards the seat next to her.

The woman is holding the man's arm, and the man is holding his hands in his pocket, looking leisurely and lazy.

The two talked and laughed, and they seemed to be very right.

The woman in the cheongsam is easy to recognize.

It is Ruan Min, the goddess of figure skating who was on the hot search a few days ago.

She has blond hair and brown eyes, both the three-dimensional facial features of Westerners and the dignified and graceful of Orientals, with an atmospheric appearance, standing with men, without losing her aura at all.

As for the men...

He wears a silver butterfly mask, with tassels hanging down on each of the two segments, matched with his white skin, red lips, and fashionable dark blue hair, which makes him more and more like a noble duke who came out of an ancient European oil painting, with a noble gesture.

The man wears a casual suit with dark blue and dark black color-blocking from a big brand, simple black pants on the bottom, and black high boots, which sets off his demonic aura, which is more dangerous and charming.

Jiang Ruo stared at the man's familiar face.

I had a premonition of uneasiness in my heart.

He came against the light, and his whole body seemed to be gilded with gold, shining brightly.

"This mask looks familiar."

"It can't be Mercury and Nguyen Min, right?" People next to me discussed.

Nguyen Min: "Yuan, our location is here."

Wen Yuan: "Hmm."

Jiang Ruozhi watched in a daze as Wen Yuan sat next to her, only an inch away.

And Wen Yuan also saw her, but he just glanced indifferently, like a stranger, and didn't look at her again.

There was no change in expression.

It's not like he's cold.

No.

This should be him.

The original him.

He doesn't love her.

Jiang Ruo became nervous inexplicably.

But she didn't know what she was nervous about.

Wen Huai seemed to sense something and clenched Jiang Ruo's hand.