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When Feng Chen came back smelling of alcohol, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. When he saw two guard dogs at the door of 602, he was very surprised: "Why are you squatting at the door if you don't go in?"
Tang Ping ran around with Liu Zi for a whole day and rushed back to report without even eating dinner. However, he was kicked out and was very sad.
When the guards in the dark saw Adjutant Tang's dejected look, they knew that the young marshal must be in a bad mood again today. He didn't even have anyone to replace them at dinner, so they were allowed to stay at the door.
Tang Ping: "Today the young marshal went to see Mr. Song and seemed to have met Miss Gu."
"Miss Gu?" Feng Chen became happy: "How is she?"
Tang Ping: "I took a look from a distance He seemed to be looking good."
Feng Chen suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand, the eldest brother must have thought that Mr. Gu would live a particularly miserable life after leaving him, but he didn't expect that she would live a particularly good life, so he felt uncomfortable and vented his anger on you?"
Tang Ping opened his mouth and swallowed back what he said - the young marshal heard that there was a young man hanging around Miss Gu, and he felt unhappy!
He suddenly thought that when a group of people entered and came out of the bookstore, there was a young man standing next to Gu Ming. Did the young marshal who was also inside see something else?
Tang Ping seems to have discovered something extraordinary. I really regret not accompanying him today!
Feng Chen had automatically found the answer. He pushed the door in and saw Feng Qu sitting on the sofa in a daze with a glass of red wine. He finally couldn't help but complain: "Brother, you are too petty!"
Feng Qu was shocked by his modest words, and his eyes turned cold: "What did you say?"
Feng Chen shrank his neck, his drunkenness made him daring, and he actually repeated it again: "Brother, you are too petty! Just because Mr. Gu left you and had such a good life, you actually took it out on the adjutant of the bodyguard beside you! Mr. Gu After breaking up with you, shouldn¡¯t you hope that the woman you once had will live a good life?¡±
Feng Qu thought to himself: Am I such a person?
He answered the question inappropriately: "Achen, am I particularly bad to her?"
"Who?" Feng Chen immediately understood: "Oh, you mean Mr. Gu? Of course it's not good!" He was immersed in his own emotions and didn't notice Feng Qu's gloomy look, and he talked: "Brother, you Think about it, what era are we in now? An old-school man with a high position like my father only has a bunch of concubines at home. How many young people have concubines? They all advocate monogamy!"
In fact, although there are fewer concubines among young people, there are more divorces, cheating, and cohabitation under the banner of freedom of marriage and love. There are also staunch supporters of monogamy among the new-school figures, such as Gong Xiyuan.
This is an era of alternation between the old and the new. The old marriage form has not yet died, and the new marriage form has not yet been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and fully established. Everything is still being tried and explored, just like this country that is torn apart by disasters.
Feng Qu is used to being a star in the crowd, and the army never takes women seriously. All kinds of dirty jokes come out one after another. When a cannonball falls in front of the battle, life or death is only a matter of seconds; he was taught by Marshal Feng personally. Yes, subtly, I don¡¯t think there is anything wrong with a man having three wives and four concubines.
Feng Chen has received a new education, and he has long been dissatisfied with the way Marshal Feng treats women. However, due to his father's authority, he does not dare to criticize. He is not so polite to the seemingly confused Feng Qu.
"Besides, a talented woman like Mr. Gu attaches great importance to gender equality. You see that her articles are all about speaking out for women. Why don't I resist your oppression?"
"Ioppressed her?"
"You don't oppress her. You are talking about marriage with Yin Zhenzhu, and at the same time you still hope that she will be loyal to you? Brother, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. From another perspective, if she is with you while also Are you able to do this when you are talking about marriage to another man and you are required to be devoted to her?"
Feng Qu was completely stunned by his words.
He finally understood the reason why he was very upset today. It was not because she had a good life after she left and was uncomfortable, but because after she left, she became very close to other men, and maybe she would talk about marriage as the situation progressed - no, maybe Are you already talking about marriage right now?
The young marshal of the military government is the son of a local emperor. There is no problem if he really wants to choose a concubine. If the news is spread, many girls come to apply for the election. In Feng Qu's habitual thinking since he was a child, the status of women is naturally lower than that of a concubine. A man has never put himself in a woman's shoes.
¡°No one has ever told me frankly in person.Products.
For some reason, Feng Qu felt relieved.
Gu Ming put away the clothes on the sofa and asked them to sit down: "The house is a bit shabby, so just sit down and wait for me to change clothes."
She closed the bedroom door, changed into a crescent-white cheongsam, tied her hair in a loose bun, styled it a little, took a deep breath, and opened the door with determination to rush to the battlefield.
In the living room, the Feng brothers had already taken their seats. She quietly looked around while making tea and realized that Feng Qu was very strange today.
Feng Qu is a person with a strong sense of presence. Perhaps because of his childhood status, he seems to have no scruples no matter where he goes. But today, sitting in her small living room, he seems to be very reserved, with his hands neatly placed on his knees. , with his back straight, his lips pursed tightly, and his slightly cold eyes motionless, it would be an exaggeration to say that he is a sculpture.
A cold, reserved, unsmiling man.
It¡¯s so weird.
She made tea and sent it over, and sat down: "You two are here today, but are you busy?"
Feng Qu was silent. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com