Fengtian past events

After saying this, the busy Mr. Luo was dragged away by another group of people who seemed to have business dealings. Before leaving, he still raised his glass to me.

Gritting his teeth, now that he is anxious to go home and seek the truth, he must first deal with his own affairs, so he turned and walked towards the main hall on the first floor of Yamato Hotel.

The main hall of the Yamato Hotel, I came here when I first visited this mysterious clerk, and I carefully looked at the surrounding furnishings while waiting, it was extremely luxurious.

Naturally, this time was no exception, and a roster of signatures by the guests was set up, spread out on a table covered with a red cloth.

But I saw Liu Guoqing and Boss Meng sitting on the corner sofa at a glance.

Just now Luo Qizhao said that they had a very happy conversation last time, and I still sneered.

Now it seems that the fault should be me.

Liu Guoqing seemed to be very interested in opera, smiling all over his face, gesticulating with his hands, not knowing what he was talking about.Boss Meng showed a rare smile on the side, like an iceberg melting, a glacier opening, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the spring breeze is blowing, occasionally inserting a few words, or correcting Liu Guoqing's gestures.

I watched helplessly as Meng Jusheng's slender and well-knit palms covered Liu Guoqing's.

Obviously not long ago, I was the one who held Liu Guoqing's hand and breathed on him, and didn't let go until he was warm.

The roots of the teeth are about to be worn out, and the face is swollen into a meat bun.Meng Jusheng also said that she was not feeling well!What kind of discomfort is this? !

But I'm a person of status, so I can't be too insulting and polite like a vindictive rooster.

So he took a deep breath, adjusted his facial expression, smiled, and walked up to them: "Boss Meng, how are you doing recently?"

Seeing me, Meng Jusheng stood up, took off his hat, and said softly, "It's okay."

Look, seeing that I don't have any smile at all, didn't I still smile brightly just now?

Liu Guoqing didn't get up, but instead dragged me to sit next to him: "I just talked to Boss Meng about a play, and said that the end of the year is coming soon, and this year's box-sealing show will be a dragon and a phoenix—shh!" Yes, without looking at who would talk to him, "It's still a secret, and we can only talk about it at the end of the year. This time Boss Meng played the old man! But Ma Hongcheng, who is used to playing the old man, played Tsing Yi this time! I really want to It's ridiculous to think about it, I can't wait to see what Boss Ma's Sun Shangxiang is like! Hahaha!"

He was still in a low voice, but his voice became louder and louder later, obviously excited.Boss Meng didn't care either, he stood aside and looked at him with a slight smile.

I rolled my eyes: "You have a loud voice, and if you keep yelling, the whole world knows what this year's box-sealing show is about!"

Liu Guoqing blushed and coughed lightly.

I was just thinking about whether to accompany Meng Jusheng to wait for the bus with Liu Guoqing, or to arrest Liu Guoqing, the boss of Liumeng himself──Although my selfish intentions are biased towards the latter, I am afraid that if I do this, I will not behave properly.

At this moment, another person pushed the door open and came in, dusty and dusty, with snow still on his shoes and hat.

Liu Guoqing said: "Hey! It's snowing? It's not easy, the car will be difficult to run on the road."

Meng Jusheng shook his head, although he didn't answer, he frowned.

The person who came in was followed by an attendant before entering the door. The attendant patted the snow on him. The two of them turned their backs to us. He suddenly called out: "Hey! Director Yi!" As he spoke, he ran forward, "Young Li Si, please greet the three masters!" He said with a laugh, "I wonder if Director Yi still remembers the young one? But I think you are busy, so you should not remember."

I ignored him, and looked up at Boss Zou, who had his hands in his pockets behind him. He was pursing his lips, frowning, looking worried, but he didn't know what he was worrying about. Anyway, he looked upset.

Seeing me striding up, I ignored the other two, and told Li Sidao: "You find a place to stay by yourself, don't follow."

Li Si responded, and handed over another handkerchief, Zou Shengzu took it, put it in his pocket casually, without wiping the wet marks on his clothes after the snow had melted, turned to me and said, "Come here, I have something to tell you. "

After finishing speaking, he ignored me and just passed by, as if he was sure that I would follow.

Instead, his eyes stopped on Meng Jusheng, and his footsteps also slowed down, but he still didn't say a word, but his brows were furrowed even tighter.

I glanced at Liu Guoqing, he was also quite puzzled, raised his face and smiled at me with relief: "You go, send Boss Meng away in a while, and I'll go find you again."

I glanced at Meng Jusheng beside him, noncommittal.But still nodded and followed.

Zou Shengzu didn't go to the salon, instead he went into the VIP lounge, not knowing what his plan was.These VIP lounges are set up independently for some people, but they are for those men and women who do some shameful things behind their husbands and wives.

These are the upper-class people in Manchukuo, with a glamorous face and hypocrisy like painted skin, but they have rotted and stink in their backs, and they are rotten to the bone.

When I came in, Zou Shengzu was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, looking for a lighter all over his body, and said, "Lock the door."

I raised my eyebrows: "Boss Zou, is something wrong?"

He paused, without rebuttal, reached out to take the cigarette out of his mouth, went to the door and locked it, then turned his head and carefully examined my face.

I'm not afraid of him, are big men afraid of being looked at?It's not a girl's house.Then look back.

But he suddenly looked away, put the cigarette on his mouth again, and said vaguely: "Bring me a fire."

I gave him the lighter, watched the flames flash and then extinguished, and then returned the lighter. He took two big gulps, and the smoke was immediately lingering.

For some reason, he remembered the scene of smoking opium, and couldn't help frowning, disgusted.

He asked, "Don't you like the smell of cigarettes?"

"It's okay." If you don't like the smell of cigarettes, you will always be ridiculed as a woman—women also smoke—and feel that this negative sentence is weak, so they add, "I also smoke occasionally. "

He nodded and took out the cigarette case: "One?"

I shook my head: "No, I don't want to now."

He didn't force it, took it back, and took a few steps towards the sofa.At this time, there was still a piece of cigarette butt left, but he snuffed it out.He didn't press it out in the ashtray, but pressed it on the table, leaving behind a piece of black ash.

He is restless.

I don't have time to spend time with him. Anyway, it's him who's anxious, not me, and I'm not a considerate girl, so I asked straight to the point: "What do you want from me?"

He rested his hand casually on the arm of the sofa.I have been standing not far from the door, but a little far away from him.

He said, "Has Luo Qizhao looked for you?"

Eyelids twitched, thinking of his eyes that paused on Meng Jusheng.

I said, "Yeah."

He sighed, raised his head, his eyes were serious and solemn, and his tone was almost commanding.

"Yige," he said, "don't get into this muddy water."

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