Gu Fenglin smiled slightly: "What's so difficult about this?"
He stood up and went out. Ye Zhou had been waiting outside. When he saw him coming out, he saluted respectfully and said, "Sir."
Gu Fenglin said: "You try to sneak into Jingzhao Mansion, find Fu Youcai, find out who is behind him, and where the missing twins went."
"Yes." Ye Zhou responded and stepped back.
Gu Fenglin stopped him: "I plan to open the sub-rudder of Huanhua Tower in Beijing and do a good job."
A glimmer of light flashed in Ye Zhou's eyes, and he said excitedly: "Yes."
Gu Fenglin turned back to the inner room, where Mu Yunhan had fallen asleep leaning on the chair.
He walked over quietly, covered her with a thin blanket, sat down on the carpet, and gently rested his head on her lap.
Thinking of her sitting quietly in the same room with Gu Yilan last night, he couldn't help but feel resentful and jealous.
He wanted to stay with her forever, facing each other day and night.
She has her own ideals and pursuits.
He could have cut off her wings, forcing her to lean on him, depend on him, and stay by his side all the time.
But he thought that Mu Yunhan like that might not be the Mu Yunhan he liked.
Rather, she is one of countless Mu girls who have nothing special except for providing blood.
Gu Fenglin sighed and gently held Mu Yunhan's hand.
There were fresh needle holes on her wrists, which were the scars left by his medicine.
He kissed her carefully, again and again.
She is his flesh and blood.
Mu Yunhan had a long dream, in which she and Gu Fenglin were the only ones.
They wandered among the sea of flowers, the sky was high and the sky was high, the wind was gentle and the clouds were light.
He is carrying her and is in good health.
She wore a wreath on her head and laughed heartily.
No hatred, no sorrow.
Mu Yunhan couldn't help but chuckle and woke up with a smile.
Suddenly she felt heavy on her legs. When she lowered her head, she saw that Gu Fenglin was lying on her legs and fell asleep.
Her heart was filled with tenderness and sweetness, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch the top of his hair, where she saw a few white hairs.
Mu Yunhan was startled, thinking he was dazzled.
But if you look closely, you can see that the hair is indeed white.
She put her hand on his bony shoulder.
Tears burst out of her eyes suddenly, and her heart ached.
He was under so much pressure that he probably couldn't sleep well at night.
She gently wiped away her tears and covered him with the blanket. She remained motionless and kept her original position, hoping that he would have a peaceful sleep.
There has never been a moment like this when she couldn't wait to be his bride and stay with him day and night.
She wanted to take care of him, let him grow more flesh and have less gray hair.
No one felt sorry for him, she came to feel sorry for him.
No one loves him, she loves him.
The sun sets in the west and the cold wind blows.
There was a scratching sound outside the window. Xuan Jin squeezed in through the gap in the window, jumped to the ground lightly, looked up at Mu Yunhan, and called out obediently: "Meow~"
It's hungry.
Mu Yunhan raised his finger to signal it to silence.
However, it was already too late. Gu Fenglin moved, opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment, smiling slightly.
"You're still here." His voice was hoarse, but with a different kind of satisfaction and charm.
"You're here, I'm not going anywhere." Mu Yunhan held his face and looked into his eyes.
The light of the setting sun shone brightly and warmly on his face.
Unexpectedly, she thought of the silent young man sitting under the wisteria trellis, looking at her and smiling quietly. (To be continued)