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Chapter 377 The Marshal and the Doctor 5

The driver sat upright in the driving seat. After Chu Yun and Mo Heng were seated, he slowly started the car. It seemed that he already had an idea of ​​the destination.

"I was in a hurry last time and was unable to entertain Doctor Chu properly. I hope Doctor Chu won't mind."

In the car, Mo Heng put his arm behind Chu Yun's back. This gesture was familiar yet a little frivolous.

The man's upper body was almost leaning on Chu Yun. This should not be the behavior of two people who have just met for only three times, but for Mo Heng, a dissolute playboy, it seemed to be the case.

Chu Jun did not respond to Mo Heng's words, nor did he push Mo Heng away. The car was so small that it couldn't be pushed far even if he tried. It would be better to just sit there.

The streetscape outside changed, and the road seemed to be getting wider. Chu Jun guessed that they were heading towards the city center, so he asked Mo Heng in confusion, "Where are we going?"

Mo Heng tidied up the loose hair on his forehead with his fingers, tilted his head and said casually, "Let's go to the theater. Today's performance is the top show there, and ordinary people can't get in. Doctor Chu just came back from studying abroad, so he probably hasn't heard of it yet~"

Mo Heng's breath was right next to Chu Yun's face, and the angle was very ambiguous.

If someone looked in from the car window, it would look like the young master of the Mo family was impatiently pressing the beauty against the back of the chair and kissing her, which seemed quite indifferent to worldly matters.

Chu Jun didn't realize that there was anything wrong with the two of them, but was just thinking about the "top card" that Mo Heng mentioned.

Why does it have such a frivolous vibe? This theater is definitely not a place for fun.

Even a frown on a beautiful woman's face is beautiful. Mo Heng admired her quietly for a while before explaining to Chu Jun, "There's a new Pingtan troupe in the Great World, from Jiangnan."

As Mo Heng spoke, he lowered his hand to press on Chu Yun's lower back. "It's the song 'Pearl Tower', the part where Fang Qing meets the girl."

His thumb unconsciously stroked Dr. Chu's spine.

Sure enough, she is still too thin.

Chu Jun finally realized Mo Heng's intention, slapped Mo Heng's dishonest hand away, turned his head to look at the street scene slowly receding outside the window, and didn't even want to say a word of scolding to Mo Heng.

Seeing that Chu Jun seemed really angry, Mo Heng finally calmed down and sat next to Chu Jun without making any other small movements.

Winter had already arrived in the concession at this time. The cold wind was like a knife, piercing through the clothes. Even staying in the car could feel the chill.

Many half-naked people can still be seen on the streets. The rickshaw drivers are thin and look like they haven't had a full meal for a long time, but they still have to do heavy labor every day to support their families.

This is the normal life of the people here, and the oppression of the Chinese people by foreigners is reflected in all aspects.

Anyone who can make it here has to have some interactions with foreigners.

Or maybe they can be like the Mo family and the Chu family, who are sensible, don't cause trouble and have money, and then they can live in peace for a while.

"The number one scholar in the opera," Chu Jun retracted his gaze and suddenly started talking to Mo Heng about "The Pearl Tower." "One must go through many dangers before returning home in glory."

Chu Yun's words seemed to imply something else.

The top scholar has escaped death and is finally able to return to his hometown. Look at the foreigners with different hair colors walking by outside the car window, dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, as if this place already belongs to them completely.

They seem to be the outsiders.

Can they go back to their hometown?

Mo Heng seemed not to understand the meaning of his words and just smiled, but there was no joy in this smile.

The gun hidden in his clothes seemed to be heated by his body temperature. Mo Heng's hand touched the gun handle unconsciously, and he felt that the gun seemed to be looking forward to a fierce battle.

Mo Heng also looked out the window.

The neon sign of "Peace Hotel" outside the car window flickered alternately with the kerosene lamps in the shantytown, like the overlapping projections of two parallel worlds.

Chu Yun had previously thought that Mo Heng was probably going to take him to some indecent place, and facts proved that Chu Yun's guess was correct.

The person standing on the stage is indeed a serious and talented quyi artist who came all the way from the south of the Yangtze River.

But those girls in cheongsams walking around on the first floor didn't seem to be from here.

Chu Jun was sitting in a private room on the second floor, and he could see everything on the first floor clearly just by looking down.

He looked at the girls who were circling around the guests at the front of the first floor. The other guests' eyes fell on them intentionally or unintentionally, as if the folk artists performing in front had become supporting roles.

"Isn't this the big world? Why are the girls from Changsan Hall here too?" Chu Jun recognized the identities of those girls.

Mo Heng smiled and gestured to Chu Jun to look at the people in the front row: "Do you know that person?"

Chu Jun looked at the person who was surrounded by people with only his head sticking out, then turned around and rolled his eyes at Mo Heng.

"Just look at the back of your head, even a ghost can recognize you." Chu Yun did not hide his displeasure.

Mo Heng, who had probably never seen Chu Jun show such a lively expression, was immediately amused by Chu Jun's expression. He couldn't control his hands and laughed, "Haha," and was about to put his arm around Chu Jun's shoulders. But he was quickly slapped back by the quick-witted Dr. Chu.

The eldest young master's hands were so delicate that the back of his hands turned red after being "gently" patted.

Chu Yun's disgusted look made Mo Heng feel intimate. Not only did the eldest young master not care about Chu Yun's rudeness, he also picked up the teacup and served it to Dr. Chu's mouth, as if to apologize.

Seeing Chu Jun take a sip of tea, the man couldn't help but speak in a friendly tone: "In the entire concession, no one dares to do this to me."

The only one who dared to let Mo Heng offer tea was the young master in front of him.

"So where are all the people who treated Master Mo so badly before?"

Chu Jun wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, glanced at Mo Heng, and then went to watch the performance on the stage.

Obviously, he did not take Master Mo's "threat" seriously, nor did he care about the man's background.

Mo Heng's eyes were dim, and he lowered his eyes for a moment, wondering if he was thinking of those who were left under his gun.

However, when he looked at Chu Jun again, his pair of dark eyes were shining like obsidian.

The giant crystal chandelier on the roof reflected colorful light, which fell on the young master's delicate face, making Chu Jun look more dazzling than the most precious gems.

Mo Heng seemed to feel that the gem should be seen closer to be properly appreciated, and he leaned closer to Chu Jun, so close that he seemed to be resting his head on Dr. Chu's shoulder.

"Those who made me unhappy were thrown into the Huangpu River." Mo Heng suddenly said this.

The man's voice was low and magnetic, and he seemed to be joking, but his tone didn't seem to indicate otherwise.

Chu Jun's pupils shrank slightly when he heard that. He turned to look at Mo Heng, but he only saw the man's long eyelashes. His dark eyes were hidden in the shadows cast by his eyelashes, and it was impossible to distinguish between light and dark.

Chu Jun was silent for a while. Mo Heng could feel that Doctor Chu's eyes were still on him. After a moment, he looked up nonchalantly and said, "I was just kidding. Doctor Chu, why are you so serious?"

The cynical smile on Mo Heng's face really made people want to be beaten. Chu Jun couldn't help but make close contact with the man's face with her palm.

The advantage of having a thick skin is that it is not so fragile. In the end, Chu Jun's palms felt a little hot, and Master Mo took the opportunity to hold it in his hand and took advantage of it.