Reborn Shadow Queen: Jun Shao's favorite

Chapter 219 Don't Care

Bai Mo waved his hand, and said seriously: "Li Mo, is your mission this time to find the subordinates of two drug lords?"

Tang Limo knew that he might have met him as soon as he heard it, and nodded without thinking: "You probably won't..."

"Yes, I met both of them." Bai Mo put down the medicine box behind him and shivered.

Hu Su and the others held their breath when they heard that, put down the things in their hands and began to put on equipment on their bodies. There will be a fierce battle in a while.

Tang Limo took a coat for Bai Mo to put on, and heard him continue: "I saved a person, we lost our way and were resting in a cave, and then we ran into the people you want to arrest, and I gave them anesthesia , I made a mark on the road when I came back, and you can follow the mark to find the cave."

Bai Mo stretched out his finger in one direction, his face was full of exhaustion, his body was frozen, and now he was wrapped in a coat, the temperature gradually rose, but he was really sleepy.

Seeing his appearance, Tang Limo waved his hands, signaling them to get their weapons ready to go, and turned to look at him: "You can rest here, and leave the rest to us."

Bai Mo didn't refuse, wrapped in his coat, opened the tent and walked in.

Zhang Tian and Zhao Liang were also full of surprises when they saw him, Zhang Tian reluctantly sat up: "Where have you been these few days, you worry us to death."

Bai Mo forced a smile: "I got lost, so I didn't come back."

After he finished speaking, he lay down on the sleeping bag, and the drowsiness hit him in bursts, and he fell into a drowsy sleep almost instantly.

It was already bright, and when Murong Chuan opened his eyes, he was stimulated by the bright outside and burst into tears. He licked his chapped lips, and wanted to move but found that his whole body was in pain.

The butler pushed the door open and came in, he was relieved to see him open his eyes, and put the porridge in his hand on the table: "Master, you finally woke up!"

His head was still a little dazed, struggling to recall what happened before he passed out, he turned to look at the butler: "I'm a little thirsty."

The butler responded, raised his hand, poured a glass of water and carefully adjusted it to the right temperature before handing it to him: "Master, don't fight against the master in the future, it's still you who will suffer, try to let everything go smoothly."

Murong Chuan took a sip of the water, his warm nose sore, he nodded when he heard the housekeeper's words: "I see, they... haven't come yet?"

"Master, he has a lot of things to do, he's busy, young master, don't think too much." The butler put down the water glass and brought the porridge to his lips.

He reached out and took it: "I'll do it myself!"

The housekeeper didn't refuse, and sat on the sidelines looking at him with some distress: "Master, you scared the master this time. Although he said he was strict with you, he actually still cares about you."

care?It's ridiculous.

For such a long time, no matter how well he did, in Murong Ao's heart he was still inferior to that dead brother.

Thinking of this, he put the porridge on the table and closed his eyes tiredly: "I'm a little sleepy, you go out!"

Seeing his appearance, the butler didn't want to say anything, he sighed and turned to go out.

Hearing the housekeeper's footsteps drifting away, Murong Chuan opened his eyes, looking at the snow-white ceiling, his heart felt desolate.

Now he wants to know, if he dies, will Murong Ao find another person to replace him, just like he replaced his elder brother whom he has never met.

But he can't die. If he dies, his mother must die too. This feeling of being alive is better than being dead.

Thinking of this, Murong Chuan closed his eyes, barely held back his tears, and just fell asleep like this.

It was already evening when he woke up again, he was lying so weak that he simply sat up on his own, moving his whole body with one hair, the welts on his body were screaming and screaming, sending out sharp pain.

Murong Chuan frowned, endured the pain, put on his slippers and stood up. He wanted to go to the bathroom, but he heard voices as soon as he reached the door.

"Are you okay? It shouldn't affect the filming. Use foundation to cover it up." It was a male voice.

Then a somewhat familiar voice floated over, as if he had heard it somewhere before: "It's okay, you can continue to work, director, Gu Niannian is also unintentional, so don't bother with her."

"Only you are so kind, anyone with a discerning eye can see that girl did it on purpose." Xu Jie said angrily, and his disgust for Gu Niannian increased a bit.

The female voice chuckled: "She is also impulsive, I'm fine."

Murong Chuan was very sensitive when he heard Gu Niannian's name. The footsteps of the two people outside the door got farther and farther away, and he couldn't help frowning. He recognized the voice just now, it was Ruan Jingjing's, no wonder it sounded so familiar.

When she said that, it was clear that she was discrediting Gu Niannian. It seemed that she was going to be in big trouble again this time.

Thinking of this, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed Gu Niannian's number. After the phone rang for a while, he hung up. Murong Chuan glanced at the sky outside and guessed that Gu Niannian had already fallen asleep.

The air in the deep winter was extremely cold. When the housekeeper opened the door and came in, he happened to see him standing in front of the window and didn't know what he was thinking. His thin clothes were blown up by the cold wind, and he turned on all the heating in the room.

"Young master, the master is here to see you." Murong Ao, the butler, pushed him away and walked in before finishing his sentence. Seeing Murong Chuan's expression, his face darkened: "Do you think I will pity you like this?"

"Father." Murong Chuan turned his head and lowered his eyebrows pleasingly! "I didn't mean that, it's just that the room was a little stuffy just now."

Murong Ao raised his feet and walked in front of him, looking at the person who looked somewhat similar to him, the corners of his lips curled up coldly: "It's true that the longer you grow, the more you resemble your brother."

Murong Chuan's heart trembled, and he stood there obediently without saying a word. When Murong Ao looked at him like this, he became angry: "Look at your appearance, you are far from your brother. Let me tell you, yesterday If things like this happen a second time, you and your dying mother will get the hell out of Murong's house."

"Father, I promise this is the last time."

Murong Ao sneered and turned around, with undisguised sarcasm in his eyes: "It's best to remember your own words, otherwise I won't even look at you even if you die."

After finishing speaking, he lifted his feet and left without a trace of nostalgia. Murong Chuan looked at his back and quietly clenched his fists.

The housekeeper stepped forward to help him to lie down on the bed: "Young master, don't pay attention to what the master said. In fact, he has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. After you fainted yesterday, you didn't see his anxious look."

Murong Chuan didn't speak, he was anxious because he was anxious about his death.

(End of this chapter)