MTL - Dumb Please Take a Seat-Chapter 448 The storm is coming

  Chapter 448 The storm is coming

   "There hasn't been much movement over there recently, and it's pretty quiet."

  On the other side of the mainland, Jiang Xiying was lolling on the sofa, pinching her mobile phone, laughing naughtily:

"I think it's because your intimidation some time ago has reached a certain level, making the other party formally afraid of you. You have lost the initial anger and counterattack, and you have learned to retreat to the second line and no longer enter the main battlefield of the capital. These days, you are being good. One batch!"

   At eight or nine in the morning in Country Z, the sun was already setting in Morocco.

  Sitting in front of the large French windows, Jun Gu held the silver spoon with slender finger bones like jade, but his movements of gently stirring the coffee were a little slower.

  His drooping eyes are as vast as the sea, showing a faint color.

   "Ever heard 'the calm before the storm'? Don't take it lightly."

  The more quiet and well-behaved something looks, the more ferocious it is when it jumps up and bites.

   Especially people like Gu Zhi and Gu Shihuai.

  The two have a huge family line, and they are always proud of themselves. How could they really swallow this dumb loss, smash their teeth, and swallow it, pretending to be indifferent, and begging for perfection?

   The answer is obviously impossible.

   He can be regarded as a young man who was born in a wealthy family. He has seen countless dark times since he was a child. Jiang Xiying naturally knows this truth.

"I don't know what they're up to, but I guess that this World Championships can't escape their calculations." He swayed his legs on the sofa: "After all, it's hard to see you guys. It's better for you and Jiu'an to be more careful."

  Although he didn't know what the other party was planning, according to Jiang Xiying's intuition, it must not be simple.

   I just don’t know if things like before will happen in this World Championships.

  If those **** things happen, this time it's global.

  Jiang Xi exhaled like an old lady: "In short, you should pay more attention. Gentlemen are easy to block, but villains are hard to guard against, especially this kind of bad thing that has always been indifferent. World-class competitions are still important."

   Being tricked again, Gong Jiuan and ET's reputation may not be as easy to win back as before even if they come back.

   Representing the country in battle is an honor, and people will be in awe of it, but that's only if you win the glory.

   "Don't worry about this."

  Jun Gu's eyes are faint, cool and elegant.

   Long before this, he had settled what should be solved. Moreover, at present, it seems that the other party has no intention of tampering with it.

  Because they all come straight to people.

   Nodding her chin, Jiang Xiying knew some of his movements: "Alright then, I'll pay more attention here."

  Perhaps the opponent's greatest ambition is still in the capital.

  Put the phone on the table, Jun Gu turned on the speakerphone, and brought the coffee to his lips with the other hand:

   "You arrange someone to come to Morocco."

  He has an intuition that the trip to Morocco will not go well.

  Before he thought it was just to lead the team to the World Championships, and he didn't lead many people.

   But at present, it seems that he is careless.

  He needs to ensure the safety of Gong Jiuan, so the defense naturally needs to be strengthened layer by layer.

  What Jun Gu didn't expect at this time was that it was because he was so protective that he became the target of the enemy, and he was physically and mentally exhausted for a long time.

   There was silence on the phone for two seconds before I heard Jiang Xiying reply: "Okay, I see."

  Hung up the phone, he raised his eyes and looked out of the window. There was a dusk scene, as beautiful as a painting, like a painting of a fairyland on earth.

  The fingertips inadvertently rested on the wall of the cup and rubbed lightly, the bottom of those eyes as thick as the night was a dark surge visible to the naked eye.

   So, what are you planning?

  …

  Didi—didi—

  In the huge room, the ancient-style decoration is elegant and luxurious, and in the silence, only the small beeping sound of the instrument occasionally rings in the ears.

  Old Tang folded his hands in front of him, and stood by the bed, his weather-stained and wrinkled eyes were stained with seriousness and caution.

  The person sitting by the side of the bed has a handsome side face, but the lines are as cold as the corners of his mouth, but the stethoscope hanging around his neck adds a touch of softness to him.

  When the maid came in with water, she saw such a scene.

  Before the eyes of the people inside came over, she lowered her head, put the water on the table, and retreated respectfully.

   "Master Jiang, how are you?"

  Seeing that the person holding the stethoscope stopped, he immediately picked up the water brought in by the maid and handed it to Jiang Fei.

   "Grandpa Gu's condition is fairly stable during this time, nothing serious, don't worry, Uncle Tang."

   Taking the water glass from the opponent's hand, Jiang Fei curled her lips and smiled.

  The person on the bed has silver hair all over his head, and wrinkles are all over the corners of his eyes, which is already visible to the naked eye.

  But when he opened his eyes, the elite inside and the aura of a superior person coming from his bones were still strong. Even with a sick body, people dare not underestimate it.

   "Trouble you, you have to go to the old house every month."

The old man's voice was somewhat hoarse, and it was the voice of a long-term illness. As he spoke, the old man covered his lips and coughed twice, so startled that Old Tang quickly went around to the other side of the bed to support his back very lightly. .

  The old man raised his hand to signal him not to be so nervous, and Old Tang gave up helplessly and retreated.

   "Grandpa Gu is serious. I am a doctor. It is normal to run around for patients, and it is not hard."

Putting the cup in his hand on the table, Jiang Fei looked at the old man half leaning on the bed, and another face inevitably appeared in his mind. The breath between the man's eyebrows and eyes was even more heart-warming than the elder in front of him. much surprised.

"You've always been humble, young man." The old man coughed twice, then turned to look at him: "How's Ah Duan doing these days? Is her mental state still not improving? Cough cough, my old man The bones have been staying in this pavilion all year round, and the news is lost."

   As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Old Tang who was standing on the side of the bed, sensing the old man's accusation, and Old Tang couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

   "Don't worry, Grandpa Gu, Ah Yin's condition is not as bad as before." Jiang Fei put the stethoscope in his hand into the box, and replied neither humble nor overbearing.

"That's good, that's good..." The old man nodded, his eyes filled with joy, and he slowly exhaled: "Xiao Fei, what you said before, I, an old man, can't even think about it now. It's not without reason, I, Gu Mingyuan, have been in power for most of my life, and the one I'm most sorry for is my dumb."

  The perennial lingering sickness has already made his body weak, and he will cough twice if he speaks a few more words.

   "Old Patriarch, you are not in good health, so you should say less!" Old Tang worried.

   "It doesn't matter if you say a few words,"

   Waved his hand, Gu Mingyuan once again looked at Jiang Fei who was sitting on the side of the bed:

"I know that you and Ah'an have always had a good relationship, and they are also close friends. If, ahem, if one day I am gone, I don't ask you to cure her completely. After all, it will be embarrassing for you, but I still hope that you can let her go. If she stays healthy, at least, ahem, she can live like an ordinary person."

   "Grandfather Gu..."

  His behavior made Old Tang and Jiang Fei frowned at the same time, and when they were about to speak, they were suppressed by the old man's eyes.

  When he looked at Jiang Fei, there was a rare pleading look in his eyes.

   "I actually know that she has been living for Gu Shi all her life, torturing herself for the revenge of her closest relatives, and I, the only person who can give her warmth, has also become an accomplice in destroying her, and I have been mean in the past."

  Perhaps it was because the retreat in the past few years gave him enough time to look at the future and the past, and then he realized that he had deprived him of a lot of rights that should have been cared for by others.

   "At an age when she should be lively and cheerful, she looks even more vicissitudes than an old man like me. Now I am really scared, scared..."

  He still remembers.

  When he was just brought back, the cold little man made his heart ache so much that he vowed to make up for the suffering his little dumb suffered in that short period of time.

  But how did it change later?

  Gu Mingyuan thought about it carefully.

   It seems that when his severely injured body was no longer strong enough to support the big family, he lost his warmth in his longing for the little guy to grow up as soon as possible.

  Beating harshly on that little person who was already riddled with holes and bruises, forcing her to bear the honor of the entire family.

   Now, he has succeeded.

  But the little soft girl who once ran into his arms with a smile like a flower, has turned into an unyielding appearance.

  No matter how painful or tired, I never let my fragility out.

   But he was faintly panicked. Seeing her head-dropping symptoms getting worse and worse, he forcibly called back from the arena the only person he found that he liked.

  But not everything goes as expected.

  Heaved a long sigh, Gu Mingyuan's eyes were filled with pain, and he shook his head: "It would be great if we, Duan, were just ordinary children..."

   In that way, you can have a safe and smooth life.

   You don’t have to experience the pain of witnessing the death of your loved ones, and you won’t be tortured by wicked people, and you won’t be accompanied by such dryness.

  Old Tang on the side of the bed had dampness in his downcast eyes, and he couldn't help tilting his head the most.

  The rise and fall of this family in the past thirty years, he saw clearly.

   He also knew very well that the young master he watched and grew up had those scars engraved on his body.

  Jiang Fei's lips were straightened, her eyes were serious like never before, she looked at the old man and said word by word:

   "Grandpa Gu, you don't need to tell me about this."

   "If there was no Ah'an back then, I would still be a lonely soul now, let alone pick up a scalpel. My ambition in this life is to heal Ah's body for her. No matter how long it takes, I will make her healthy."

  The old man knew that he would do his best to do what he said, and finally raised the corners of his lips and nodded: "It's a blessing for her to have a friend like you."

  Jiang Fei shook her head: "No, it was my luck that I met her."

  Old Tang sent the man out, and soon returned to the house.

   "Old Patriarch, why do you curse yourself when Master Tuojiang takes care of the Young Master?"

  He was helpless.

  Ghost knows what the old man's expression was when he heard the phrase "If I'm gone".

   "If the young master hears this flower name, it must be Xiao Banyue ignoring you again."

  Gu Mingyuan pulled his lips and smiled, and glanced at him:

   "You also know the physical condition I have. Once I'm old, I don't have to deceive myself."

   As he spoke, he started to lie down, and when Old Tang saw this, he immediately stepped forward to support him.

   "You deliberately hide some things from me, so you think I don't know, old man, I don't know much about it."

   He watched Old Tang busy in front of the bed, and what he said made the other party stunned.

  Old Tang sighed:

   "Of course I know I can't hide it from the old Patriarch, but the young master said that she hopes that you will not be disturbed by those filthy things."

  The old man sighed, and no one saw him. There were horrific burns on his legs wrapped in the cloth under the quilt.

  In the room, a hoarse and deep voice sounded slowly.

   "Little Tang, listen, the wind and rain are coming."

   Hope not to have that day.

  If there is, he, a dying person, should have returned to the ruins early.

  …

  When Old Tang closed the door lightly, the people inside had already fallen asleep.

  He turned around and walked down, but the words that the old man said today appeared in his mind.

  For some reason, he always felt that something was weird.

  He frowned, thinking about finding a time to tell Gong Jiu about the situation.

  In the antique corridor, the lights are dim.

  He suddenly stopped and turned to look at a maid who passed by him.

   "Stop."

  The maid stopped and turned around. There were light freckles on her pretty face, she looked very cute, and she was nervous about being called suddenly

   "Butler Tang."

  Old Tang glanced at the potted plant in her hand:

   "Where do you put this flower?"

   "Go back to Butler Tang, this is the batch of green plants in the main room of the house, and I'm about to send them in."

   The maid answered.

   "The old master has already fallen asleep, don't go in and disturb him," Old Tang looked at the potted plant, and ordered: "Put it upstairs in the study."

  The maid said yes and went upstairs with flowers in her arms.

   Thin body.

   Watching people go away, Old Tang turned around.

  (end of this chapter)