Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

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"...Well, I'll be back in a while, it's safe."

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"I will be careful."

He didn't go back yesterday, but Gu Chen found out about Mo Xiaofeng's situation early in the morning. He turned on the phone and asked, which made Mo Xiaofeng a little nervous like a child who did something wrong.

Suddenly he heard the sound of walking beside him, Mo Xiaofeng turned his head and saw Hong Tingyun walking over with his hands on his forehead, looking a little displeased.

"Who's calling?"

Mo Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, the seriousness on his face was slightly relaxed, his eyes looking at Hong Tingyun couldn't help softening a lot, and he inadvertently raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a very faint smile.

"you're awake?"

Mo Xiaofeng's voice was a little joyful inside, and even the end sound was a little bit up. Maybe he didn't notice it himself, but the people inside and outside the microphone could hear it.

Mo Xiaofeng said to the phone again, "I'll explain to you when I get back later," and hung up the phone hastily.

Gu Chen looked at the busy phone and raised his brows slightly, his eyes were a bit surprised, did this little bastard dare to hang up on him?What a rarity!

Hong Tingyun walked up to him and asked again, he thought it was Hong Ye or Hong Jintang's call.

Mo Xiaofeng shook his head, but he didn't hide it from him.

"It's my uncle. The school is on holiday, and the house outside the school is rented for the convenience of my part-time job. I told the landlord a few days ago that I couldn't bear it, so I went back to the theater of my uncle to borrow. Last night He didn't go back, he was worried so he asked."

Hong Tingyun heard that Mo Xiaofeng mentioned him as a relative of his uncle, although he didn't know what kind of complicated relationship it was, he just nodded his head to show that he knew. In fact, what he wanted to know was not this.

There was an accident last night. It is impossible for grandpa and his brother not to receive the letter. It is a bit strange that they haven't called yet.

Are you really assured that he, the bodyguard, can protect you, or do you feel that they are tired after things have happened too many times, and you feel that you will never die?

To be honest, Hong Tingyun was a little lost, even a little disappointed inside.

I wanted to call Master Hong, but after thinking about it, Hong Tingyun called Hong Jintang and told him what happened last night. The latter said he knew, and told him to be careful not to run around. But he didn't ask where he was at the time.

After hanging up the phone, Hong Tingyun's eyes drooped slightly and he didn't know what he was thinking.On the other end, Hong Jintang's face was very serious, with an expression of deep thought.

The wild dog on the side was sitting on the sofa, playing with the butterfly (butterfly) knife in his hand, and couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

"This guy Mo Feng really has some skills!"

Hong Jintang didn't laugh this time, but he somewhat agreed with the wild dog's words.

"Ask someone to check this guy's background again, and he probably missed something."

Mo Xiaofeng took the vest that was thrown aside and put it on over his head. This is an ultra-thin body armor. Mo Xiaofeng always wears it when he goes out. He still has a weapon on his ankle, but yesterday's situation is not suitable. Forget it, his life is more precious than Hong Tingyun's.

After putting on his clothes, Mo Xiaofeng tidied up and prepared to leave.It's too peaceful outside, this guy can get out of bed, and the rest of the matter has nothing to do with him, let Hong Tingyun find someone to pick him up.

Hong Tingyun was stunned for a moment, followed him out of the hotel, stopped a taxi when he saw someone, and hurriedly asked.

"Where are you going?"

Mo Xiaofeng thought it was a bit funny. He worked overtime yesterday, so he got off work early at this hour.She raised her phone to show him the time on the screen, it was only a little past eight o'clock.

"I said, my lord, I should have left work long ago. Even if I can't make up time off today, I haven't gone to work at this point, okay?"

Hong Tingyun was taken aback for a moment, he really forgot about this, he was so depressed that he really wanted to curse.

But what this guy said was so frank that Hong Tingyun choked, and didn't know what to say.

But his subordinates reacted faster than his brain, he opened the car door and got in.Mo Xiaofeng was baffled by his actions, so he heard Hong Tingyun speak directly.

"I am with you."

Mo Xiaofeng thought that after yesterday's incident, this guy was so fearful of death that he couldn't live without him.After taking a blank look at the other party, he let it go. He told the master to drive away quickly.

Mo Xiaofeng was a little reluctant to go to bed, and there was no tranquilizing incense lit, he hardly slept much last night.Right now, I was so sleepy that I really didn't have the energy to make trouble with him.

It was the rush hour for work, and there was a severe traffic jam on the road. Mo Xiaofeng fell asleep unsteadily, leaning his head on Hong Tingyun's body.

The other slipped and almost fell, Hong Tingyun hurriedly caught him and helped him up. When he lowered his head, he saw the long eyelashes on Mo Xiaofeng's tightly closed eyes, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was not sleeping at all comfortably.

This was the second time he saw Mo Xiaofeng's sleeping face up close.Last time, this guy had a bad attitude and almost broke his hand, but now he is very quiet, not like a violent person at all.

Mo Xiaofeng's clothes smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, which wasn't pleasant, but his hair had been washed, and it smelled like the hotel's light floral shampoo.

The car stopped and went, and it took half an hour to reach the city center. Hong Tingyun woke him up and got out of the car.

This was the first time that Hong Tingyun noticed such a magical place in the urban area.

On one side is the most prosperous area in the city center, and on the other side is a quiet ancient alley, and the peaceful atmosphere of the old street is everywhere.

Hong Tingyun followed Mo Xiaofeng on the long street, and there was a sound of people wanting to drink from the teahouse not far away.Gaiwan, spout, surprise, uproar, all of these are completely different from the world he lives in.

The road is full of smoke and fire, but it is full of tranquility and peace, and the elegance of being quiet in a noisy place. The two of them passed through the crowd, as if they were looking for a prophet who was hidden in the city.

The winter morning was a bit cold, but the morning light still didn't give much warmth to the two of them, and even the air carried the bone-chilling coldness of the past.Hong Tingyun followed Mo Xiaofeng one by one, but he felt that everything seemed different.

It took a few steps to reach the middle of the alley. On one side of the road was a four-story ancient building surrounded by gray bluestone brick walls and a small garden beside it.

The gate is built like an ancient temple gate, with an ancient flavor, it is hard to imagine that this is a pear garden.

As soon as Hong Tingyun looked up, he saw the plaque hanging on it, with the words "Qingpinglou" engraved in a fluttering pattern.

Hong Tingyun had never been to this kind of place.Although Hong Guanrong is also very particular about the old-fashioned way, he has been living in Songhe Temple for the past few years.But he doesn't like to listen to operas, and it's about the same for those who grow flowers and grass and play horse tag games.

As soon as the two of them entered the door, a woman in ancient clothes greeted them, she seemed to be familiar with Mo Xiaofeng.

After the two of them exchanged a few words, she led Mo Xiaofeng around the corridor and walked inside. Hong Tingyun didn't know why, so he could only follow.

An old gentleman on the stage was talking about the storytelling in good spirits, and there were some audience members below, all of whom were elderly people.

They ordered a pot of tea and sipped peanuts and melon seeds. Some of the stools beside them had a birdcage covered with a blue cover. The group of people murmured happily.

Turning around a corner, Hong Tingyun saw the real master.It's not that he knew him, but that the man was too conspicuous in this garden.

The man was wearing a simple v-neck sweater, revealing his slender collarbone, and his hair was hanging in pieces on his forehead. He was only a little older than him, and he looked like he might not be as old as Hong Jintang.

He was sitting alone at this table in the corner of the lobby. On the table were all kinds of exquisite breakfasts, served on snow-white porcelain plates.

Standing behind him are two women dressed in ancient costumes who lead the way, and their posture looks a bit like a maidservant.

An older man stood aside. He was wearing a smoky Chinese-style gown, his hair was combed back meticulously, and he was very energetic. He was serving vegetables for the young man sitting there.

The old man saw Mo Xiaofeng walking over first, lowered his head and said something to the young man beside him, the man turned his head and saw them, raised his hand and beckoned them to come over.

Only then did Hong Tingyun see the other person's face clearly. He looked really young. He raised his eyebrows and looked as if he was not in high spirits, as if he hadn't woken up.It's just that pair of eyes are full of ghosts, as if some bad idea is being held in his stomach.

Hong Tingyun had some feelings. The feeling he gave him could be described in eight words, "unrestrained, perverse personality", with a kind of rhythm of Mo Feng's enhanced personality.It's just that Mo Feng was really sullen when he was sullen, he locked himself up like a muffled gourd, but this guy was the type who never wronged himself.

Mo Xiaofeng stood still in front of Gu Chen, changed his previous indifferent attitude, honestly hung his hands on the hem of his trousers, and called him softly.

"Uncle Master."

Hong Tingyun's eyes widened a little, is this guy so senior?

I heard Mo Feng said before that he came back from the army and learned cross talk for a period of time. He was a master and apprentice with his father. His uncle and his father are the same master, but he is so young, the kind of closed disciple?

Well, Hong Tingyun said that he has a new understanding of the relationship between master and disciple in the cross talk industry.

"Have you eaten? Sit down and eat."

The man said something again, and his attitude turned out to be kind and loving.

With the face of the other party, Hong Tingyun couldn't quite get used to it.

Just as he was about to say that he and Mo Feng had already eaten on the way, he saw that the person had already sat down obediently.

Gu Chen's eyes fell on Hong Tingyun's face, and at this moment there was a bit of interest on his face, he looked him up and down for a few seconds, and then asked with a smile.

"Who is this? Your friend?"

In Gu Chen's dictionary, the word "friend" weighs as much as a thousand catties, so Mo Xiaofeng naturally knows it.He thought for a while without admitting or denying it, and just said with a normal expression.

"His name is Hong Tingyun."

Gu Chen knew about Mo Xiaofeng's "new job". He never objected to him doing anything. The chick would never fly high if he didn't let go. All he could do was to provide him with all support and satisfy his wishes to the maximum everything, nothing more.Because they are the same kind of people.

Gu Chen stared at Hong Tingyun's face for a few times, and gradually put away his probing look, revealing a hint of bewilderment.

"It's him."

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