the knife of love

Chapter 164 Tang Jingcheng, Forbidden Words
After Lao Mai left, Guan Lue still sat in front of the table with a bowl of porridge.

Ah Xi already understood some things, and seemed to notice that there was something wrong with his expression, his empty eyeballs rolled around, and finally settled on the magazine.

"Tang... Aunt Tang..." Ah Xi called out again, but the voice was much softer.

None of the nurses next to her dared to say anything.

Since the incident three years ago, the words "Aunt Tang" or "Tang Jingcheng" have become forbidden words in this house.

But Ah Xi didn't understand this, and reached out to reach for the magazine, still yelling "Aunt Tang".

Guan slightly closed his eyes, Lao Mai was right, Shen Chunguang and Tang Jingcheng were basically two people, even though they looked alike, their demeanor and temperament were totally different.

At least it is impossible for Tang Jingcheng to get involved with Su Zhan, who is also one of her enemies, let alone have such an unbearable relationship with him.

"Brother Nine...Brother...Tang...Tang...Auntie...book, let...Axi... read the book." Axi was still stretching his neck and flicking the magazine here.

Guan Lue could only put down the porridge bowl, and touched the top of Axi's head again: "You read it wrong, she is not..."

Ah Xi became unhappy, frowned and started kicking on the chair to lose his temper.

"Yes... yes... Aunt Tang!"

The servants beside him breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Guan Lue's complexion getting darker and darker, one of them hurried over and said, "Master Ninth, if you have something to do, go and do it first. I'll feed the young master here."

Guan Lue didn't refuse, and stood up.

Halfway there, he turned back and took away the magazine along with the materials that Lao Mai sent over.

Ning Bo came from the outer hall, holding a bouquet of fresh roses in his hand. Seeing that there were only two servants in the dining room feeding Ah Xi's breakfast, he asked, "Where is the Ninth Young Master?"

One of them didn't speak, and the other pointed upstairs.

"In Miss Tang's room again?"

"No!"

Since Tang Jingcheng left, all the furnishings in this room have not changed, and the room is cleaned every day.

Guan Lue often comes back to live, more often than before.

The entire Guanzhai knew that Tang Jingcheng was gone. He died in a riot in the Hpakant mining area in Myanmar three years ago. It is said that the rioters ignited and detonated the machine room of the jade market, and several barrels of gasoline exploded at the door of the machine room.

Two people died on the spot and more than a dozen were injured.

Among them, Tang Jingcheng was on the death list.

Ning Bo knocked on the door and went in. Guan Lue sat alone on the bed in the bedroom smoking a cigarette, the room was filled with fog.

Ning Bo went to open all the curtains, and all the light came in for a while, which was a bit dazzling.

Guan on the bed narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Master Ninth, do you want to stay here for lunch?"

Guan slightly didn't answer, his eyes shifted to the bouquet in Ning Bo's hands: "Did you just ask someone to deliver it?"

"Yes, the branches that were cut in the morning in the flower garden."

"Then put it down." Guan Lue bowed his head and continued to smoke after finishing speaking, Ning Bo couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, "Okay, then I'll go out first."

Ning Bo put the flowers on the bed cabinet, just in time to catch a glimpse of the magazine.

The photos in the magazine were too conspicuous, and Ning Bo was really stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe it.

"Master Ninth, this is..."

"You feel alike too?"

It's unbelievable, Ning Bo didn't dare to answer.

Guan Lue held his cigarette and took a puff. The fog was misty, and he raised one lip: "It's a pity that she is not, she just looks like it."

Hey... Ning Bo could only sigh inwardly, shook his head, closed the door for Guan slightly and went out.

In the bedroom, nicotine is mixed with the fragrance of roses, and the roses are still stained with morning dew, which looks like a thriving scene.

After Tang Jingcheng's accident, Guan Lue asked Ning Bo to change a bunch of fresh roses in the room every day, 360 five days a year, and the day remained the same, so it took three years.

In the past three years, the roses are still so delicate and fresh, but Guan Lue feels that he is living more and more decayed.

He put half of the cigarette in his hand on the ashtray, took out a knife from the drawer, shaved off the thorns on the stems and leaves along the flower branches, and then inserted the whole bunch of flowers into the vase.

The magazine and materials beside it are still there.

He doesn't want to look.

You can know what it is without reading it. It is nothing more than proving the fact that Shen Chunguang and Tang Jingcheng are not the same person at all, and he is not a person who evades the facts, but sometimes he just can't get past that hurdle.

The cigarette on the ashtray had been burned, so Guan Yue picked it up and threw it into the ashtray, then took out a box from the lower drawer next to it, opened it, and there was a lady's watch lying in it.

The watch is a customized model made by Patek Philippe many years ago. It is limited to 500 pieces worldwide. Each watch is engraved with a unique code on the back of the watch, so that the buyer's name can be found in Patek Philippe's system.

This watch was expensive back then, so Guan Lue asked someone to check it. What was left in the system were the English words "Qiguan CHOW", which translated into Chinese would be "Qiu Qiguan".

It's a pity that the glass on the surface of the watch has long been broken, and the metal strap is stained with scorching marks, and the pointer on it will always stop at [-]:[-] in the evening three years ago in the summer.

It was as if everything stopped at that moment, destroyed, and could not be changed.

Guan Lue rubbed his fingers again.

For three years, he knew that he should not have some emotions, and he had never felt a sense of grief, even though Su Jue came to him with this watch three years ago and told Tang Jingcheng that he had passed away. Nor did he show any signs of sadness.

But every time he saw this watch, he felt as if he was suffocating, he couldn't let it go, and he couldn't swallow it.

At that moment, Wu Fei's phone call came in.

Guan Lue answered: "Hello..." The voice was obviously very low.

Wu Fei was also considered a little clever, sticking out her tongue over there: "Sorry, did I interrupt your work?"

"No, what's the matter?"

"Su Fan's new product launch tomorrow night, there will be an after-show party after the show, can you come too?"

"Not good!" Guan Lue directly refused.

Wu Fei began to act coquettishly: "Come on, although I know you don't like this kind of occasion, but it's rare, and tomorrow is my first endorsement catwalk, it's not too much for you to attend as Jin Sheng's behind-the-scenes boss." A little tough in the middle, Wu Fei has Wu Fei's cleverness.

She knew that this man had limited patience and a cold temper, so when she got along with Guan Yue, she kept all her requests well-measured.

Not too clingy to him, nor too afraid of alienation.

Guan Lue didn't speak for a while.

Wu Fei felt that there was still something to be done, so she put more effort into it: "This is my first jewelry endorsement, and the people who will be present tomorrow are all wealthy businessmen, and I heard from the organizer that Su Fan's general manager, Su Jue, will also be there. You seem to know him, so Brother Jiu, can you just come and support me?"

Guan slightly pushed against his teeth with his tongue.

The last time he saw Su Jue seemed to be last year.

"Let's talk about it, if there is no arrangement tomorrow, we will go there."

……

Shen Chunguang fell asleep again, ordered room service at the hotel at noon, ordered red wine and a set meal, and hung it on Su Zhan's account.

At about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, someone knocked on her door, and Su Zhan sent a driver to deliver a set of Su Fan's new jewelry.

"Where are you from the young master?"

"The young master is in the company, and the chairman does not allow him to come out."

Shen Chunguang immediately pouted and lost his temper: "Why doesn't your chairman let him out?"

"..." The driver naturally didn't dare to answer.

Shen Chunguang raised his eyebrows: "Is it because I am afraid that I will not succeed if I eat him? Then you go back and tell your chairman that it is useless to lock him up. The young master's heart is with me, and Hun'er is also with me. Sooner or later we will be together." Together!"

As a result, the driver of course didn't have the guts to tell Su Hongzhi what he said when he went back, but he told Su Zhan everything verbatim, and Su Zhan became elated on the spot.

"Did she really say that?"

"Yes, absolutely true!"

It's simply... This is more exciting than what Su Hongzhi said to him in the morning, his darling, those photos last night were not in vain.

Su Zhan immediately took out his mobile phone and called Shen Chunguang.

Shen Chunguang cried at the other end first: "Did Xing'er cause a lot of trouble for Young Master Zhan?"

"No, no, how could it be?"

"Then why did you leave me alone in the hotel?"

"Isn't that because the photos were exposed? The old man is afraid of affecting tomorrow night's press conference, and there may be reporters watching us, so I'm afraid that going to you will..."

"Hey... To put it bluntly, you still despise Xing'er, right?"

"How come, it's too late to hurt you." Su Zhan's words were not expressive.

Shen Chunguang cried more and more sadly over there: "Xing'er knows that she is not good enough for you from a small place, but Xing'er really doesn't want your money like the news said, if you can't bring Xing'er tomorrow night Myolie also admitted to the press conference, but you can't leave me alone in the room..."

It really broke Su Zhan's heart.

"Who said I won't take you there? Go, go... I will take you tomorrow. At six o'clock in the evening, I will send the car to the hotel to pick you up!"

Shen Chunguang hung up Su Zhan's phone, shook his glass and took a sip, with a sour taste in his mouth.

In fact, she hasn't touched alcohol for a long time. When was the last time?three years ago?Vaguely do not remember.

Su Jue was having a meeting in the conference room when the phone on the table flickered.

He took the text message from an unfamiliar number and opened it calmly. There were only a few short words on it: "See you tomorrow night!"

Su Jue had no choice but to close his eyes. Zhong Ming seemed to notice something was wrong with his expression suddenly. He thought it was because he was tired, so he asked in a low voice beside him, "Boss Su, do you want to rest for a while?"

Only then did he come back to his senses, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at him.

He squeezed the sore brows: "No, let's continue."

Su Zhan still didn't show up the next day, Shen Chunguang knew he didn't have the guts, the old man took him seriously, it wasn't that Su Hongzhi was too pedantic, he didn't care how Su Zhan played with women outside before, but this time It's different, unexpectedly the two of them were photographed in disheveled clothes and exposed to the media.

Not only that, Shen Chunguang's family background was uncovered overnight, and even the courtyard in Ginkgo Village was uncovered, saying that Su Zhan was intoxicated by her and spent a lot of money to buy a house in Yunnan. Jiao.

A wealthy family like the Su family was suddenly associated with a prostitute from a small town in Tengchong, and it caused the whole Yunling to stir up an uproar. After all, it was not a glorious thing.

Shen Chunguang was also happy to relax, sleeping in the room and watching movies.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door and gave her a dress, and soon the other party followed her with a text message: "What you want, try the size!"

"No need to try, thank you!"

(End of this chapter)