The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 47

After Fu Lu sent people in, there was a middle-aged general in the living room, who was Zhao Hu, the director of the military supply department who had just avoided.

Zhao Hu was small and thin, compared with Fu Lu who came over and stood beside him, he looked even thinner.

However, he has a pair of very lively eyes, with sharp eyes, which gives people a shrewd and unprovoked feeling.

Gu Zhen pressed her eyebrows, unable to hold back her boredom, "How much worse is it now?"

Zhao Hu tightened the leather-bound notepad he held in his hand, and frowned into a Sichuan character, "Now it costs at least 3000 to [-] million to expand the arsenal, and the most urgent thing right now is how to get the [-] armored vehicles last time?" Make up the balance, otherwise it will be difficult for us to buy equipment from country F."

Fu Lu put on a serious face and said, "According to me, how can it be so complicated? There are so many fat sheep in Haicheng, the Murong family can't bite, and we can't move the other families? It's just the Wei family, let alone a hundred thousand. There are millions."

Gu Zhen laughed, took out a cigar again and sniffed it under her nose.

Zhao Hu shook his head and said, "If things really have to be this simple, we wouldn't want to scratch our heads here."

Fu Lu anxiously said, "This won't work, that won't work, what can we do then?"

"Now let's see if the Qinglong gang can get the goods back..." Zhao Hu looked at Gu Zhen's face and asked tentatively, "Do you want to go to the hospital to see the third young master?"

.........

Maria Hospital.

Gu Yunlan's hands and feet were covered with plaster, like a mummy being placed on a hospital bed.

His eyes lost the starlight, and he stared blankly at the ceiling, completely unresponsive to everything around him, like a sculpture.

But even if it is a sculpture, with his handsome face only exposed, it is also a beautiful sculpture that is breathtaking and makes the artist go crazy.

He didn't know how long he looked at it like this, and then he said in a daze, "Maybe I shouldn't get close to her."

Lao Zhang, who had been tossed by him for a day, heard cursing, "Did you figure it out, or are you talking nonsense because you have a fever."

There was no answer, and the phrase "maybe I shouldn't be close to her" was still the same.

Lao Zhang shook his head helplessly, wondering if the person on the bed would really let go after self-hypnosis for a long time.

But when he thought of what happened to Fang at the police station, he felt angry for no reason.

Although it was his own child who used the knife to attack someone first, can his own child really use the knife to attack someone, especially the one facing him, Murong Qian?

That Murong Ting is too insignificant, he can even play tricks on his younger brother.

Not only did he kick someone's ribs, but he even broke his hands and feet. If he hadn't stopped him, Murong Ting would have taken this little life away.

.........

Murong Mansion.

Murong Qian sat on the swing with a food box in his hands, took a look at this muffin with his slender hands, and then picked up the other muffin, and took a long time to choose one.

She split the muffin in two, but instead of putting it into her mouth, she looked inside again, and finally pulled out a paper lottery from one half of the muffin.

Unfold it, there are only two words inside, "quick return".

This is the third paper lottery she received after returning to Haicheng, the first one was "When will you come back", and the second one was "Come back soon".

It's true that one is simpler than the other, and more urgent than the other.

Murong Qian looked up at the golden ginkgo leaves swaying on the branches, and from time to time a piece or two would fall down with the wind.

She thought it was time to leave.

Ah Xiang carried two food boxes into the courtyard, and saw that Murong Qian was not there, and found the backyard.

Seeing Murong Qian's figure, she said familiarly, "Mrs. Wei is so strange today, she gave the same dessert twice."

(End of this chapter)