Gu Qingcheng honked the horn twice, pulling Yang Muxiao's thoughts back. She turned her head to look at Gu Qingcheng and only then realized that she hadn't thought of a countermeasure yet. The more she spoke, the more mistakes she'd make, so she raised her hand and said, "Ah, sorry Shen Shao, I have poor signal here...I can't hear what you're saying...Yes, yes, I'm currently out of town, let me contact you when I get back, okay? Alright then, goodbye."

  Holding the phone up to his head, he shouted out one last sentence, then firmly pressed the hang-up button and let out a long sigh.

  Dealing with Shen's family is one thing, but if it were Shen San Shao himself, that would be a different story altogether.

  "Whose phone?"

  Yang Mu Xiao's heart had just calmed down, but it was lifted again in an instant. He turned around and smiled: "It's... my dad."

  Gu Qingcheng sat relatively close to her, and the phone's ringing sound made it impossible not to hear whether the other person was a man or a woman. The "sister" that had reached his lips changed at the last minute.

  "Oh," Gu Qingcheng said, "your cell phone signal is poor, you can use mine to call back."

  "It's okay, I'll be leaving in two days anyway."

  "How did you know I'm leaving in two days?"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Isn't it going to take much longer?

  It wasn't long before Gu Qingcheng temporarily stayed at Ya's hotel, taking Yang Fengxiao to visit the City God Temple and Xujiahui during his spare time. At night, they went to the Bund, where Yang Fengxiao was enthusiastically taking photos with her phone, while Gu Qingcheng followed behind with his hands in his pockets.

  Gu Qingcheng was the same as Xu Mochen, not liking to take photos. Every time Yang Fuxiao raised her phone, Gu Qingcheng would stretch out her palm and cover Yang Fuxiao's phone. However, she still secretly took a few shots of her side profile and back view.

  Yang Fuxiao sat alone on a bench in Century Park flipping through her phone photos, the sunset's afterglow casting a golden light on her profile.

  Looking at the side profile of Gu Qingcheng, she suddenly remembered the first time she secretly took a photo of Xu Mochen's hand. She was so excited that she treated her phone like a treasure, but it was still snatched away by Xu Mochen. Looking at the photo she had just taken, Xu Mochen frowned and said, "What kind of ghost did you take a picture of?"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Xu Mochen is very self-critical, saying he doesn't look good in photos. But even Xin Man says he looks so handsome it's infuriating to both humans and gods.

  She grasped her phone tightly, closed her eyes deeply, and felt a pang in her heart.

  Xu Muhuang, I really miss you, really miss you.

  If you really come back, be sure to tell me.

  …………

  After two days of crazy play in Shanghai, Yang Fuxiao had a red rash on his back and shoulders, which was very itchy. He went to the dermatology department of the hospital and found out that he was allergic due to an unfamiliar environment.

  Gu Qingcheng decided to let her recuperate in the hotel.

  "Let her be."

  However, as long as there was internet and a mobile phone, Yang Fuxiao could stay alone at home without going out. Fortunately, Shen San's phone number quietly lay in her phone and didn't ring again. After hiding in the hotel for two days, finally someone came to care about her life or death on that night.

  Yang Fuxiao jumped out of bed to open the door and was surprised to find that the person standing at the door was actually Dong Zhe.

  "Boss told me to come pick you up."

  The possible reason for the night light, Dong Zhe's hair shadow was cast on his face, and with a knife scar at the end of his eyebrow, it looked like a group of demons dancing wildly.

  "Okay, wait for me while I change clothes."

  "This is what Boss has prepared for you."

  Dong Zhe said as he handed over the gift box in his hand to Yang Muxiao.

  Because Yang Fu Xiao's shoulders and back were all red with small rashes, this time Gu Qing Cheng prepared a more conservative dress for her, with a high waist and collar that covered her shoulders and back. With the addition of pearl earrings, she wouldn't embarrass Gu Qing Cheng when they went out.

  Yang Mu Xiao glanced in the mirror, simply applied some foundation and lipstick, casually tied up her hair, put on a pair of three-centimeter low heels as a transitional period, and got into the car with Dong Zhe.

  Dong Zhe should have been more considerate of Yang Fu Xiao, the car speed was not fast, the branches outside the window came in through the window, and the light and shadow intersected and changed, for a moment it was like a movie that had been deliberately slowed down for effect.

  Yang brushed off the dawn and turned his head to look at Dong Zhe, whose age should not be older than Gu Qingcheng. However, judging from the scars on his face, he might have been a fugitive in the past.

  "How did you and Gu Qingcheng meet?"

  Dong Zhe didn't answer, and for a moment the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

  Yang Mo didn't mind and asked again: "I heard that he had a nickname called Jade-Faced Wolf on the Taoist path before, is it true?"

  "Yes."

  This time, Dong Zhe spoke up and said one word.

  Yang suddenly understood that Dong Zhe was probably not good at talking, and long-winded speeches couldn't be spoken unless it was a yes or no answer.

  "You've been following your boss at home for three years... has he had a girlfriend or fiancée or something?"

  "No."

  This time, Dong Zhe replied quickly and directly denied it.

  Yang Furrowed her brow, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, so she took out her phone and searched the web: "Every time they mention Gu Qingcheng online, there's this sentence... Iron-plated White Moonlight, flowing water Red Rose, isn't White Moonlight Qin Song?"

  At their first meeting in the cemetery, she also heard Gu Qingcheng call Qin Sheng "Sheng'er".

  Maybe Yang Fu Xiao asked a bit too much this time, and Dong Zhe didn't answer again.

  "So you think, for your boss, I am a White Moonlight or a Red Rose?"

  The car came to a smooth stop, and Yang Wuxiao took a glance at the window outside, where a magnificent clubhouse stood, somewhat like a castle, with lights dotting it, dazzlingly brilliant.

  The doorman at the entrance helped open the car door. As Yang Fuxiao got out with his bag, he heard Dong Zhe's voice behind him: "None of them are."

  Yang Zixiao's footsteps paused, turned his face around, took a glance at Dong Zhe whose half of the face was shaded by shadows, and raised his hand to close the car door.

  As soon as they entered the door, a servant came forward. After Yang Guoxiao explained their intention, the servant led the way in front of them and said, "This way, please, miss."

  High heels clicked on the marble floor, making a crisp sound.

  Yang followed the servant, while glancing at the warm yellow lights in the corridor and the murals on both sides, also observing other people in the corridor, all of whom were dressed in formal attire or evening gowns, looking like they were either wealthy or noble.

  The waiter stopped in front of a private room door, "This is it."

  Yang Baoxia knocked on the door twice, but no one came to open it.

  She was slightly perplexed, and the servant beside her had already turned the brass door handle, opening the door.

  "Mr. Gu got drunk and wanted to ask our staff here for help to take care of him, just as you arrived..."

  There's no need to say more about it from now on.

  Yang Mou Xiao nodded in thanks, closed the door behind him and even locked it.

  This suite is similar to a hotel suite, but with Irish style features, mainly dark tones matched with richly colored walls, giving a luxurious visual impact.

  Gu Qingcheng lay on a brown long sofa, his white shirt was wrinkled, the collar was unbuttoned with three buttons, and half of his chest was exposed. On the floor, there was also an empty cognac bottle.

  Yang Fuxiao walked closer, smelling a pungent smell of wine, slightly furrowed his brow, standing by the bed looking down at Gu Qingcheng, "Are you drunk?"

  Gu Qing's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and her eyelids fluttered slightly without opening.

  Yang Mo Xiao reached out and pinched Gu Qing Cheng's nose, Gu Qing Cheng grunted and raised his hand to brush hers away.

  With a slap, Yang Xiao's hand left five fingerprints on her back.

  "Cut it out, you're drunk and hitting people! Aren't you supposed to be clean freak? Can't stand not showering?"

  Yang Furong leaned down and slapped him twice on the face, realizing that this person was really dead drunk. Except for a slight frown, his face and arms were too lazy to lift up.

  She couldn't help but shake her head, turned around and went into the bathroom to wring out a wet towel, came back to wipe his face.

  She knelt on the carpet in front of the sofa, reached out to open his shirt collar, and wiped his neck and clavicle. Suddenly, she found a pink lip print on the white shirt behind him. Her hand holding the wet towel paused, and she leaned in closer to take a look, discovering that Gu Qingcheng's body still had a faint scent of women's perfume.

  Yang Furong glared at Gu Qingcheng with a fierce expression, directly lifted her hand and slapped the wet towel onto his face, then pinched his arm: "You're asking for trouble! You're asking for trouble!"

  Gu Qingcheng still didn't make a sound.

  Yang Mo suddenly laughed twice, it seems that Gu Qingcheng getting drunk and becoming a mess is also a good thing, at least she can manipulate him as she wants.

  Just as she was about to remove the wet towel from Gu Qingcheng's face, Yang Xiaoxiao's elbow accidentally touched his metal belt buckle, and she quickly pulled her hand back.

  In an instant, her face turned slightly pale, she glanced at Gu Qingcheng's face covered with a wet towel, and then looked at the buckle of his belt shining under the lamp light on top of his head.

  As if possessed by a ghost, Yang suddenly stretched out his hand towards the buckle of his belt.

  A slight click, the buckle opened, Yang Xiao's hand trembled for a moment as he undid his belt buckle, failing several times.

  She wants to verify something.

  She remembered that on the right buttock of Xu Muhuang, there was a dark scar, which was a very serious burn. Even though it had been a long time, it still looked terrifying.

  Now she wants to see if Gu Qingcheng's buttocks are also burned...

  She stripped off Gu Qingcheng's pants with one hand, supporting his waist to make him lean to the left, avoiding looking at his robust chest and the people-fish line that made blood vessels burst, biting her lower lip tightly, holding her breath, her fingers already covering the edge of his underwear, her gaze falling on a slightly lifted corner.

  And in the next second, the person lying on the sofa suddenly turned over.

  "Ah!"

  Yang was pressed down on the thick woolen carpet by Gu Qingcheng, his head hitting the ground, and the light from the top of his head made him unable to open his eyes. All he could see was a heavy black figure pressing down on him.

  A warm breath with a hint of intoxication brushed against her ear, icy lips pressed against the rim of her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

  "Do you want to see something? Do I need to take it off for you to see?"