In the blink of an eye, their figures had disappeared into the darkness.
I was anxious again and shouted: "I haven't asked your name yet!"
"Zhao Wusheng!" The man's voice echoed in the alley for a long time.
"My name is Zhou Ming!" I tried my best, and he should have heard me.
"I will always be an old-fashioned brother!" I yelled, tears soaking my eyes.[
I returned to Jin Ren's dormitory, lying on the bed, thinking about my old-fashioned brother Zhao Wusheng, and the excitement in my heart could not go away for a long time. It was not until another thing gradually came to my mind that they offset each other, making my emotions a little dignified.
Who is it?
During this period of time, I was really well-behaved. I didn’t offend anyone, didn’t make any grudges with anyone, and I never had a dispute with anyone over a woman. Who on earth wanted to use such an insidious method to make me eat a meal in an alley?
Secret loss?
Wait... there was a dispute over a woman, could it be him?
My breathing became a little heavy.
If it was him, his movements were too fast.
The next day, in the morning when the air was slightly humid, I stood on the edge of the curb.
Han Bing was standing opposite, as if she had been waiting for a long time. Behind her was that man's luxury car parked?
I frowned, do you still want to give it away?
"Husband!" Han Bing shouted and waved to me. She ran over all the way. Her long legs in tight jeans looked strong and powerful, with perfect curves.
Han Bing walked up to me and took my arm: "Let's go, let's take the bus."
"Where is he?" I looked over there, and the car was parked there quietly.
"Don't worry about him." Han Bing turned his head to the side, seemingly still angry with him.
"Wait a minute." I gently shook off her arm and walked across the street.
I walked to the car, opened the door, and saw him sitting quietly in the driver's seat, looking at me.
The face is haggard, the eyes are dull, and the hair is messy.
My heart suddenly softened.
He did that because he really loved Han Bing.
He probably didn't sleep well yesterday either. His eyes were bloodshot and he didn't have his usual elegant demeanor at all.[
I sighed: "Don't do this again."
He spoke like that, his eyes were calm, and he obviously knew what I was talking about.