In Hongcheng Hotel, Liu Zhu and others drank a lot because of the return of Hon Hai.

At this time, Xiao Hu pushed open the private room door and entered the room and said in Liu Zhu's ear, "Brother, Zhang Baisong is here!"

"Let him come in, Xiaohai has a bad relationship with him," Liu Zhu raised his head in confusion and said.

At this time, Huang Shan seemed to have finally waited for the opportunity to stand up and said, "It's just that something is wrong if you didn't come in. Have you drunk too much? If you drink too much, please stay here. Xiaohai, drink Ang, I'll deal with something!"

Hon Hai looked at Huang Shan and asked, "Is there anything big of a deal? Brother Huang? I have a good relationship with him. Can I go there?"

"Oh, just after I got home, so many people were waiting for you to drink with them. You drink it. After a while, I will make Dong'ang with Zhuzi. Xianle will take us Xiaohai to be so casual and elegant, don't talk about the calf!" Huang Shan said with a smile and turned around and was about to leave, but Liu Zhu reached out and suddenly grabbed Huang Shan's pants.

Huang Shan was stunned for a moment and looked at Liu Zhu without saying a word.

"Come back quickly, I'm happy when my brother comes back!" Liu Zhu frowned and said softly.

"I understand, drink less!" Huang Shan replied with a smile and then left the private room with Xiao Hu and walked towards his office.

In Huangshan's office, Zhang Baisong's face was pale and he was sitting on the sofa with some restlessness. After seeing Huangshan entering the house, Zhang Baisong seemed to be relieved to stand up and look at Huangshan's mouth and open his mouth to speak, but Huangshan waved his hand and said, "Xiao Hu, please let Xiao Wuzi bring my tea leaves, and then you go to drink too, it's okay!"

Xiao Hu knew very well about the matter, so he nodded and agreed and closed the door and went out.

Huangshan and Zhang Baisong watched Xiao Hu leave and all sat on the sofa. Then Huangshan looked at Zhang Baisong and said, "Baisong, Zhuzi is friends with you, right?"

Zhang Bosong was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and admitted.

"Since you are a friend, you shouldn't say it, and you shouldn't do things that are not friends, right?" Huang Shan looked at Zhang Bosong and asked again.

From the time Zhang Baisong entered the house to the present, what Huangshan said after two sentences was reasonable and well-founded, and Zhang Baisong swallowed all the words he had already thought about, but he didn't say a single word!

"Hongcheng opens the door to do business. If you feel trembling, you can move in and I'll give you a discount!" Huang Shan was very satisfied with Zhang Baisong's failure to speak, so he smiled and reached out and patted Zhang Baisong's thighs, then stood up and continued, "Honghai is back. I just said that you two have a good relationship. Do you go over and have a drink?"

Zhang Baisong suddenly smiled as he looked at Huangshan's expression. This smile was the smile of a wise man in Huangshan's eyes, but it was very bitter and more like a kind of self-mockery!

"I won't go. If we really have a good relationship, I can't come here today. I'll leave Lao Huang, thank you!" Zhang Baisong stood up and sighed after saying that.

When Huangshan watched Zhang Baisong bypass him and was about to go out, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Baisong, the so-called "being convinced by virtue is that his mother can't do it. He is indifferent to fame and fortune because interests do not have your share!"

After listening to Huang Shan’s last sentence, Zhang Baisong walked out of the office without looking back.

Huangshan waited until Zhang Baisong left completely before he reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and muttered softly, "Fortunately he is a person who knows the current affairs, otherwise he would have to bury one of his mother, one hundred and eight generals of Liang Shanbo, tomorrow!"

While Huangshan was muttering, Xiao Wuzi walked in with a tea box and asked Huangshan with a smile, "Brother Huang, tea!"

"It's okay, I can't get it anywhere, I can't use it!" Huang Shan said with a smile on Xiao Wuzi's neck. Then, in Xiao Wuzi's puzzled eyes, Huang Shan briskly returned to the private room where the banquet was hosted by the Hon Hai, as if nothing had happened.

That night, Zhang Baisong went home rarely.

Zhang Baisong was once absurd and unreasonable, but when he was lying outside, he had a bad relationship with his father, Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang always felt that his son was not inconsistent, and he was not worthy of his son. In addition, Zhang Baisong had done a lot of ridiculous things in those years, so he simply let Zhang Baisong move out by himself. Zhang Baisong has been a good family style for so many years, but his father and Lao Zhang completely retreated, so the father and son always had no good chance to sit down and have a chat because one was busy and the other was free.

After Zhang Baisong returned home today, Lao Zhang rarely cooked two side dishes and then drank some wine with his son.

Zhang Bosong's mother was quite happy to leave the table and watch the TV series in advance, so the father and son were left to sit awkwardly at the dining table.

After a long time, Old Zhang suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Didn't you turn back?"

Zhang Baisong smiled bitterly and said, "What are you saying? Is Alzheimer really sick? Isn't you turning back?"

After taking a look at Zhang Baisong, Lao Zhang suddenly said, "Why is your hair still white?"

Zhang Baisong was stunned for a moment and reached out to touch his temples, then said speechlessly, "I'm old too!"

"Go home and live!" Lao Zhang suddenly opened his mouth and said.

Zhang Baisong even forgot how long it took for him to have not had such emotional fluctuations. When he heard Lao Zhang's words, he immediately smiled in tears.

"I can't let you get into trouble even if I fight this life. Gao Qing's affairs have not reached that point yet. You can't explain it clearly when someone comes to you!" Lao Zhang said with some painstaking words.

Zhang Baisong smiled and let the tears fall. He reached out and patted his father's hand and said, "Your son is incompetent. He hesitated to let others take away his first pot of gold when he saw the opportunity. When no one woke up, he stood in the wrong line. Now he has made others use it as a stepping stone. I am frustrated by my dad!"

A word "Dad!"

A sentence "Frustrated!"

It made Lao Zhang burst into tears in an instant!

Zhang Baisong did not live at home that night, but talked to his mother after drinking too much for his father, then gave a card to his mother, and then left home.

Sitting in his deserted home, there was a cloth bag that had not been opened for a long time on Zhang Baisong's table.

After Zhang Baisong opened it tremblingly, he revealed a small sterile box, with two glass needles neatly placed inside.

"Fuck, how long hasn't I been talking about this guy? Why do you see this old guy? I'm still a little excited?" After Zhang Baisong said with a smile, he skillfully tied his arm with a tourniquet...
Chapter completed!