Chapter 70

Gu Shaoqing starts the engine, puts his big palm on the steering wheel, looks at the little woman in the front passenger seat, and says faintly: "you're really going to attend Sheng Yi's birthday party."

"She invited me warmly, didn't she?" Chuckling, voice dismissive: "she has her own careful thinking, it also depends on whether I match, but I really want to know what tricks she is playing."

Suddenly thought of something: "I gave you the phone number to find anything?"

"Anonymous calling card."

Mujiutian has a clear appearance. She is lazy but tight on the back of the chair. Her eyes look at her handbag from time to time. It seems that she is waiting for something.

Red lips slightly pursed: "I can guess that since the other party can let Zhang Yuqin do things for them, naturally they won't show their other feet."

There was no response. Gu Shaoqing didn't know whether it was because of Dix or something else.

Waiting for the traffic lights, looking ahead: "you have your own calculation in your heart?"

"Of course." Press the window, the outside wind gently: "take people's money and people to eliminate disaster, since I take the wages of Gu group, naturally I want to eliminate this matter in the invisible, to ensure the interests."

What she said was not warm and clear, but it made his anger more intense.

Big palm pinched the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and without waiting for Gu Shaoqing to say anything, Mu Jiutian's mobile phone suddenly rang.

She seemed to have been waiting. She picked it up at the first time. Her voice was a little cool: "what happened?"

With the window open, Gu Shaoqing could not hear what was said in his mobile phone.

But looking at Mu wine sweet beautiful Mou Sen cool down, the Mou bottom does not hide the evil, the face has no expression: "good, I know."

Hang up, white fingertips, holding the phone.

"Turn around, I'll go to the eastern suburbs."

"Good."

He just looked at her, did not ask other, a dozen steering wheel, turn around in the traffic, heading for the eastern suburbs.

On the way, Mu Jiutian saw a florist and called it a stop. Gu Shaoqing got off the car and accompanied her to buy a bunch of white chrysanthemums. He took out his wallet to pay. She was a little distracted with the flowers and suddenly called him.

He looked back: "what's the matter?"

"I'll buy another one."

Lift eyes, Mu wine sweet looking at the salesperson word by word: "another bunch of black Datura."

Flower language, unpredictable darkness, death and wandering love.

He accompanied him all the way. When the car drove again, he asked unintentionally: "who are you going to see?"

"My mother."

"Today is her death day?"

"No She hung her eyes and looked at the two bunches of flowers in her arms, without any expression: "today is no day."

Gu Shaoqing didn't understand, but he didn't ask much. He wanted to free one hand to cross his fingers.

However, he found that mujiutian didn't give him this opportunity at all. He held the bouquet in his hands, his eyes were empty, and he didn't care about everything outside.

For a moment, Gu Shaoqing's mind sank.

The cemetery is not allowed to drive in. The car is parked outside. As soon as Gu Shaoqing is ready to get off the bus, he is pinched by a tiny force. It seems that Mu Jiutian's eyes are focused on him, and Microsoft is a bit bright.

He felt her side face and said, "what's the matter?"

"Would you mind not going in?"

Half a minute later, he realized what her words meant. A handsome face suddenly sank, and his big palm immediately buckled her wrist. In a cool voice, he said, "are you going to go in alone?"

She nodded and said in a soft voice, "I want to see her alone."

"Can't I be with you?" There was no change in his cold eyes and voice: "don't worry, I won't disturb you to talk with your mother. If necessary, I can get out of the way when you talk about the past, and it won't affect any of your actions."

He blocked all the excuses she wanted to say.

Gu Shaoqing understood that no one in the world was more important to her than her mother.

It can be said that the ashes in the cemetery are the only purpose for her to come back.

But she won't let him in at this time.It's really ironic.

Mujiutian didn't know how to refute. He hung his eyes, one hand holding two bunches of flowers, the other hand holding the corner of his clothes blindly, not loose, not flattering.

The radian of thin lips was so light that it could hardly be seen. The bottom of her eyes was like black with ink. Gu Shaoqing clasped her wrist with his big palm and pulled her to the front of her body: "what do you think? If you can give me a good reason, I can let you in alone

He gave her a chance to explain.

But mujiutian didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly: "I have no reason, just want to go in alone."

Face up: "next time OK? Next time you go in with me. "

For a moment, Gu Shaoqing wanted to step on the accelerator and leave directly. He knocked his eyes and endured it.

Without saying a word, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit one directly. The smell of nicotine diffused in the small car.

Some pungent, mujiutian subconsciously coughed.

Gu Shaoqing sidemou leered at her one eye, one hand on the steering wheel, the bottom of the eyes did not scatter is cool thin cold meaning: "hurry up, half an hour do not come out, I will find in."

"I see."

She got out of the car slowly with two bunches of flowers in her arms.

The cemetery is very clean. There are almost no fallen leaves on the road. In front of the tombstone, it is also clean without any popularity.

Put two bunches of flowers in front of the tombstone, she squatted down carefully, looking at the young and delicate face on the tombstone, her eyes turned red for a moment, raised her hand to touch, and her voice whispered: "sorry, mom, I made such a big mistake, do you blame me?"

Biting his lips, tears quietly wet the stone floor: "I watched you jump from the upstairs 20 years ago. I only knew the existence of that person 16 years ago. I couldn't set up a tombstone for you for 20 years. I managed to help you set up a home here. I was stupid enough to put your ashes in the wrong place."

Half an hour ago, in that phone call, Qiao Xiaoyu's voice was clear: "Mr. mu, through the test, the glass bottle you gave only contains wall ash."

"Ashes of the wall..." sneered low and deep, full of ridicule and sarcasm: "I took ashes of the wall as if you had been worshiping me. Mom, do you think I'm stupid?"

Forehead against the tombstone, cold and biting touch, mujiutian do not know how long he squatted on his knees, pocket phone rang up.

I thought it was Gu Shaoqing who urged her, but I didn't think it was DIX.

"What's the matter?"

"Bartley was shot."

Six words, a heavy twist in my heart.

Mujiutian wanted to stand up, but he didn't expect that his numb body faltered and knelt down directly.

Knee heavy contact with the ground, pain.

Dix heard the voice on the other end of the phone and asked anxiously, "sweetie, what's the matter with you?"

"Nothing." Unable to stand up, she simply turned over and sat on the ground, with her back against the tombstone and kneading her slightly numb knees: "what happened? Didn't he always go out with bodyguards?"

"It should have been done by hostile forces. He went to the university where you were studying, but he didn't expect to..."

Dix will swallow the following words: "now life and death is unknown, the media has no report, do you want to come back?"

Mujiutian was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed, his voice was very indifferent: "what do you want me to do? Give him another shot? "

The other end didn't say a word.

"I don't want to say anything bad or hard to listen to him in front of my mother. Don't tell me such things in the future, unless it's his death." Long hair covered half a small face, extremely cold Alienation: "so maybe I can have a party to celebrate."

The stone slab is cool to the heart, and the wine is sweet, but it doesn't stand up.

The second call came in again, not Dix, but the familiar and strange number.

Looking at the number for a long time, mujiutian picked it up, with no expression: "is he dead?"

The Secretary James was stunned for a moment. He felt sad for Bartley for a moment, but he still respectfully responded: "Mr. James is still in the emergency room. Now he has been operated for three hours. Although he didn't let me tell you before he was unconscious, I think it's necessary to tell you."

"Pause next:" say a word to overstep, I feel you need not regard Sir as enemy

"Enemy?" Mujiutian chuckled: "you and Brett feel too good about themselves. In my eyes, he is not even an enemy. At most, he is just a stranger.""I've said that to my friend once, but I might as well tell you again." Eyes indifferent, cast to not far away, but empty fierce: "he has no need to tell me anything, unless it is death, I am still interested in listening to an ear."

"Miss."

James called in a low voice: "Mr. Gu knows your situation in China. In fact, he cares about you very much. If you like, Mr. Gu can help you. You don't have to deal with Mr. Gu."

Brett sent people to investigate the situation of mujiutian all the time. After knowing this, they were very angry. If it wasn't for the trouble, they might have to fly directly to China to stop it.

It was not easy for him to finish what he was doing, and then the shooting happened again.

Mujiutian calmly listened to James tell all the things, and directly laughed without any emotion fluctuation: "please listen to me. If he dies, I will burn paper to tell him the next paragraph. If he doesn't die, please tell him."

He closed his eyes, then opened his eyes and said coldly: "I don't need him to do anything for me, and I don't need him to intervene in the transaction between Gu Shaoqing and me. No matter how embarrassed I am in this transaction, no one will force me, imprison me or insult me, and no one will hold a banquet after my death. It's stupid to know the truth only four years ago, There are no tombstones for me from beginning to end. "

If the opposite is Brett, this is like a sharp blade, mercilessly pierced into his chest, cut the most rotten and dirty place in his heart, exposed in the blue sky.

James seems to understand why Brett is afraid to face mojitsu.

This person, too cold, cold hearted.