Young Master Gu, your wife's vest has fallen off again

"Master."

In the spacious living room of the villa, Mr. Mo was looking at Zhonglouyu blankly. After such a long time, the two old guys still haven't moved at all, and they don't know what the hell they are doing.

"What? Any news?"

Zhong Louyu raised his head and chuckled, apparently he was asking about Zhong Fuhong and Wang Jianshan, the situation in the country is a bit serious now, he needs to go back to take charge of the overall situation, although Chen Xiao is in charge of the overall situation in the country, but some places are still not handled properly , he should feel more at ease by himself.

"Oh, master, there is still no movement."

Mr. Mo sighed and shook his head helplessly. It's been such a long time. These two old guys haven't moved at all. I don't know if they're just playing on the spot. Was the decisiveness at that time just for them to see? Woolen cloth?

"Oh?"

Zhong Louyu frowned, apparently he did not expect this result.

"Master, do you think these two old fellows did this on purpose? Did they find that something was wrong?"

Mo Lao stroked his beard and said mysteriously, if it wasn't like this, how could a person be so calm after learning of his son's murderer?If it was a normal person, I'm afraid they would have rushed into Wang Jianshan's house with a knife at this moment, right?
But now there is no sign of trouble between the two of them, it is so quiet and scary.

"Hehe, if they found out, they must have taken countermeasures long ago, but they didn't."

Zhong Louyu smiled wickedly. It would be impossible for Zhong Fuhong and Wang Jianshan to discover his plan. He would have discovered it long ago. What's more, the relationship between Zhong Fuhong and Wang Jianshan is not as good as it was before. They are as friendly as ever. Although it was said that the well water does not offend the river water before, but now it is the relationship between the enemy.

"I didn't expect Zhong Fuhong to hold his breath so heavily."

Zhong Louyu took a deep look at Mo Lao. He thought that there would be a result between Zhong Fuhong and Wang Jianshan soon, but he didn't expect these two people to be so calm.

"Master, Wang Jianshan didn't say something to Zhong Fuhong, did he?"

Mo Lao was shocked, if one of them was not firm enough, there would definitely be problems, and then their plan would come to naught.

"That's not going to happen, even if..."

"Cough cough cough."

Zhong Louyu clutched his chest, he hadn't finished speaking when suddenly his throat tickled and he coughed violently.

"Master, are you alright?"

Mo Lao hurriedly came to him, pulled Zhong Louyu's arm, and got his pulse. Mo Lao also knew Chinese medicine. He had been by Zhong Louyu's side for so long, and he had always taken care of Zhong Louyu. He is very weak, but fortunately, the kung fu I taught Zhong Louyu can be regarded as strengthening his body and making him a little bit stronger, at least he will not get sick so easily.

"Cough cough."

There was another severe cough, and his already pale face was even paler now, like a weak patient. These are old problems. Zhong Louyu was tortured in the family when he was a child, and he has always been He lacked nutrition when he was growing up, and after he ran away from home, he also wandered for a living. If it weren't for the belief in his heart that supported him, he would have fallen down by now, but he didn't. He still remembered the time when his mother left. That expression at that time, every time I think of this incident, Zhong Louyu's already tired body is full of energy again, moving forward like a machine, but in this way his body will gradually become weaker, even Zhong Louyu himself He didn't even know how harmful it would be to his body, even he himself didn't know.

When Mr. Mo found him, Zhong Louyu was already bruised. He was beaten by other gangsters. In addition, he was cold and hungry all day, and his body was very weak, but he just gritted his teeth and held on. The scene of that day is still unavoidably touched.

……

"Huh? What are you doing here, little guy?"

At that time, Mo Lao was still a middle-aged man, wearing a simple suit, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the frail boy in front of him with doubts. In his eyes, a child of this age should not be playing in the arms of an adult. ?Shouldn't it be happy?
But he couldn't see any happiness from this young man. He was full of negative energy. He was lying on a bench in the park shaking, his stomach growling from time to time. At that time, Mo Lao was also in the park When carrying out the mission, according to the information, his target will just appear at the place where he is standing, and the boy in front of him is also a factor he takes into consideration, and he cannot disrupt his plan just because of a boy's sudden appearance.

Hearing Mo Lao's voice, the young man just opened his tired eyes and glanced at the middle-aged man, then slowly closed his eyes. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Good guy, this time it aroused Mo Lao's curiosity. In his opinion, this young man is just a little beggar, but looking at his arrogant appearance, what does he think of himself?

"Hehe, the little guy is quite proud."

For the young man's indifference, Mo Lao was not angry, but chuckled lightly at the corner of his mouth, looked around, and then sat down next to the young man.

"Little guy, don't you have a home? What are you doing lying here?"

Mo Lao took out a cigarette, lit it with a snap, and smoked it on his own. The faint smell of tobacco filled the air. At this time, Mo Lao was definitely a "beautiful girl killer".

"Cough cough."

The boy who was unwilling to speak with his eyes closed suddenly coughed violently for a while, his face looked sallow, and there was no clean clothes on his whole body.

The boy's closed eyes slowly opened, looking at the man full of male hormones sitting beside him, he couldn't help frowning.

"Ah, I'm sorry little guy, I overlooked it."

Mo Lao fiercely threw out the unburned cigarette butt in his hand, stretched out his foot to stamp out the cigarette butt, and then looked at the boy in front of him with a smile on his face.

Seeing Mr. Mo's apologetic eyes, the young man was stunned. He thought that the man in front of him would beat him up without hesitation, because things like this happened often before, and he was used to it. He has seen too much, but this man in front of him.

His apologetic eyes told himself that this man was not lying, he was speaking from the heart.