He was alone, without a wife or children, and no one knew what he was planning.
The steward shook his head and followed the young marshal's order.
Lu Cheng came out, got in the car and drove towards Huixi Manor.
In Huixi Manor, Jing Mohao was holding a glass of red wine and drinking it alone.
Yan Yu stood aside, not knowing whether he was happy or worried.
Originally, it was a good thing to seriously injure Huan Mingluo this time.
Although Ouyang Weiyun was still allowed to run away, he was also seriously injured, at least disabled.
Although there were injuries on both sides, overall, their side was unexpected and fought a good battle.
At least this is the most refreshing time since he became the boss, but it is also the most confusing time.
I don't even understand who the other party is and why they are fighting this war.
I only know that even though I won the battle, I don't have much sense of accomplishment.
In addition, the young master is in a depressed mood at the moment, and there is nothing to be proud of.
This is already the sixth bottle of red wine that the young master drank today.
No one said a word, and he was suffocated to death just standing by.
Unable to stand it any longer, Yan Yu went up and got a cup.
He boldly took the wine bottle in front of Jing Mohao and poured himself a cup.
Jing Mohao raised his eyelids in surprise and glanced at him.
“Greedy” Yan Yu squeezed the cup in his hand and admired his courage.
Just don't do anything and don't stop talking.
"Young Master, although I am not sure why you drink, I guess I am in the same mood as you now."
Jing Mohao laughed lightly, "Oh, how are you feeling?"
Yan Yu didn't smile, he stared at the few glimmers of water reflected in the wine glass, slightly in a trance.
After drinking a sip of pure brew, I instantly felt a little more confident and said, "Young Master, I'm not afraid of your jokes.
I just think we did a beautiful job in this battle, but the more we do such beautiful things, The more I want someone to know, I want her to see it with her own eyes, but" "Yan Yu," Jing Mohao suddenly interrupted him, his tone full of deepness.
"Young Master, did I say something wrong?"
Yan Yu was a little worried.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Jing Mohao asked himself.
Yan Yu was obviously stunned and said, "Young Master, what did you do wrong?"
Jing Mohao didn't answer, and there was a desolation in his brows that no one could understand.
He drank the wine in his hand, completely ignoring the hints of red wine, only the burning and scalding heat of the wine.
Although his punch was steady and firm, it was like an atomic bomb falling on an uninhabited beach.
It had no benefit and no repercussions.
It was an understatement and insignificant.
All actions are based on one's own guesses.
Whether it is really beneficial to Luo Xi's safety or whether it can kill two birds with one stone is unknown.
Is Luo Xi still alive and well?
Is she still pregnant with her child?
Is she being tortured?
Oh shit How could she be safe in the opponent's hands?
He actually let it go and left his woman in the wolf's den for such a long time.
Although he knew that Lu Cheng was a guarantee for Luo Xi, what if something went wrong?
What if my assumption is wrong?
How could he leave his woman's stability in the hands of others?
How did I wait until now calmly: