Chapter 31.1 (1/2)
Hong Lan ran back to the hospital to see Luo Fusheng who was intact, and holding Luo Cheng’s ears was a curse. Luo Fusheng also heard what happened in the theater.
“Funny!” say Luo Fusheng who is an old opera fan, how could he not understand the rules of the opera in Liyuan? She was so troubled, although it would not be said that the baby’s rice bowl was smashed, but it was a loss of food. In the next period of time, everyone jealous of Hong Lan’s face, and dare not go to support Duan Jiaban.
The last one that was noisy in the hospital gazebo was not reconciled. At this time, Hong Lan had no scruples in front of Luo Fusheng and simply broke the jar. “Whatever you say, I’m famous for Shanghai Beach if I don’t make sense of it. You have to hang around with her for a day, and I’ll have another day!”
“Luo Cheng, come and call me next time your brother is dead!” She talked hard, and flung her whip, then turned around and left. The sound of riding boots rang through the hospital corridor.
“Don’t worry about my brother. Miss was just anxious when she heard that your injury was recurring. When I got out of the car, she still had a soft leg at the hospital entrance and almost didn’t drop her face. She just said so on her mouth.” Can’t afford to offend, Luo Cheng can only please with both ends of his tail.
“I know.” Luo Fusheng squeezed his brows. He didn’t worry that she was angry with him, but it took two days to get mad. But this young lady will not let go of Tianying so easily. Tianying sang at the Longfu Theatre, but the monk couldn’t run the temple. Thinking about it, he decided to escort her for this time.
On the evening of the next day, Luo Fusheng came out of the theater with the doctor in hiding, but saw the message “Stop Today” next to the poster of Tianying.
Under the street light, Luo Fusheng reached out and touched the poster depicting the appearance of Tianying, and was a little worried. I wonder if Hong Lan’s incident made Master Hong embarrassed her last night.
He thought about it, peeled the poster off and folded it, folded it in the inner pocket of his jacket’s chest, and got out of the car.
The car went to the entrance of the Shanghai Hotel and faced a car approaching. Pedestrians and vendors are left and right, and it is inevitable that only one party can pour back to make room for the other. It was a brand new Mercedes with two small Japanese flags on both sides.
“Young Master, it’s the Red Marble’s car. Want to make it?”
“Everyone can make it, Red Pills can’t.” I don’t know if because of the tossing out of the hospital, Luo Fusheng felt some pain in the wound and closed his eyes in the back seat. He heard his men honking their horns rhythmically, forcing them back.
A man in a suit jumped off the passenger’s co-pilot seat, calling himself Zhenwu. He Zhenwu went to Luo Fusheng’s driver and bowed. It’s not that he respects Luo Fusheng, but the Japanese love to bow and bow. “But Hong Bang Shao was in the car? He was in Shimokaru. He and I met each other on the narrow road. I should make way for you. But today, my highness is in the car.