The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 9

Murong Qian also felt ironic in her heart, is that still her home?

But in her heart, Murong Ting will always be in front of her, and she cannot let Murong Ting lose his position in front of outsiders.

So she put her arms around Murong Ting's neck, and let him walk out with her in his arms.

Murong Ting put Murong Qian in the co-pilot, and asked the driver to get into the right-hand driving seat.

When they got into the car and were about to set off, the military leader who followed Murong Ting came up to ask for instructions.

He glanced at Gu Yunlan's house, wiped his neck, and asked, "Master Murong, do you want it?"

If these soldiers knew that the young man inside, who was fairer than a woman, was the third young master of their current commander, they would probably pee their pants in fright.

Murong Ting took a look at Murong Qian, saw that she was indifferent with her head bowed, so she said expressionlessly to the soldier who posted it up, "Let's go!"

After speaking, he took out his wallet and handed it out. Before the soldier chief flattered and thanked him, he lit up and drove away.

The leader of the army looked at the car driving away, and didn't feel that he was being neglected.

Even if Young Master Murong doesn't have a handsome father, he still has a handsome "stepfather"!

If you are willing to order him, even if you don't give him money, you will still give him face.

The group of soldiers surrounded him excitedly, asking how much he gave made him even more elated, and this elation reached its peak after he opened his wallet.

After taking so much money, they found someone to make them somewhat embarrassed.

Then someone suggested that the little boy who hooked up with Miss Murong should be taught a lesson, and this proposal was quickly echoed by everyone.

However, there was a timid reminder in it, saying that the little white face had gloomy eyes and it was better not to provoke him.

But Qian Zhuang was timid, and the others just hesitated for a while. Seeing the bulging wallet and thinking that after making it, they might be able to earn a living under Master Murong's subordinates, they threw their timidity to the sky.

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In the early morning of autumn, the weather is refreshing, the shops along the street are open one after another, pedestrians are intertwined on the road, the rickshaw driver is full of energy, the voice of the newspaper boy is loud, and there is the jingle of the tram.

Murong Qian looked at the scene in front of her through the car window, which was both strange and familiar. She grew up in Haicheng, but she was not familiar with this city.

One is that she doesn't have many friends, and the other is that she has studied abroad for many years, and left after less than a year after coming back.

But the city is changing with each passing day, and it is no longer what it used to be.

Looking around, she has a feeling that people are different, and when she looks at the people around her, she still looks elegant and noble in her memory, but the fine long gown in the past has now become a luxurious white shirt and black vest.

There really is nothing in this world that stays the same.

Murong smiled slightly, with a lingering sadness in his eyes, pretending to be nonchalant and talking about family matters, "Brother seems to have been going well for the past three years."

Murong Ting's hand holding the steering wheel was slightly tight, and the smile on his face was like the faint smile of the morning breeze, "Go to the hospital first."

Murong Qian folded his arms and said rather forcefully, "I won't go."

"You don't have to go." Murong Ting still had a smile on his face, "I'll help you when you get home."

The tone is soft, but it cannot be refused.

Murong Qian looked away from him with downcast eyes, and then looked at the street scene in the distance.

As far as the eye could see, there was a young couple in moon-white cheongsams and long gowns, holding hands, picking delicate and charming roses sweetly in front of a flower shop.

And not far from them, there was a man and a woman, although they couldn't hear what they were saying, but the fierce movements and impatient expressions on both sides showed that they were arguing.

Murong Qian looked at them, then at the sweet little couple, and finally his eyes fell back on them.

She said slowly, "I have had a good three years."

(End of this chapter)