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Chapter 399 The Marshal and the Doctor 27

"Dr. Chu, nice to meet you again. Do you still remember me?"

Chu Jun really didn't like this greasy opening remark, so he didn't want to pay any attention to it. He just nodded slightly to Song Yan as a greeting.

Song Yan felt a little frustrated when he saw that Chu Jun was too lazy to pay attention to him, but after being in the underworld for a long time, he would not compromise because of this little setback. He continued to make his presence felt in front of Chu Jun while shaking his red wine glass.

"We met at the door of Mr. Chu's apartment about a month ago. I didn't remember to introduce myself then. My last name is Song, and my name is Song Yan."

"It doesn't matter if Mr. Chu doesn't know me, but he must know the Song family. To be honest, I am the heir of the Song family. My father and the head of the Chu family have been friends for many years, and I often hear my father mention Mr. Chu."

"Mr. Chu, if you don't mind, why don't you have a drink with me? The dinner won't start for a while yet, so why not enjoy yourself before the fun begins?"

After all, Song Yan comes from a big family and has been exposed to some useful things. There is nothing wrong with what he says, and he can be considered polite.

If only his expression wasn't so lewd.

Chu Jun raised his wine glass and smiled at Song Yan, then continued to taste the red wine in the glass without saying a word.

Song Yan couldn't figure out whether Chu Jun agreed or not, and he felt confused.

This was the first time he encountered a beauty who didn't give him face. He was so angry that he wanted to pull his own hair, or just drag the beauty to a deserted place and assault her without any scruples.

But Song Yan couldn't do any of them.

This is the Xinhua Hotel, surrounded by prominent people from the upper class. If he, a young master of the Song family, loses face for his family here, he will be skinned alive even if he doesn't die when he returns home.

Furthermore, this beauty was a person of status and position, not someone he could use and entertain at will, so using force wouldn't work.

"Doctor Chu, are you dissatisfied with Mr. Song?" When Song Yan said this, his expression was not very good. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became more gloomy.

"No." Chu Jun finally said the first words since they met.

Song Yan's face brightened a little when he heard Chu Jun's voice. He took another step closer to Chu Jun and said, "Since you are not dissatisfied with me, why can't you give me some face..."

"Doctor Chu."

A magnetic and majestic voice interrupted Song Yan's unfinished words.

"Da da da."

The dark military uniform was as straight as a sword, and the military boots made a crisp echo on the marble floor, which was more rhythmic than an old-fashioned clock.

Everyone's breathing stopped when they saw the man suddenly appear in the lobby on the first floor, except for the man in military uniform who looked straight ahead, the star on his waist as cold as ice.

Chu Yun's pupils trembled slightly when he saw the medals on his left chest, which glowed a faint blue under the light.

This military uniform is so cool.

"Mr. Mo?" Song Yan let go of his hand, his voice trembling.

Mo Heng's eyes swept over Chu Jun's lips, which had become more rosy after tasting the red wine, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He took off his white gloves, put his arm around Chu Yun's shoulders, and pulled her away.

"Mr. Song, the dinner is about to begin. There are many people here today, and Mr. Song is of noble status, so please be careful."

Mo Heng still had the smile Song Yan was most familiar with, the one he loved to smile to everyone. But his voice was different from usual, like it had been quenched with ice, freezing Song Yan's heart.

This is not the end yet. Song Yan watched as Mo Heng's fingers gently brushed the hair behind Chu Jun's ears. The intimacy of their actions went beyond that of ordinary friends.

Out of some intuition, Song Yan realized something.

Gasps echoed around them. Everyone present was a shrewd person, their minds racing with thoughts, each one forming a new assessment of Chu Jun's identity.

"Aheng, no! Mo, Mr. Mo..." Song Yan stuttered, not sure whether this "friend" who was completely different from usual would shoot him because of his offense.

He stumbled back and accidentally overturned the champagne tower.

The "crackling" sound of breaking disturbed the peace and made Mo Heng frown.

Without paying any more attention to his former "friend", he grabbed Chu Jun's wrist and led him through the crowd, leaving this chaotic place.

As his military boots stepped on the broken glass, he turned sideways and held him in his arms, his warm body temperature transmitting through the fabric of his military uniform.

When the figure, which was completely different from the one in their memory, disappeared at the stairs, the guests on the first floor came to their senses and called the servants to clean up the place and take a look at the poor frightened child.

A moment later, the place was cleaned up, and the injured Song Yan was taken away timidly by his angry father.

The lights around dimmed and the dinner was about to begin.

The crystal chandelier in the second-floor corridor suddenly went out, and Chu Jun was pressed against the carved wooden door. Mo Heng's breath was so close that he could see the shadow cast by his eyelashes.

"What did that brat say to you?" It must have been something unpleasant to the ears.

Doesn't Mo Heng know Song Yan yet? Having Dr. Chu talk to that brat is really polluting Dr. Chu's ears.

Chu Jun's eyes wandered over Mo Heng's slightly aggrieved look. Not afraid of Mo Heng's sudden advance, she leaned lazily against the door and asked with a smile, "Mr. Mo, are you jealous?"

Mr. Mo said nothing, just pursed his lips.

Nonsense, of course he's jealous!

Why can't I talk and laugh with Chu Jun? Why does that brat have the right?

Mo Heng had been patient long enough. When he realized that Song Yan was about to take action, he finally couldn't sit still anymore and took Chu Jun upstairs.

Chu Jun felt a little uncomfortable with his wrist being pressed. The medal on Mo Heng's clothes shone through his shirt, making Chu Jun shiver and frown.

Seeing Chu Jun's bad expression, Mo Heng thought that his abrupt action made Chu Jun uncomfortable, so he immediately let go of his hand and apologized fluently.

"Don't be angry, Dr. Chu. I was just impulsive."

Chu Jun rubbed his wrist in silence. He didn't know where he'd learned this bad habit of pushing people against the wall without a word. The clothes were so thin that they hurt his back.

Mo Heng bent down and looked up at Chu Jun's lowered eyes. For some reason, he seemed to see a flash of tears, and Mo Heng's heart tightened instantly.

"Why are you crying? You must have done something wrong!"

Mistakenly thinking that Chu Jun was crying because of him, Mo Heng didn't dare to say anything. He reached to his waist, took out the gun he used most often, and held up one of Chu Jun's hands and placed it in his palm.

"This is for Dr. Chu. It's my apology."

If he doesn't make a move, it's fine. But once he does, it's his beloved gun that no one else can touch. Mo Heng has interpreted the term double standard to the extreme.

Chu Jun didn't know what the gun meant, nor did he know how those people would react when they saw it.

He only knew that the gun felt comfortable to the touch and was easy to use. If he met some impolite and rude guys in the future, he could just shoot them in the head and leave himself alone.

So Chu Jun was very satisfied with this apology.

"Mr. Mo said he would give this to me personally, so I can't go back on my word." Chu Jun smiled and gripped the gun handle, which still retained Mo Heng's body temperature.

"Of course." Mo Heng was happy to see Chu Jun liked it.

There was no one here, and Dr. Chu looked particularly good today. Being so close, Mo Heng couldn't control himself. The cunning glint in Dr. Chu's eyes instantly caught his attention, and Mo Heng, not caring that he was the star of the party, put his arm around Chu Jun's waist and pressed forward.

Just outside the door was a noisy banquet, with people drinking and chatting. It was so quiet inside that one could only hear each other's breathing.