Mr. Fu ran away again today

"Hey……"

Mo Chen lay on the boat, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and sighed.

Xu Xiaoliang sat across from Mo Chen, and the boatman steered the boat to Mochen Island.

"Hey……"

Mo Chen couldn't lie down anymore, so he sat up and asked, "Is there any more ointment that Mr. Fu brought back from the capital last time?"

"Yes, yes." Xu Xiaoliang said hastily, "As soon as I heard that Elder Gao wanted you to go over, I dug out all the healing medicines in the room." Xu Xiaoliang said, and handed Mo the outer robe in his hand. Chen, "Island Master, do you really not want to wear it?"

"Get out! On such a hot day, you told me to wear a padded jacket to see Elder Gao, are you afraid that he won't be more ruthless?"

After Mo Chen finished speaking, he sighed again.

That bastard Cui Wuyue must have gone to sue, that guy is the same age as him, he doesn't have the ability to beat others, he has the ability to sue, Cui Wuyue sued nine out of ten times when Mo Chen was beaten reason.

After getting on the boat, Mo Chen went to see Elder Gao.

In Elder Gao's yard, a boy of eleven or twelve was sweeping the floor. When he saw Mo Chen coming, he stopped the broom and called out to the island owner.

The servant just finished speaking, and a voice from inside said loudly: "Boy Mo Chen, get out of here!"

On this day, Mo Chen beat others to pieces, and when he returned to the island, he was beaten to pieces by Elder Gao again.

When Xu Xiaoliang helped Mo Chen go back, Mo Chen limped and couldn't walk easily.

Blood oozed from his robe, soaking his entire back.

Xu Xiaoliang felt sorry for his master, and asked, "Isn't it just twenty lashes? Why do you look so scary?"

Mo Chen was silent for a while: "Originally, it was only [-] lashes... Later I insisted on arguing with him that I was protecting the subsidiary property of Mochen Island, not a showman. The old man couldn't argue with me, so he beat me twice. Ten whips..."

Xu Xiaoliang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, carefully helped him back, called the doctor to look at him, applied medicine on him, carefully bandaged him, and let Mo Chen lie on the bed.

On the second day, Fu Chuxi went to the island to see Mo Chen.

Seeing that Mo Chen couldn't get out of bed after being beaten, he blamed himself, so he stayed on the island to take care of him for a few days.

This made Mo Chen so happy that he finally couldn't wait to see Fu Chuxi with his fingers.

During the day, when Mo Chen was sleeping, Fu Chuxi was reading a book, or looking at the account book, and sometimes picked up a pen to write something.It was only later that Mo Chen found out that Fu Chuxi was writing a script.

On the first day, Mo Chen was still able to lie there and watch Fu Chuxi for a day, but after two days he couldn't lie down anymore, if he wanted to sit up, he had to be careful, the wound was scabbed, and every movement seemed to be torn the pain.

Every time at this time, Fu Chuxi would be patient, support Mo Chen, let him walk around, exercise his muscles and bones.

For several days in a row, Mo Chen didn't have to get up early to practice, and he could still see Fu Chuxi when he opened his eyes. He immediately felt that he was living in heaven.

When Mo Chen was able to go down by himself, Fu Chuxi went back to the mansion, and occasionally came over during the day, bringing some pastries to see him.

Once Fu Chuxi brought over some snacks, Mo Chen turned from joy to sorrow.

"You said you knew I liked wine, why didn't you bring some wine? You'd be suffocated every day without wine!"

"Your injury hasn't healed yet." Fu Chuxi frowned slightly as she said, sniffing the air, went straight to Mo Chen's bed, and reached out to find a jar of wine.

"Hey! I just hid it and I didn't drink it!" Mo Chen said hastily.

"Confiscated." Fu Chuxi said.

Xu Xiaoliang brought a cup of black-bone chicken soup, and before putting down the chicken soup, Fu Chuxi handed the wine to Xu Xiaoliang: "Xiaoliang, this wine is a reward for you, take it back and drink."

Xu Xiaoliang didn't dare to take it, and whispered: "I'd better not take it, it's not mine to take it away."

These words were simply a naked complaint, Mo Chen really wanted to poke Xu Xiaoliang's chest and scold this heartless little bastard.

"I'm the master. Island master Mo is not allowed to go back." Fu Chuxi glanced at Mo Chen as if.

Mo Chen twitched his lips, smirked twice, and said angrily: "Take what Mr. Fu gave you."

Only then did Xu Xiaoliang happily run away with the wine jar in his arms.

Mo Chen wailed and buried his head in his arms, pretending that he was an ostrich.

Mr. Fu said: "It's just a jar of wine. I'll compensate you for what I kept when your injuries are healed."

Island Master Mo: "Hmph!"

Mr. Fu asked: "Do you still drink the black chicken soup?"

Island Master Mo: "No!"

Fu Chuxi opened the lid of the soup cup, scooped up a spoonful of soup, took a sip, and said, "Xiaoliang's craftsmanship is getting better and better, this chicken soup is very tasty, if you don't drink it, I'll drink it up. "

"No!" Island Master Mo raised his head, "Drink!" After finishing speaking, he just took a sip of the spoonful of soup that Fu Chuxi had just scooped up, and Mo Chen yelled from the scorching hot soup just after he ate it.

"Fu Chuxi, you did it on purpose!" Mo Chen was furious.

Mr. Fu was speechless when Island Master Mo was a scoundrel.

Especially when Island Master Mo got angry, he stopped drinking the chicken soup and lay down on the bed like a child, burying his head in the quilt and not speaking in anger.

Seeing this, Fu Chuxi got up and said, "Since you want to rest, I'll go back first."

Mo Chen immediately raised his head and looked at Fu Chuxi without speaking.

Fu Chuxi was very helpless and didn't know what to do, so she blurted out: "You feel bored, how about I teach you how to sing?"

"Singing opera?" Mo Chen became interested, "Okay, okay!"

He hadn't seen Fu Chuxi singing in an opera before.

Fu Chuxi asked for advice, and immediately sang an excerpt from "Battle on Long Mountain" to Mo Chen, and Mo Chen got up and applauded.

This afternoon, Fu Chuxi told Mo Chen a lot of things about singing, and it was only then that Mo Chen knew that Fu Chuxi didn't go to play tickets, he really liked singing.

Under the care of Fu Chuxi and Xu Xiaoliang, Mo Chen's injury healed quickly, and he was able to wield a knife and a gun in a few days.

He started to get up early every day to do exercises again.

At the end of the month, Fu Chuxi prepared the accounts, reported the situation to Mo Chen with the accounts, and asked for leave by the way.

Mo Chen originally planned to arrange several people to escort Fu Chuxi back to the capital, but Fu Chuxi refused. Knowing that he was accompanied by someone, Mo Chen was relieved.

Mo Chen asked Fu Chuxi when he was leaving, and Fu Chuxi said that he would leave after the meeting tomorrow morning.

"So fast?" Mo Chen felt reluctant, but he didn't want to say anything, he could only squeeze out a smile and wish Mr. Fu a safe journey, go early and return early.

At the morning meeting the next morning, Mo Chen was obviously absent-minded. He could only concentrate on listening to a few words when Fu Chuxi was talking, and he was playing with a piece of jade at other times.Seeing that slumped look, Elder Cui really wanted to jump over and slap him hard on the head a few times.

When it finally came to the end of the morning meeting, the absent-minded island owner regained his energy in an instant and gave Fu Chuxi a look. Fu Chuxi understood that he had something to say, so he stayed.

After everyone else had left, Mo Chen said: "Mr. Fu will leave soon? Shall I take you out of the city?"

"No need, the carriage is waiting outside the island. I should leave when I get out of the island." Fu Chuxi said with a smile, "I'm just going back. Why are you crying like I can't come back."

"I...I...I'm worried that you're not here. Elder Cui is worried about your position. He has long wanted to stuff his bastard son in." Mo Chen made an excuse and said, "So if you can come back, you will be able to come back." Come back as soon as possible."

"Okay." Fu Chuxi nodded and said, "Then I'll go first."

"Yeah." Mo Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling forcedly.

Fu Chuxi turned and walked out. Mo Chen leaned on the chair, propped his chin and watched Mr. Fu leave.

As a result, Fu Chuxi had only gone a few steps when Elder Cui, the hall masters, and the supervisors all came back in a swarm.

Fu Chuxi held Hallmaster Zhu back and asked, "What happened?"

Hall Master Zhu said anxiously: "It's amazing! Someone came to the door and issued a letter of war!"

Fu Chuxi was about to leave, but after hearing this, she couldn't help worrying, so she followed her back.

Mo Chen was touching the flagon from under the chair, using the wine to relieve his worries, he closed his eyes and raised his neck to take a sip. When he opened his eyes, he saw a group of people standing in the room, and Fu Chuxi was among them.

At that moment, Mo Chen thought that time had flown back, and it was back to the morning meeting in the morning.