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In the summer of [-], Jiu Mozhi was born, and his birth took away his mother's life.

Like the beginning of all romance novels, the hero and heroine go through all kinds of hardships, and finally live happily together. Unfortunately, the birth of Jiu Mozhi brought all the happiness and joy to an abrupt end.

Jiu Mozhi held the wine bottle, tomorrow was his birthday, he squatted by the river, looked at the desolate sky, and then moved his eyes to the lights on the other side.At this moment, some people are busy with work, and some people turn on the lights, waiting for the return of their relatives.

Swallowing the bitter wine in one gulp, the pungent taste rushed to my heart, and my brain roared.

He stood up unsteadily, and walked towards the Dijue Hotel. The Dijue Hotel is located by the river. Room 886 is next to the river, and you can have a panoramic view of the entire river.

That was the place where his parents made love. Their meeting was a romantic encounter. One was a fair lady and the other was a modest gentleman. Because they walked into the wrong room, they fell in love at first sight.

But no matter how warm and romantic the story is, they are now separated forever.

Jiu Mozhi walked into the room, and there seemed to be bursts of exclamations behind him... He laughed, opened the room and walked in, lay on the bed, and took off all the cumbersome clothes on his body, maybe only in his sleep, To forget all the troubles.

And Xiaohua, the little girl at the front desk who followed Jiu Mozhi to the room from the lobby, said to the manager with a mournful face, "What to do, the room is reserved, what if the guest comes in and finds someone else?"

"How did this room get settled?"

"It was decided by Manager Ninth..." Xiaohua's face was full of distress. Manager Ninth was Jiu Mozhi's father - Jiu Weiyi.

"Hey..." The manager sighed, "They've already gone in. Anyway, it's their family's affairs, and we can't get involved. If Manager Ninth comes, just let him know."

Xiaohua could only nod her head, that's the only way to do it.

Jiu Mozhi woke up in the morning, and before he had time to feel sad, he was attracted by the little snoring around him.

The hair tips of the sleeping person in front of him were fine and fragmented, as if hanging with starlight, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were thick, they curled up quietly, the tip of his nose was small, his mouth was slightly pursed, and his face was flushed.

There were patches of blue and purple on the white and tender arms.

Jiu Mozhi didn't dare to look at it. He covered the boy with a quilt. Yes, it was a boy, and a boy with an immature face.

He put on his clothes in a hurry, before the person on the bed woke up, he walked out of the room in a panic.

Carefully closing the door, when he reached the door, he looked at the corridor with no one on both sides, raised his hand, and slapped himself hard.

Walking to the lobby in a daze, Xiaohua is still on duty because she has something on her mind. Seeing Jiu Mozhi come down, she hurriedly greeted her, "Third Young Master, did you sleep well...?"

Jiu Mozhi suddenly raised his head, looked at Xiao Hua, and thought in his heart, has his affairs been known?But seeing Joke's earnest eyes, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, I've had a good rest." God knows how bad his face was when he said it.

Xiaohua finally breathed a sigh of relief, Jiuyi didn't come yesterday, and Jiu Mozhi didn't seem to be any different, so it should... be fine, right?

Is Jiu Mozhi really all right?That must be impossible.

The wind in the summer morning was still a little cool. He stood at the door of the hotel, looking at the sparse crowd, and his chaotic mind finally had a moment of sobriety.

After calling the driver to pick him up, he walked to the gate, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lowered his head and lit it.

He doesn't smoke often, but at the moment, only the thick smoke gives him the ability to think.

Leaning against the wall, beside a green holly, with black eyelids and a sad face, when Zhou Yuan saw Jiu Mozhi like this, he thought he had misunderstood the person.

"Hey, Jiumozhi, what are you doing?"

Zhou Yuan came over, reached out and snatched his cigarette back, put it in his mouth and sucked it, tears were about to flow out, "I didn't say, where did you get such low-quality cigarettes, nine of you No money at home?"

Jiu Mozhi cast a glance at him, Zhou Yuan was his boy, who was fooling around all day long, and always called him various strange nicknames, Jiu Mozhi didn't want to pay attention to him, so he grabbed the cigarette and continued to smoke.

Zhou Yuan touched his nose, and leaned against the wall like him, "The Qin family has made big moves recently."

"kindness."

"There is a piece of land for sale in City A. It seems that the Qin family wants to buy it."

"kindness."

"If the Qin family buys this land, our two families will lose more than a few million."

"kindness."

Zhou Yuan turned to look at him, today is really strange, why don't you have any opinion at all, only be kind? "I said... Jiu'er, are you a ghost?"

Jiu Mozhi didn't even bother to cast a glance at him, and let him wipe out the remaining cigarette butts with his fingers. He turned his head and looked at the door of the hotel. The little boy just came out at this moment.

He was wearing a school uniform and walked very slowly, as if every step would involve the wound. While walking, he wiped his eyes with his sleeves, as if crying.

Immediately after he came out, a boy in school uniform like him came up to meet him. The two of them supported each other. Jiu Mozhi noticed that the boy immediately laughed, and there seemed to be a small dimple on the corner of his mouth when he smiled.

Not knowing what was going on, Jiu Mozhi felt that his heart seemed to be beating faster, a little painful, a little itchy.