Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The Zhou brothers were waiting at the door.

Zhou Muzhi loves fashion and wears white shirts and suspenders. My hair was newly cut, and my temples were shaved green. My black hair was combed on both sides and pressed firmly with hair oil.

He was quite handsome, but a little oily and frivolous.

"Young miraculous doctor, congratulations on your engagement." Zhou Mu said.

Yan Xin: "Thank you. Mu Zhi is very handsome today."

"Really? I shaved my head." Zhou Muzhi was proud and glanced at Furong.

Fu Rong: "..." Jane's head hurts her eyes.

Zhou Junwang stood in the dark. He was still dressed the same way, with a green silk gown, black cloth shoes, and his hair all combed back.

The face is unobstructed, the brows are clear, and the eyes are dark and quiet.

He looked at Yan Xin.

No expression, just a slight nod: "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"I came here specifically to look for you. I have something to do." Zhou Junwang said.

Yan Xin: "It's very late. Let's talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."

"How about making an appointment for lunch and dinner tomorrow and then going to the theater in the evening?" he asked.

Yan Xin: "..."

She and Zhou Junwang went to sit down at the cafe across the street and chatted for a while.

"The head of the Hong Kong branch died a few days ago, and my father asked me to take over. I originally planned to go to Hong Kong, and I was very excited." Zhou Junwang said.

Yan Xin is holding a bone china coffee cup. Her delicate white fingers turn whiter and almost transparent against the background of the cup.

She lowered her head and took two sips before saying, "Then what do you want to say?"

——He said it last time, and she clearly rejected him.

"I don't feel at ease. You are Mr. Jin Liu's disciple, can you help me tell my fortune?" Zhou Junwang asked, "Is my trip safe?"

"Master Jun is a capable person. Even a desperate situation can be turned into a blessing. What's more, the wind and water are smooth now, so there is no need to be afraid." Yan Xin said.

Zhou Junwang smiled slightly.

A very faint smile, inexplicably bitter.

Yan Xin put down the coffee cup: "It's late, Lord Jun. I have to go home."

Zhou Junwang looked at her hard: "My last suggestion is still valid..."

"No need."

"Yan Xin, the situation in life is unpredictable. There is nothing wrong with having one more friend and a way out. Maybe you can use me one day." He said.

Yan Xin lowered her eyelashes.

"Thank you." She said calmly, "When will you leave?"

"Try to get things done in Yicheng within these few months. Hong Kong also needs to say hello in advance. Maybe three months later." He said.

Yan Xin nodded.

Zhou Junwang: "I even want to attend your wedding before leaving."

He looked at her carefully and said, "Will you invite me?"

Yan Xin smiled: "You are not only my friend, but also Azhao's friend. Of course I will invite you."

A Zhao...

Zhou Junwang chewed on these two words.

A twinge of pain, like a throbbing pain in the heart.

His smile dissipated, unable to gather itself again. The orange light above his head suddenly suppressed him, shrouding him with light and heaviness.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first." Yan Xin stood up this time.

Zhou Junwang also stood up: "Okay, rest early."

Yan Xin came out of the coffee shop and Bai Shuang waited in the car.

She got into the car silently.

After driving for a while, Yan Xin came back to her senses and asked Bai Shuang: "Where are Sister Yin and Rongrong?"

"You drove here on Tuesday, and he sent them both off," Bai Shuang said.

Yan Xin nodded.

She closed her eyes to rest her mind and stopped talking.

The car drove back to Songxiangyuan.

Zhou Muzhi drove his own car, first taking Miao Yin off, and then taking Fu Rong back to Li Xuan Dance Hall.

In fact, Li Xuan Dance Hall was on the same street as the restaurant. Fu Rong could walk back, but Zhou Muzhi insisted that she send Miao Yin off with him.

He said: "This lady and I are both young people. It is not appropriate for me to send her alone."

Miao Yin couldn't help laughing.

Fu Rong glared at him and got into the car.

After seeing Miao Yin off, the two of them rushed back. Zhou Muzhi pulled over and said, "You sit in the passenger seat. You sit in the back. I'm like your driver."

Fu Rong: "I don't dare."

Zhou Muzhi was like a pheasant with its tail raised. After hearing this, he suddenly became proud: "I won't eat you."

Fu Rong: "You sprayed too much perfume. I can't breathe in the passenger seat."

Zhou Muzhi: "..."

"It's not like you're betraying the white gang by spraying yourself with perfume and applying oil on your hair." Fu Rong couldn't help but added.

The simple head is unsightly.

"Sit in the front and scold me. If you sit in the back and roll your eyes, I can't see you." Zhou Muzhi said.

Fu Rong ignored him.

After a moment of stalemate, Fu Rong changed to the passenger seat.

Zhou Muzhi was driving. In the gap at the intersection, he saw Fu Rong's hand on her side and held it.

Fu Rong was startled: "Drive well."

"It can be opened with one hand." Zhou Mu said.

She didn't tell him to let go, but told him to drive.

"We're done for the evening. Let's go have a midnight snack together?" he asked her.

Fu Rong withdrew her hand. She held her breath and spoke after a long while: "You don't have anything serious to do? You just hang out in dance halls all day long."

"Eating, drinking and having fun are my business," Zhou Mu said.

Fu Rong snorted.

"If you let me manage a dock, how much will you have to pay? Let me manage a factory or a dance hall?" Zhou Muzhi added.

Fu Rong: "..."

She didn't expect this level.

Zhou Muzhi: "For those who are incompetent, doing so-called serious things is nothing more than causing trouble for the family. It is better to be idle and not worry about your father and brothers. This is filial piety."

Fu Rong was slightly surprised.

She really didn't expect that he would say such a thing.

Fu Rong couldn't express how she felt when she thought about his words.

She always felt that he had a straw head and no soul. Unexpectedly, he also had ideas. It's just that his ideas are simpler and simpler.

In other words, he is optimistic.

He believed in his father and brother, but he also knew that he was incompetent.

"Accepting mediocrity" is a very difficult process. It is a kind of self-cultivation.

Fu Rong was surprised that Zhou Muzhi was so transparent.

Back at the dance hall, there was someone waiting at the door of Fu Rong's office.

This is a man in his late teens, of medium height. He is neither fat nor thin, neither handsome nor ugly. There was a warm smile on his face.

"Rong Rong, Sun Xiang's main cargo list last time." The man handed a document to Fu Rong, saw Zhou Muzhi, and smiled again, "My nephew is here too?"

Zhou Muzhi looked at this man and frowned slightly: "What are you doing, Uncle Fu?"

"Business." Fu Yuan said.

Fu Yuan is a leader of the Qinggang, a figure with the same status as Cheng Sanniang, and he is also a leader of the Qinggang.

When he was talking to Sun Xiangzhu, he was humble. When he came to deliver documents to Fu Rong, he was even more drunk than drinking.

"... Rongrong is so promising, how can she discuss official matters with Uncle Fu?" Zhou Muzhi's face darkened.

Fu Yuan was not very happy either: "What does Mu Zhi mean?"

Zhou Muzhi is tall, rough and dandy.

He immediately pushed Fu Yuan: "You are so old, you need to save some face! You have a lot of wives and aunts at home, and you still come to pester the little girl. How dirty!"

Hall Master Fu was furious.

Zhou Muzhi was more violent and angry than him.

"You old man, if you dare to come to Rongrong again, I will beat you to death!" Zhou Muzhi said.

Someone came to start a fight and separated them.

Fu Rong pushed Zhou Muzhi and asked him to go to her office.

As soon as she entered the door, the smile on her lips raised slightly, but she suppressed it deliberately.