Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 336 Seeking Foreign Aid
"I don't have any worries, I just don't love you. That's all." Wen Chisu said coldly, turning his eyes away.

The light of hope in Feng Zhiyao's eyes began to go out little by little, and his hands slowly dropped, and finally he could only smile wryly: "After all, you still don't believe me."

Wen Chisu felt a sharp pain in her heart, but she didn't speak again, turned around decisively, and left.

……

Willow head on the moon.

In the bamboo grove in the backyard of Prince Xuan's Mansion, wine jars were scattered all over the ground, a mess, a drunk man was lying on the ground, smelling of alcohol, and kept yelling for the wine to be brought.

"Feng Zhiyao, you have to limit your madness!" Mo Tingye roared with a dark face.Since noon came, he has not said a word, sitting on the ground and pouring wine vigorously. When did he have such a good temper? !
Feng Zhiyao was half drunk and half awake, and looked up at him in a daze, "Ting Ye, do you think I'm so unworthy of her trust?"

Mo Tingye looked at him contemptuously, and said coldly: "Look at you now, who do you think will believe you? Now that you're sure it's the one you want, then fight for it yourself. What kind of skill are people hiding here complaining and drinking!" He kicked over the last wine jar in his hand.

Feng Zhiyao stared blankly at his empty hand, and murmured: "Go fight and grab it, you are right, I want to fight and grab it myself..."

As he spoke, he staggered up from the ground, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "Ting Ye..."

Patting him on the shoulder, Mo Tingye said lightly: "Remember to make up for the broken things." Before Feng Zhiyao could react, he said to Mo Han again: "By the way, there is still money for wine, Mo Han, Do the math for Mr. Feng, and the odds will be free!"

After saying that, he strode away, leaving Feng Zhiyao alone behind him, angrily cursing: "Mo Tingye, you sinister villain! You will lose my son like this!"

"Pfft!" Mo Han couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out.

Noticing that his angry eyes were looking at him, he immediately suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Mr. Feng, ten jars of wine, plus these utensils and decorations, a total of two Three hundred and seventy thousand taels of silver, the master ordered me to wipe off the change for you, so you can just give your subordinates two thousand three hundred taels!"

"Mo Tingye, you have already lost me!" An angry roar came from the backyard of Prince Xuan's Mansion, causing the birds in the bamboo forest to scatter.

……

The next day, Qing Mo was in the middle.

"Feng Zhiyao, if you have something to say, just say it, if you have nothing to do, don't walk around in front of me, I'm dizzy!" Nangong Qianmo finally broke out. What's the matter, I really don't know what kind of crazy he is smoking!

Feng Zhiyao's eyes were erratic, and he smiled awkwardly and laughed: "Didn't I think your tea here is particularly delicious? Lou Mo, you won't be so stingy, right?" Although Mo Tingye repeatedly ordered him to call him Princess, but he really can't change his words for a while, so take it easy!
"Mr. Feng, you have already drank six cups of tea and eaten three plates of dim sum!" Qian Dai on the side unceremoniously broke the stage.

"Ahem!" Feng Zhiyao choked for a moment, and put the dim sum in his hand back on the plate embarrassingly.

"Tell me, what's the matter? Is it because I can't survive or I don't want money for wine?" Nangong Qianmo looked at him with a disgusted face, and the smell of alcohol could be smelled from three feet away.

"Huh?" Feng Zhiyao sniffed his clothes, and sure enough, he smelled of alcohol, why did he forget to change his clothes!Immediately thinking of something, he muttered in a low voice: "How can wine be free, and it's not cheap..." His two thousand three hundred taels of silver!
Facing Shang Nangong Qianmo's cool eyes, Feng Zhiyao immediately said with a sad face and aggrieved face: "Lou Mo, you must help me this time..."

After hearing him cry, Nangong Qianmo couldn't help but support his forehead with some headache: "So, you were rejected?"

The latter immediately nodded sadly.

Nangong Qianmo's mouth twitched, "Why do you think she rejected you?"

Feng Zhiyao's face was even more ugly, if he knew why, why would he come here early in the morning and risk being chased and killed by someone!You know, the power of that vinegar jar is not something ordinary people can stand!

Sighing deeply, Nangong Qianmo looked at him with a hopeless expression: "Didn't you ask Nishang?"

"Don't mention it, after I finished talking to her, she said a word to me and kicked me out!" Feng Zhiyao said a little annoyed.

Nangong Qianmo asked curiously, "What did she say?"

"She said that I am already in the late stage of straight male cancer, and advised me to give up treatment!" Feng Zhiyao asked in a daze: "By the way, Lou Mo, what does this 'straight male cancer in late stage' mean?"

"Pfft——" Nangong Qianmo spit out a sip of tea, pointed at him and laughed uncontrollably: "Nishang's words are really... brilliant!" I didn't expect that I accidentally mentioned to her last time, "Straight man with advanced cancer." ", she really remembered it, and used it just right!

What a child can teach!
Feng Zhiyao was flustered by her laughter, and hurriedly asked: "No, Lou Mo, don't laugh, what does this mean?"

"Hahaha——" Nangong Qianmo couldn't stop laughing at all, until Feng Zhiyao looked at her with hopeless and hopeless eyes, then slowly stopped, thought about his words, and said: " Uh, straight male cancer is not clear for a while, you just use yourself as a benchmark to get a feel for it, don't get too entangled."

Nangong Qianmo was afraid that he would continue to question her, so she changed the subject and said, "As for why Chi Su rejected you, I think it's because you didn't give her confidence."

"She doesn't believe me at all, even if I have a thousand times more confidence, what's the use?" Feng Zhiyao smiled wryly, with depression and loss on his brows.

"In other words, what do you think a killer desires the most?" Nangong Qianmo thought for a while, and decided to communicate with him in another way.

Feng Zhiyao frowned: "Peerless martial arts? Weapons? Or..."

"Neither of them." Nangong Qianmo shook her head lightly, "For a killer, what she cherishes and desires the most is a sense of security. Only when she has enough sense of security can she trust your backs to each other."

Seeing his frown getting tighter and tighter, Nangong Qianmo sighed slightly, and said: "She is not like you, she has come here smoothly from childhood to adulthood, on the contrary, what she has experienced is far more than what you can experience." It's much more imaginary. So, Feng Zhiyao, have you really thought about it?"

(End of this chapter)