Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Palm of the Army Young Man

Mu Siran walked into the office, and the room was taken from outside.

"Master."

He walked towards the man at the desk step by step.

Jun Beichen looked at the young man coming, and the look in his eyes softened.

A month ago, the person in front of him was still lying on the bed without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Fortunately, I met Gu Jiu on the road.

Otherwise, Mo Siran and the four of them don't know what's going on at this time.

"You, just get used to them."

Hearing the helpless tone of the man sitting on the seat, Mu Siran raised a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

He could feel that within this month, the eldest young master treated him differently than before.

Although they are greedy for these, they are not at ease.

The disappearance of the young master and the upcoming New Year, all of which are like a knife stabbed in his heart.

The unspeakable bitterness can only be tasted by oneself.

He can't let anyone see it.

So Mu Siran still used the same mask as before, showing his gentle emotions in front of everyone.

However, only in front of the man in front of him will there be more real smiles.

After all, people are different.

Mu Siran stood at the desk and did not respond to Jun Beichen's helpless words.

At this time he came with good news.

"Gu Jiu has someone brought back the news, there may be traces of the young master."

Jun Beichen stood up from the seat with a thud, with a hint of urgency on his handsome face, "Really? Are you sure? Where did you find it?"

Said and walked over from the desk, "I will immediately arrange people to support her. It's too chaotic outside. Arrange more people so that I can spend a year with Bei Mo..."

Mu Siran looked at the man in front of him. He was not as calm as before, and he was not even as excited as he was. He immediately stopped the man who wanted to go out and give an order.

"Eldest young master, Gu Jiu said she wasn't sure, but she said she didn't need to arrange staff."

Jun Beichen was stopped, and he was not angry at all, and even had a smile on his face.

The elegant and noble man, with a smile on his face at this time, couldn't help himself happily.

"Since there is news from Gu Jiu, it is most likely that there is news from Bei Mo. Even though she is a woman, she has the same personality as Bei Mo. If there is no definite news, no one will send the letter back."

As long as he thought of finding Jun Beimo, Jun Beichen's heart was relieved.

He didn't know how long he could hold on.

But at this time, this news is really the biggest support for him.

Even if he takes his last breath, he will wait for Jun Beimo to come back.

Mu Siran naturally agreed with his words.

Once Gu Jiu gets the news, there is an eight-nine-tenth chance.

Looking at the elegant, handsome and tired face of the man in front of him, there was distress in his eyes.

This month, the hardest is him.

Just when Mu Siran felt sorry for the man in front of him, he was suddenly hugged.

"Xiao Ranran, I'm sleepy and feel so tired."

Mu Siran hugged his man and met those dark pupils, pupils that seemed to be blackened with ink.

Just when he met those dark eyes, there was a hint of helplessness and tenderness in the eyes of the other party.

But it was quickly closed weakly.

Jun Beichen is really tired.

During this month, he was physically and mentally exhausted.

Time is life-consuming for him.

He was so exhausted that he wanted to fall asleep.

Looking at Jun Beichen like this, Mu Siran's heart ached.