mtlumby2d Chapter 392 - What do you mean?
Chapter 392 - What do you mean?
Feng Muyan reached out to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and there was something more in his eyes when he looked at Gu Liuqing. Gu Liuqing's appearance this time was indeed a bit strange, and it caught him and Li'er off guard, but the strange thing was that Gu Liuqing did not take any action against Li'er.
"Crack! Crack!"
Gu Liuqing clapped his hands twice, and more than a dozen black figures jumped out from all directions.
"What do you mean?" Feng Muyan asked coldly.
"Feng Muyan, you are indeed manly enough to give up fame, fortune and power for Xiao Li'er, but you forget that without fame, fortune and power, you will have fewer bargaining chips to protect her, so I can't just stand by and watch." After he finished speaking, Gu Liuqing took out a letter from his arms and threw it in front of Feng Muyan.
Feng Muyan lit the candle and unfolded the letter to read it. His hands were shaking when he read to the end.
"Feng Muyan, I have sent people to dig a secret passage in the backyard of Shui Mo Pavilion. It is up to you whether you want to take her away. If it is too late and those people take advantage of her, it will be too late to regret." Gu Qingliu put down the jar of wine in his hand, slowly stood up and walked to Feng Muyan.
A complex light flashed in Feng Muyan's eyes. Li'er was so smart and clever, why couldn't his mother tolerate her? Did she really want him to be alone for the rest of his life?
"Then they..."
"There are many people and many gossips. If you take Xiao Li'er away, everyone in the building will need to be replaced. Only in this way can this play be performed for a long time, until those people can't find you and I can leave." Gu Liuqing stated his plan without concealing anything, his eyes full of confidence, confident that Feng Muyan would definitely agree.
Feng Muyan ignored him and turned away.
"Your Majesty, what should we do next? Should we leave?" the leader asked in a low voice.
"No need, Feng Muyan has already begun to waver."
A relieved smile appeared on Gu Liuqing's lips. You don't have to get what you like, and even if you get it by chance, you may not be able to enjoy it. Xiao Li'er, this is all I can help you with. We have walked together for such a long time, and finally we have reached an intersection where we can no longer meet again after separation.
“Cough cough… cough cough…”
Maybe it was because he drank too quickly just now, Gu Liuqing suddenly felt a pain in his lungs as if they were about to explode. He coughed violently and soon opened his palm to see a small pool of blood, which was very eye-catching.
"Your Majesty, you..."
"It's okay. Just deal with those women in Shui Mo Pavilion. Remember not to leave any traces." Gu Liuqing waved his hand painfully to refuse the support of the man in black, and continued to sit on the ground and drink.
It was almost noon when Song Yunli woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw two men with bad complexions standing in front of her. Feng Muyan on the left had dark eye sockets, obviously he didn't sleep well, and Gu Liuqing on the right had pale lips, and he smelled of alcohol, which was obviously the result of drinking all night.
"Li'er, I made porridge for you..."
"Xiao Li'er, I made porridge for you..."
It's rare for the two of them to have such tacit understanding.
Song Yunli, who had been very protective of her husband and her son recently, chose the porridge cooked by Feng Muyan without hesitation. She couldn't help but focus on eating and missed the flash of loss and desolation in Gu Liuqing's eyes.
But when Song Yunli finished drinking Feng Muyan's bowl of porridge, she glanced at the bowl of porridge in front of Gu Liuqing with a hungry look, and her intention was obvious.
Gu Liuqing was about to offer the porridge in his hand with a smile on his face, but Feng Muyan snatched it away.
"Li'er, be careful, it's hot. Let me feed you..."
Gu Liuqing wanted to slap him. The porridge he had worked so hard to cook was snatched away by Feng Muyan to show his courtesy. He felt really unhappy.
But seeing Song Yunli's satisfied expression while eating, the thought of knocking the bowl of porridge down and breaking it disappeared.