Waves of bitterness welled up in her heart, and Jin Jumo turned her face away, resting her forehead against his chest, "Brother, I really love him."
Jin Jumo’s throat was terribly hoarse, and just thinking of that person weakly calling her na on the phone made her heart ache as if it were being torn apart.
Mu Qinnian’s hand paused slightly on her head, his gaze fixed on the blue veins protruding on her fair neck due to her restraint, his thick eyebrows knitted tightly, "Bla Brother?"
Jin Jumo closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted her head from his chest. Her peach blossom eyes, reddened and dry, looked at him, pulling her lips into a pale smile, "I don’t bla you. Because I know, in this world, you are the person who most wishes for my happiness."
And you said, you wouldn’t stop from being with Rong Mochen, I believe you."
Mu Qinnian stared at Jin Jumo’s slightly trembling lips, his deep eyes showing a mont of remorse, then he reached out and hooked her neck, gently pulling her into his arms with a soft sigh, "Silly girl."
Jin Jumo hugged him tightly, laughing softly with reddened eyes, "Fool’s luck for a foolish person. Look at now, I have family, a lover, friends, and children. How happy I am."
Mu Qinnian’s thin lips tightened, his deep eyes showing faint traces of a smile at one point, "Trust Brother, you will always be happy."
Jin Jumo lifted her head, her peach blossom eyes bright and innocent as she looked at him, "To receive your blessing, Brother, I am the happiest person in the world."
"Heh..."
Mu Qinnian couldn’t help but laugh out loud, reaching out to tap her nose, "Trying to charm , Brother?"
"I an it." Jin Jumo looked at him with a serious face.
Mu Qinnian laughed even louder, affectionately hugging her again.
Jin Jumo watched him laugh, and laughed along with him, but in a certain place in her heart, it hurt terribly in stark contrast!
With soone’s permission, Gu Yan imdiately boarded a plane to Indonesia and flew over.
When he reached the hotel address that Rong Mochen had given him earlier, it was already late at night.
Gu Yan, full of excitent, bounded up to the hotel’s presidential suite like the wind.
Standing at the suite’s door, Gu Yan’s doll-like face trembled with excitent, and after preparing his facial expression, he reached out to press the doorbell.
Once, twice, three tis...
Gu Yan pressed it several tis, but there was no response from inside the suite.
He frowned suspiciously, took out his phone, and looked at the address ssage Rong Mochen had sent him before.
It was indeed the room number where he was standing!
Could he have gone to sleep already?!
Gu Yan pressed his lips tightly.
What does this an? Boss Rong knew he was coming, but went to sleep without waiting for him? Too disloyal!
Gu Yan inhaled, frustrated!
Not giving up yet, he pressed it several more tis, but still, there was no response.
Feeling resigned, Gu Yan, with his doll-like face, thought of booking a room in the hotel to rest for the night and then coming back to find them in the morning.
He had co with enthusiasm, but left crestfallen! The contrast was stark!
With a droopy face, Gu Yan sighed as he walked to the elevator, lazily reaching out to press the elevator open button, dejectedly walking inside.
Turning around, Gu Yan stared resentfully at the suite door, as if he could bore a hole into it with his gaze.
Gu Yan had resigned himself.
But just as the elevator was about to close completely, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.
Gu Yan’s eyes widened with surprise, quickly reaching out to press the elevator’s open button, almost moved to tears.
The elevator doors opened again, and Gu Yan charged back like a sprinter.
With agile movents, he slipped into the suite, cracking a wide grin that revealed eight bright white teeth, rubbing his hands to contain his excitent, he walked toward the living room with a grin.
The man sitting on the sofa had his back to him, and the room was filled with a strong sll of smoke and alcohol, but Gu Yan paid no heed.
As he walked over, reaching the man’s side, Gu Yan finally saw the man’s current expression.
The smile on his face gradually faded away as he swallowed silently, already retreating two steps back vigilantly.
For no reason other than the fact that the person’s current expression could only be described as a clouded sky, the precursor to a storm.
Gu Yan’s scalp tightened, his eyes catching sight of the wine bottles scattered on the carpet and around the coffee table, with overflowing cigarette butts piling up in the ashtray.
A warning bell went off in his head!
Gu Yan took a deep breath, stood in front of the sofa opposite the man, and after organizing his words in his mind a little, carefully said, "Boss Rong, drinking alone huh, quite a leisure."
Rong Mochen raised his crimson, dark eyes coldly at Gu Yan.
Gu Yan’s face stiffened, and he slowly put down the travel bag in his hand, nervously smiling, "Take your ti drinking, I’ll go check on Xixi and Hanhan."
After Gu Yan finished speaking, he quickly fled the living room and headed towards the side bedroom near the master bedroom in the suite.
But soon, Gu Yan ca rushing out again, looking at Rong Mochen’s back with confusion, "Boss Rong, Xixi and Hanhan aren’t in the room?"
As expected, soone ignored him.
Gu Yan’s gaze fell on the door of the master bedroom.
Could it be that Xixi and Hanhan are sleeping with Little Mo Mo?
With that thought, Gu Yan walked towards the master bedroom. As he held the door handle, he hesitated, fearing that soone might chop off his hand!
After all, inside was Little Mo Mo, soone’s precious little darling. If he barged in recklessly and saw Little Mo Mo undressed or barely dressed, what would he do then?
Gu Yan’s eyes widened.
On second thought, not only was there a risk of losing a hand, but he might also not be able to keep his eyes!
Gu Yan clicked his tongue, ultimately not daring to turn the doorknob, withdrew his hand from the handle, wiped it on his pants, and walked back to the living room, turning back at every step.
Sitting on the sofa opposite Rong Mochen, Gu Yan glanced at the man with closed eyes, picked up a wine glass from the coffee table, poured half a glass of red wine, and took a sip.
His brain working rapidly, analyzing the current situation.
In the dead of night, a certain soone was sitting alone in the living room, smoking and drinking gloomily. Could it be a quarrel with Little Mo Mo that drove him out of the bedroom?
However, Little Mo Mo wouldn’t quarrel with soone in front of Xixi and Hanhan, would she?
But if it’s not a fight with Little Mo Mo, what else could affect soone’s mood to the point of drowning sorrows in alcohol?
So Gu Yan concluded that it must be a quarrel!
Gu Yan looked at the man on the opposite side who even ghosts and spirits dared not approach, suddenly raised his head, drank the red wine in his hand in one gulp, and slamd the empty glass onto the coffee table. He leaned forward, hands on his thighs, earnestly staring at Rong Mochen, saying sincerely, "Boss Rong, there’s no need, really no need. Couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed; drinking can’t solve any problems.
Boss Rong, I’m only telling you this because we’re brothers. When arguing with a woman, never argue about who’s right, just admit you’re wrong! We’re big n, no need to contend with a woman over who’s right or wrong; it makes us seem petty and unmanly!
Admitting you’re wrong has the advantage of easily calming a woman’s anger, turning big issues into small ones and small issues into nothing, and the couple can return to the bed!"
Gu Yan paused deliberately, observing Rong Mochen’s reaction.
However, Rong Mochen had no reaction.
Gu Yan pursed his lips and sighed, continuing to advise painstakingly, "Boss Rong, I’ve been on a plane for more than six hours, and I’m very tired now, but since we’re brothers, I can’t just ignore you in your state.
Seeing that you’ve drunk so much, the situation might be worse than I thought. But it’s okay, just admitting you’re wrong will work. After all, Little Mo Mo gave you Xixi and Hanhan; admitting you’re wrong to her doesn’t lose face.
Not to ntion, Boss Rong, Little Mo Mo is such a good-natured person, and you managed to upset her enough to get kicked out of the bedroom. You must have bullied Little Mo Mo too much, or else..."
Gu Yan suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
He stared wide-eyed at the opposite Rong Mochen.
On the sofa, Rong Mochen leaned back, one arm draped over his eyes.
His white shirt was creased and wrinkled, with three or four buttons undone, yet his tie still hung loosely around his neck.
His whole being exuded a hard-to-describe sense of desolation and loneliness.
This state reminded Gu Yan of four years ago, when soone went through his darkest tis.
Gu Yan’s temples throbbed, and his baby face tightened bit by bit.
Gu Yan abruptly stood up, walking quickly towards the suite’s master bedroom, not hesitating, and turned the master bedroom doorknob.
The moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window spilled through the window, casting a hazy white glow in the empty room.
Gu Yan’s gaze froze on the bed in the center of the master bedroom for two seconds, then his pupils contracted, his breath caught, and he turned to stare at Rong Mochen in the living room, his voice a bit rough, "Boss Rong, where’s Little Mo Mo? Where are Xixi and Hanhan? Where did they go? Where did they go?"
As he spoke, Gu Yan walked towards Rong Mochen, his eyes slightly red with anxiety.
After all, it’s so late, and given the situation, just after the incident with Gu Lingyi kidnapping them...
Gu Yan was filled with apprehension, looking at the still silent Rong Mochen, holding back and holding back, barely able to swallow down the roar in his throat.
He wiped his eyes with his hand, picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table, and took several swigs.
When he put down the wine bottle, Gu Yan took a deep breath, suddenly raised his hand, smashed the wine bottle onto the ground with a loud, jarring crash, and turned his head to glare at Rong Mochen, hoarsely growling, "Where are they?"
Rong Mochen lowered his long arm, opened his eyes to look at Gu Yan’s flushed face with heavy, sunken eyes, "Gone."
Gone?
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