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Rong Ju couldn't bear it in the end, and released the restrictions on Li Xingmo's light brain, so that he could have a channel to understand the situation of the battle when he stayed at home.

The current situation is already very unfavorable for Friedham. If Rong Ju's prediction is correct, then Friedham's victory in this war is almost certain, and I believe Li Xingmo can also see it.

It’s just that seeing it and accepting it emotionally are two different things. After all, there has never been a doctor in the world who gave up rescuing a patient knowing that there is no cure. Facing the increasingly silent Li Xingmo, he was helpless.

The house leak coincided with the continuous night rain. Lance asked him to be careful and concealed some time ago. Now there is news that Ling Mi may have realized something. Recently, his actions have been restrained a lot. The line they were trying to connect was broken again. The next step is to do not know what to do.

In fact, Rong Ju was not very relieved of the latter—or rather, he originally hoped that Lance's pursuit would not have any results. If the missing list was really related to Ling Mi and the others, it would undoubtedly prove it This has something to do with Bu Luo Xing, so what should he do, tell Li Xingmo the truth?

After thinking about it, he couldn't find a solution that gave the best of both worlds, so he went home with a heavy heart.

Li Xingmo was tending those flowers and plants, and there were many light screens stacked in front of his eyes, all of which were reports about the battle between Friedham and Etter, and the other party seemed to be trying to find traces of people he cared about from these reports , but the result is self-evident.

Rong Ju's heart sank heavily, he walked over and waved the light screen aside, Li Xingmo just glanced at him, and didn't do much to stop him, on the contrary, he said something more with a guilty conscience : "It is said that the current situation is much better than before..."

"Rong Ji," Li Xingmo interrupted him suddenly, "I seem to have forgotten something in your other room."

They have been living in the small hotel that Rong Ju paid a lot of money for now, and they have tacitly accepted that this is their home. Rong Ju's words were interrupted, and he subconsciously asked: "What is it? I'll get it for you. "

"I want to go by myself." Li Xingmo looked at him calmly, "I haven't gone out for a long time."

Rong Ju fell silent suddenly, not knowing how to respond, he could only listen to Li Xingmo continue to say, "You can stay with me, don't worry, I've already promised you, I won't run away again."

Li Xingmo's eyes were slightly black and blue, which showed the other party's worries hidden under the calm surface. Rong Ju looked at him, but his heart was soft after all, and he couldn't bear to agree: "Okay, I'll be with you."

Then he suddenly remembered something and rolled his eyes, "It's just... My boy, I left something over there, it's for you, and I just gave it to you together."

Li Xingmo is no longer what he used to be, and he is not interested in the mysterious gift he is about to receive, but Rong Ju seems to be very excited, talking about it all the way, as if he is about to take out some priceless treasure. Pinching Li Xingmo's slender fingers, he said affectionately: "It should have been given to you a long time ago."

Then he said to himself: "Well...it's not too late."

Rong Ju is used to asking and answering questions in front of Li Xingmo, and firmly believes that what he is going to give is a gift more precious than re-enacted memories. The two returned to another house in a space car. Li Xingmo rummaged for a while, then turned to look at the house. Rong Ju, who stood still, asked a little suspiciously, "Aren't you also looking for something?"

"Is there any reason for your gift?" Rong Ju smiled and stood in the middle of the living room, "Xing Mo, I have a hunch that this will be a gift you will never forget."

Li Xingmo looked at him for a moment, and finally turned around helplessly, "You must give me a specific location."

"In the bedroom."

The bedroom reminds people of bad memories. After Rong Ju finished speaking, he frowned as if secretly regretting it, but Li Xingmo seemed completely indifferent to it. He just nodded and immediately turned around and walked into the bedroom. As his footsteps slowly lit up, he first found a large bouquet of delicate roses in the center of the bedroom.

"...?"

Li Xingmo turned back to look at Rong Zhe suspiciously, and the other party looked like a young boy, his ears were faintly red under the light, "For you, boy, this time it's not just a gift for Buddha."

Rong Zhe's long legs were still covering up the short and fat robot butler. At this time, he finally squeezed in from the other party's legs with great difficulty, and gave a strong sense of presence: "Mr. [Li Xingmo] and Mr. [Rong Ju], A happy marriage for a hundred years."

"Thank you for the blessing, it will be." Rong Ju listened to the blessing of this man who broke the human brain without changing his face, and lightly kicked the robot's ass with his toes, and said shamelessly across the river and demolished the bridge , "You can go now."

The robot dared not speak angrily from the gap it got in and then struggled to leave. Before leaving, it emitted a puff of black tail smoke with resentment.

Rong Ju: ...

He was annoyed thinking that one day he would dismantle this crap and sell it for scrap, when he raised his eyes, he was caught off guard by Li Xingmo's unrepentant smile, who leaned down and sniffed the roses, "This is the present? ... can it be?" Take it back and grow it for a while, maybe it can prolong the flowering period."

"Of course it's more than this." Rong Ju took a step forward impatiently, but stopped in a reserved manner. He clenched his hands into fists and coughed lightly, "Any flower is not a gift you should expect , Xingmo, I want it to become a necessity in your life, and I also want you to receive flowers every day, without having to work hard to prolong the flowering period, and the flowering period is all year round."

Mr. Rong began to feel shy again after a long time, so he forced to enter the next stage, "Okay, hurry up and find your present."

Fortunately, the bedroom itself is not very big, and the furnishings inside are also simple. Li Xingmo turned the cabinets and other things upside down under Rong Ju's intentional or unintentional instructions, and only missed turning over the bed, but what? He couldn't find it, but when he turned his head, he found that Rong Ju was always smiling, and his temper rose. He sat down on the side of the bed and pointed out very coldly: "There is nothing at all."

"How could I lie to you."

"You..." Li Xingmo won't act coquettishly like before, he held back for a while, and finally said sullenly, "I won't look for it anymore."

Rong Ju couldn't hold back his laughter. He stood in front of Li Xingmo and gave Li Xingmo one last hint, "Hey boy, I'm in the room too."

Li Xingmo raised his eyelids, and then as if realizing something, he stretched out his hand in disbelief, and touched the other person's pocket carefully, and finally he touched a hard object, square and square, like a small box, he felt a little bit He took it out suspiciously, but Rong Ju pressed his hand, and the two of them worked together to take the thing out together.

"..."

Lying in the palm of Li Xingmo's hand was a small box made of velvet, which made him a little cowardly afraid to open it at this moment.

The two of them started from an unhappy agreement and cooperation, and also went through a lot of ups and downs together. God is sorry, at this moment, they finally found a moment of stability. Rong Zhe knelt on one knee with a trembling voice: "Good boy... Li Xingmo, will you marry me?" good?"

In this way, the past will be void, the ring will conclude the marriage, and Li Xingmo will marry him again. Rong Ju superstitiously believes that they will have a smooth and bright future.

But Li Xingmo was silent for a long time. If it wasn't for the tears that had already flowed down the opponent's cheeks, Rong Ju would almost have thought that the opponent was indifferent.

The last tear fell on the back of his hand holding the ring box, and Rong Ju heard the other party say softly:

"I've married you thousands of times."