470. Chapter 470 Strange Mr. Xiao: Gong Si followed me back to Xiao's house
The faintly fragrant evening breeze carried a hint of coolness. The dim lights swayed with the wind, creating a hazy light and shadow, elongating the figure of the man standing under the tree.
In Geshasa's opinion, the man under the tree is more suitable for staying in ancient times, the kind of peach-blossom man who can look at all living beings sideways, or the supreme king who is high above, but she can actually sit on the treetop and look down at him through the sparse light and shadow.
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But that person didn't move either. Just standing like this. What did it mean?
Geshasa felt uneasy in her heart. She had never been afraid of anyone in her life, but the one under the tree always made her fearful for no reason. Behind his charming smiling eyes, there was always coldness and arrogance hidden behind him.
Such a man is just like the kind of people in Luo City who are more ruthless than anyone else when they are ruthless.
In Gong Si, she saw the cruelty of love. Some people are like blood-eating poppies, unable to guess or touch.
Gong Si stood in the living room, looking up from time to time at Geshasa who was hiding in the tree, and then at Xiao Mo who was standing still like an old monk. This man and woman were very patient, and could be so calm.
Neither one of them said anything, and both of them were guessing what the other was thinking.
It's not good for a man to be too deep. She still thinks Luo City is easier to deal with.
Luo Cheng was waiting anxiously. If he wanted to play tricks elsewhere, why did he choose Luo Zhai? If it weren't for Xiao Mo and Geshasa, why would he stand here and blow the cold wind when he already has the warm and fragrant jade in his arms?
"Correspondent Gong, let's go back to the house. It's very windy outside." Luo Cheng put his arms around Gong Si's waist and dragged her back to the hall.
Unexpectedly, the next moment Gong Si was like a slippery fish, she quickly broke away from his control and went to the entrance of the hall to watch the excitement.
"Bring a knife over here and chop down this poplar tree!" This time Gong Si arrived at the door and heard Xiao Mo speak matter-of-factly, as if Luo Zhai was his home and this old poplar tree was planted by him.
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Geshasa was shocked when she heard this, but Gong Si was indignant. She rushed to Xiao Mo and shouted: "Don't chop!!"
Xiao Mo looked at her deeply and opened his thin lips: "Gong Si, don't be ridiculous..."
"Is this what I should say to you? You are the one who is talking nonsense. This is not your home, and you have no right to chop down this tree!!" Gong Si interrupted Xiao Mo, always feeling that Xiao Mo's voice was too gentle when he spoke to her.
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Xiao Mo has always been a very stubborn person, what is wrong with him?
"Young Master Luo didn't even speak..."
"Journalist Gong said it can't be cut, so it can't be done!" Luo Cheng also interrupted Xiao Mo and stood in the same country as Gong Si.
Xiao Mo looked at the man and woman in front of him with a half-smile, then suddenly patted Gong Si on the head and asked: "If Luo Zhai is not having fun, how about following me back to Xiao's house?"
As soon as he said this, everyone present was shocked, even Geshasa who was hiding in the tree was stunned.
Is it possible that she is being sentimental? Xiao Mo came to Luo Zhai not for her, but for Gong Si?
Gong Si finally found her voice and laughed twice: "Master Xiao really loves to joke." She glanced at the poplar tree pointedly, reminding Xiao Mo of Ge Sasa's existence.
She didn’t want Geshasa to misunderstand that she had an affair with Xiao Mo!
"I'm not kidding. If Luo Zhai is not happy, I welcome you to the Xiao family. As long as you are willing, I am willing to pick the stars in the sky for you." Xiao Mo looked at Gong Si with a smile on his face, and what he said made the audience even more excited.
Everyone is unhappy.
"If I asked you to help Luo City regain the position of Luo Corporation's president, would you be willing?" Gong Si asked sarcastically.
