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"How aboutI leave Rongcheng?" Gu Ming put on a resigned attitude: "I heard that the concubine in front of the young marshal also left Rongcheng. It doesn't matter to meas long as the young marshal lives well!" But in his heart, he was thinking about his whereabouts after leaving Rongcheng.
I heard that the southwest is good, with flowers blooming all the time, spring-like weather all year round, and it will not be affected by war in the future.
Feng Qu¡¯s face was full of disbelief: ¡°What is it about me that makes you so disgusted that you have to leave?¡±
Gu Ming thought to herself: I don¡¯t like anything about you!
But the words that came out of his mouth were completely different.
She said: "Young Marshal, how can you confuse right and wrong? It is clear that the Marshal and Miss Yin want to get married, but I have become a stumbling block on the road to your marriage, and then I took the initiative to leave, but you actually hit me!" She looked extremely aggrieved. It was really pitiful, and there were two tears in his eyes: "You are too bullying!"
Feng Qu was confused: Is that what I meant?
She started crying and hit him on the chest with her little fist: "You bully me and I have no one to support you! You bully me and I was abandoned by my own father! You bully me for not being pretty, and I haven't read many books, so stupid ¡¡±
Feng Qusheng was tall, handsome, and majestic. He was never soft-hearted when he was training with his soldiers in the military camp. Yin Zhenzhu acted like a coquettish girl but also cared about the dignity of a noble lady, showing her own dignity. The two aunts in front of her It was too late to please him, how dare you "do something" to him so coldly.
He was 1.9 meters tall and had a broad chest. He looked down at her crying face full of tears, like an abandoned kitten on a rainy night. She was clearly at the end of her rope, but she was trembling and stretching out her paws to scratch someone.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? bluff.
"You are stupid and stupid!"
Although he should be angry, Feng Qu wanted to laugh.
Gu Ming cried even harder: "I'm just stupid! I'm just stupid!" From the corner of her eye, she saw that the solemn expression on his face had softened, and he was beating harder.
She had little strength, and it was like scratching an itch. It didn¡¯t hurt at all. Feng Qu only found it interesting.
¡ª¡ªCompared with a look of determination to leave him and leave Rongcheng, this look is much cuter.
¡°She¡¯s not pretty yet!¡± he said.
Gu Ming looked up at him in shock, her little fist resting on his chest. In anger, she refused to even say "you": "Don't you have a bad look in your eyes? Are you willing to have it even if I'm not beautiful?"
The eyes that had cried were as clear and clear as gems, and even the hint of fear that usually existed in his tone of wanton accusation seemed to have dissipated.
Feng Qu was dumbfounded: "my eyesight is bad?"
¡ª¡ªMy eyesight is not very good, but I misjudged her. She is obviously a docile little girl, but there are times when she wants to rebel.
She said plausibly: "You said I'm not beautiful!" She burst into tears: "You actually said I'm not beautiful!"
Feng Qu: "Didn't you say you're not beautiful yourself?"
Gu Ming choked with sobs and cried: "I am being self-effacing. Can't you hear that I am being self-effacing? It's like calling yourself a dog's son. Could it be that you are a dog's son?"
"Son of a bitch?" Feng Qu almost laughed so hard that he pulled the arrogant little girl into his arms. His wanton and wild laughter echoed on the second floor: "Why are you so cute?" He lowered his head to stop her from chattering. His little mouth, kissing her so hard that she almost died.
I wish I could devour her.
When she leaned in his arms exhausted, she was full of resentment: Beast! Oh shit! How to continue acting? !
The instigator, Zhou Sihui, covered his swollen buttocks that had been beaten with a cane by his own father, and personally visited Gong Xiyuan at the "Endeavour" newspaper office in order to get Mr. Rongcheng's contact information. However, he was turned away, not even to the editor-in-chief's office. Step inside.
The beautiful female secretary stopped at the door of the office and asked him to leave very politely: "Sir, I am busy with something, and I will not accept visits from unrelated people. I also ask Mr. Tuesday to leave."
When Zhou Sihui left angrily, he heard the female secretary and colleagues pointing behind him: "that person just now is Young Master Zhou from Xiwenli, and he actually has the nerve to come to Mr. Gongxi."
Zhou Sihui: ""
He was as thick-skinned as a pot helmet, and was shattered by the blow at this moment. He wished he could disappear from everyone's sight immediately.
He was not living a good life, and Guan Pengju was not doing well either. He found him out and scolded him.
Guan Pengju was also aggrieved and explained again and again: "Second Young Master, I really didn't know that Uncle Guan Ping was so ignorant of current affairs that he couldn't even care about his cousin's future. In order to vent my anger for Second Young Master, I even talked to Uncle Guan Ping Played for a while?A young master like him relies entirely on his family for his finances. Only when the elders of the Zhou family can't stand the pressure of public opinion and regulate him can this matter be settled. "
Guan Meiyun is convinced by Gu Ming now.
"A Ming, I listen to you!"
Gu Ming laughed: "Master Zhou wants to be famous so much, I will make him famous all over Rongcheng!"
The next afternoon, in the office of the editor-in-chief of Endeavour, Gong Xiyuan opened the thick stack of letters that the secretary had just brought in, and looked at the cover first. This was a habit he had developed recently.
He also has connections in Rongcheng¡¯s education circle. He asked his friends to inquire in various colleges and universities to find Mr. Rongcheng, but he has not received any useful information yet! Then he thought about it, maybe Mr. Rongcheng would contact the newspaper again after seeing his article published, and he would order the letters received by the newspaper every day to be brought to his office for review!
Today, I read the cover first as usual. The first dozen or so letters were not in the handwriting of Mr. Rongcheng. But when I turned to the penultimate letter, I saw the handwriting that I had read countless articles about.
As expected, it is Mr. Rongcheng. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com