Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Chu Qingchen didn’t know what was wrong with him, but that was no reason for him to dream about Si Mo!

Ever since he saw the scene outside the Pear Garden window yesterday, Si Mo's figure seemed to be engraved in Chu Qingchen's mind and followed him back here.

At that time, the young boy's wrist was clenched red. He looked so weak that he could be easily restrained by others, but it seemed that he was deliberately hiding his strength. For the first time, Chu Qingchen felt that he could not see someone clearly, and this unclearness had evolved to the point where he could not control his desire to understand.

I have to admit that Chu Qingchen felt quite pitiful for Si Mo's arrogant and surprised look at that time.

He slept very late last night after finishing his official business and had a ridiculous dream. Chu Qingchen was in no mood to deal with Prime Minister Cen's chattering.

"Ding--"

A quick and loud telephone rang. Prime Minister Cen lay down in the crack of the door, quietly watching Chu Qingchen put down the towel he used to wipe his hair, then picked up the phone and answered it.

"Adjutant Cen, what are you doing?"

Cen Xiang was frightened by the sudden voice behind him. His face flushed and he almost jumped up. After seeing that it was the aunt who cleaned the villa, he quickly lowered his voice and pointed his index finger to his mouth: "Shh!!"

He hurriedly glanced around the room again, and only after confirming that there was nothing wrong with Chu Qingchen did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"I am watching my fate."

"what?"

Cen Xiang sighed, pushed Auntie from behind, and let her go downstairs after saying a few words: "Tsk, you won't understand."

"Remember, don't tell the young commander what you found out about me today."

The success or failure of the task assigned to him by his wife depended on this final push. Adjutant Cen was even more nervous than when he was first promoted. He felt dizzy and his heart was trembling.

Chu Qingchen picked up the phone and held it to his ear. No one knew what he said, and Prime Minister Cen could not see any emotion on his face.

I vaguely heard something about a 'blind date', 'must go' 'tonight', 'the Marshal's adopted daughter'.

There were also tiny sobs and complaints coming from the phone, but these sobs sounded too fake, they were not real crying at all.

Could it be Xia Yurong?

Then this call should be from Chu Qingchen's mother, his dear wife.

This is the culprit that caused him to suffer from insomnia for several months!

Whenever Prime Minister Cen thought of this, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, because Chu Qingchen's mother always liked to play matchmaker. As her biological son, their young commander naturally became the forward player.

Also, because he was Chu Qingchen's adjutant and the closest person to him, Prime Minister Cen was targeted half a year ago.

I still remember that it was he who personally delivered Xia Yurong's photo to Chu Qingchen on behalf of his wife.

She is the candidate for daughter-in-law that the lady is most optimistic about, partly because Xia Yurong happens to be the adopted daughter of the Marshal, the commander of the current warlord government. Chu Qingchen's current position is junior marshal, and he still needs to win a few battles to reach that position.

But whether he chose to rely on connections or strength, that was a matter between the mother and the son, but in the end, he was the one who was roasted on the fire? !

Adjutant Cen is about to turn into a vicious ghost.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't realize Chu Qingchen had finished the call. When the other person left the house, he happened to catch him eavesdropping at the door.

"..."

"Hey, good morning, young commander." Prime Minister Cen immediately straightened himself and saluted Chu Qingchen in a standard military salute: "Your good morning mood will be protected by your subordinates!"

Chu Qingchen glanced at him from top to bottom, and said leisurely, "What did you hear?"

"..." Prime Minister Cen took a deep breath and answered without putting his hands down: "Report, nothing..."

"Lying, subject to military court."

"Report to the young commander, I heard that you are going on a blind date tonight!"

Prime Minister Cen's voice was as loud as an arrow, piercing through the entire building. All the servants stopped working and lowered their heads and pursed their lips.

Chu Qingchen: ………

Now his face turned completely dark. He threw an approved document into Prime Minister Cen's arms and walked away without looking back.

After a few steps, he turned back, as if he was extremely impatient and wanted to die if he said one more word: "Seven thirty in the evening, Baiyuemen."

Prime Minister Cen was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized and raised his eyebrows: "Young Marshal, are you really going this time?!"

All that was left for him in response was the exhaust fumes from the car that was leaving.

-

On the other side, in the Pear Garden, Si Mo had not found any trace of Mo Xunyu since morning. As a last resort, he asked Kapibala, who was leisurely lying in Ge You's posture, to go out and look for him.

【o?o】

Not long after, Benben came back with his two bouncy little ears wagging and reported the situation to Si Mo:

[I found the boss. He is playing outside.]

Si Mo fiddled with the pearl necklace wrapped around his finger, wondering if the material was real or fake. Upon hearing this, he said indifferently, "Oh, where? What are you playing with?"

[Baiyuemen, the most prosperous place in Shanghai, ordinary people can't enter. ]

Si Mogang picked up the teacup and took a sip: Why is he going there? I didn’t realize that Mo Xunyu is a person who likes to be lively.

【He went to find Zhao Shi.】

"puff--"

"What?" Si Mo was choked by the tea and felt better after coughing several times, but this was not enough to eliminate his shock.

"Can you talk without breathing too hard?!"

Si Mo stood up suddenly, without even having time to wipe the water off his chin. He checked the location of Baiyue Gate and rushed over.

I knew Mo Xunyu was persistent, but I didn't know he could be so persistent.

He couldn't wait even a day and had to kill Zhao Shi right now.

Si Mo did not attack him, but the fact was: if he went to assassinate Zhao Shi, he would not necessarily die together with the other party. He might not even be able to get close to Zhao Shi and be killed and abandoned without even leaving a complete body.

You have to know that in today's world, a life sentence is considered light for openly assassinating a warlord.

-

As night falls, the neon lights of Shanghai flicker like stars inlaid in the sky, leading people into the world of decadence and dissipation.

Rickshaws in front of Baiyue Gate stopped and started, and the sound of copper coins and dollars were heard. Every person who came here was dressed in gorgeous and noble clothes.

"I heard that tonight is Miss Sun's special performance, and the entire dance hall has made way for her."

"And I heard that the gate is very strict today. Without identity and this, ordinary people are not qualified to enter."

At night, idle people on the street squatted and chatted, with the melon seed shells in their hands thrown all over the ground and no one cared. The person who spoke last twisted his fingertips and smiled slyly at the people around him.

They all understood each other tacitly. There were all kinds of people in front of the door, but not many could get in. Of course, what was going on was not something ordinary people could know.

Another car stopped, and this time a young boy got out. He looked very well behaved, and one would never have thought that someone like him would come here to play. Even the guards at the door couldn't help but smack their lips in amazement.

"No need for change." Si Mo took out the money to pay the rickshaw driver from his pocket and casually said that even though it was such a small amount of money, a mosquito is still meat. The rickshaw driver bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude.

But despite their surprise, the two guards still wanted to test whether Si Mo could go in.

One of them stretched out his hand to stop Si Mo, while the other one looked Si Mo up and down at his clothes.

"Did you receive an invitation?"