The cheongsam beauty is in her arms, and the ascetic warlord loses control over her

Ah Sheng walked up to Ming Qinghan and reported something in a low voice.

Ming Qinghan stubbed out his cigarette, lifted up his leather shoes, and twisted the cigarette butts thrown on the ground.

Soon, three black cars started driving one after another.

The car Ming Qinghan was sitting in took the lead, and the cars Mu Yichen and Gu Shiyao were in were still sandwiched in the middle. Under the billowing dust, three cars were racing along this quiet path.

...

Soon, the sky gradually darkened. After Gu Shiyao had been riding in the car all day, she lazily fell into Mu Yichen's arms.

Mu Yichen had no choice but to smile and hold her waist.

Gu Shiyao couldn't help but complain: "Overseer, I'm so tired. My brain must have been confused when I agreed to Ming Qinghan. How could I agree to his request so easily?"

Gu Shiyao puffed up his cheeks, kicked off his high heels, and nestled in Mu Yichen's arms: "Oh, I'm here to suffer, I'm exhausted."

The corners of Mu Yichen's lips curled up slightly: "Who said why not do it?"

Gu Shiyao's cheeks turned red, and she put her head on Mu Yichen's lap, doing whatever she felt comfortable with.

"I was wrong, Overseer, I was so wrong. I didn't realize my mistake until now."

Gu Shiyao sighed, thinking how long it would take to reach Qingcheng. From last night to now, a whole day and night had passed, and they had not arrived in Qingcheng yet.

At this time, the black car at the front stopped.

Ming Qinghan came over and knocked on the car window. To be honest, he was indeed a little tired after driving all the way from Yunzhou City back to Qingcheng.

"Let's rest for a few minutes. We'll be heading into the mountains soon."

Gu Shiyao closed his eyes and slept, too tired to move.

Mu Yichen got out of the car, closed the door, walked under a tree, and stood chatting with Ming Qinghan.

Ming Qinghan lit a cigarette and handed it to Mu Yichen, but Mu Yichen didn't take it.

After smoking, a smell of smoke would remain on his body. Mu Yichen didn't want Gu Shiyao to smell the pungent smell, so he refused.

Mu Yichen moved his wrist and said in a cold voice: "Ming Qinghan, because of you, Boss Gu has suffered a lot along the way. She will never agree to any of your requests again. She regrets it."

Ming Qinghan took a drag on his cigarette, glanced at where Gu Shiyao's car was, and puffed out a smoke ring casually.

"We've just come to nowhere, and we're tired after such a short journey. The driver has been driving for such a long time, and he hasn't even cried out in pain."

Mu Yichen sneered and ruthlessly sarcastically said, "Is the driver a woman? Yaoyao has a delicate body. She has never cried bitterness to me. Now that she is crying bitterly, she must be suffering extremely hard."

Ming Qinghan flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand and raised his eyebrows casually: "Really?"

"Is there still a holiday?"

Mu Yichen paused for a moment, raised his head slightly, and his gentle eyes fell on the car not far away.

The window glass was lowered more than half, and in the back seat, which was not very bright, Gu Shiyao had her eyes closed. She was covered with a black suit jacket, and a small part of her fair calf was exposed.

Mu Yichen stood under the tree, looking at her. The car lights shone on the ground. The warm light gave her a quiet and elegant aura. Gu Shiyao had no idea how charming she was at this moment.

Ming Qinghan followed Mu Yichen's gaze and looked over. Gu Shiyao's delicate appearance and picturesque features could indeed arouse men's desire.

He glanced down at his watch and shouted softly: "Ah Sheng."

Ah Sheng walked over quickly and whispered: "Master Jiu, shall we set off now?" Ming Qinghan nodded. He wiped the lighter and raised the corners of his lips: "Leave three people to drive the car to the same place. The remaining people packed up their things and immediately followed me into the mountains."

Ah Sheng nodded and stepped back respectfully.

Mu Yichen took out a wooden box from the back seat. He handed the wooden box to Ah Sheng and asked him to help carry it.

Then, Mu Yichen gently carried Gu Shiyao on his back.

Gu Shiyao was half asleep and half awake. Perhaps because Mu Yichen's movements just now were a bit too large, she opened her eyes that were not quite awake: "Mu Yichen."

Mu Yichen agreed quickly. He comforted her: "I'm here, please continue sleeping, Yaoyao."

Gu Shiyao felt weak in her limbs. She lay on Mu Yichen's back and fell asleep again in a daze.

Ming Qinghan slowed down his walking speed, and he and Mu Yichen walked side by side.

At night, there was not a single star in the dark sky, and the mountains were so silent that there was no sound.

Ming Qinghan held a flashlight to illuminate the mountain road ahead. The road was far away, but it did not stop them from moving forward.

At this time, his eyes fell lightly on Gu Shiyao. Suddenly, Ming Qinghan joked inexplicably: "The military governor has good physical strength."

"We estimate that we will have to walk for more than half an hour. You have been carrying Boss Gu on your back all the way. Are you sure you can carry him to Ming's house?"

Mu Yichen held Gu Shiyao's legs and lifted her up her back. When he touched Gu Shiyao's thigh, he squeezed it gently. It was very soft, so soft that he had to divert his attention. .

He tilted his head and glanced at Ming Qinghan, with cold eyes: "If I can't even carry my own wife, what kind of man am I?"

Ming Qinghan's breath was calm, and even though he was wearing leather shoes, he could keep up with their walking speed.

He nodded: "I can tell, the warlord loves Boss Gu very much."

Mu Yichen said "Yeah" and continued to maintain the same speed as before. With his wife on his back, he didn't feel tired at all.

Mu Yichen was sure that Gu Shiyao was sleeping soundly. Even if he talked to Ming Qinghan now, she wouldn't be able to hear him.

He took this opportunity and said, "Ming Qinghan, I want to discuss something with you."

Ming Qinghan paused for a moment. To be honest, he really didn't expect what Mu Yichen was going to say to him.

He asked curiously: "What's the matter?"

Mu Yichen looked straight at the road ahead. Suddenly, he chuckled softly. He was so far away that his saliva flowed onto his back.

He thought to himself that if his shirt got wet, it would get wet, as long as his wife was still on his back.

He looked at Ming Qinghan for a few seconds: "If you and Yaoyao are really relatives, if we do arms deals in the future, can you make it cheaper and deliver the goods to me by the way?"

Ming Qinghan thought for a long time before uttering three words coldly: "What a beautiful idea."

Mu Yichen noticed that Gu Shiyao was still awake on his back, and he continued: "Thank you very much, Mr. Ming. All this is thanks to Yaoyao's relationship."

Ming Qinghan felt that it was too early for Mu Yichen to draw conclusions now, since brothers were already settling accounts, not to mention that he and Mu Yichen were not brothers.

He said: "Whether they are relatives or not is another matter. Warlord, you are too shameless."

"is it?"

Mu Yichen said in a long drawl, his voice low and powerful: "Being thick-skinned can help you negotiate business and get a wife, so why not?"