"Auntie, go home and have a look some time! No matter how sad that place is, it is your home after all. Where are your real relatives? Grandpa and the others miss you very much." Lin Feng was walking on the street.
Suddenly he turned to Liang Ningbing and said.
Hearing this, Liang Ningbing paused slightly. Her trembling body was enough to show that she was not a heartless woman. Perhaps after being sad, it was more of a feeling. Then Liang Ningbing calmed herself down and smiled at Lin Feng:
"Well... In fact, over the years, the sadness in my heart has long ceased to exist. Maybe I wasn't very sensible at that time! Just imagine that I haven't been home for nearly ten years."
After saying that, Lin Feng seemed to understand Liang Ningbing. Maybe everyone is born with a mentality of being mean. People are social animals, and this does not refer to life, but to psychology. Being sad is not sad.
Being sad may not be scary, because after being sad, you may have another habit of understanding the psychology. Maybe it is precisely the independence after experiencing the hustle and bustle that makes people's thinking tongue taste the taste of despair and loneliness. The sadness will fade away and be replaced.
It was just a faint thought about the person or that place that made her sad; maybe it only took one step to heal the sadness. But a heartbroken person was a complete despair, because her heart could not fill that wound. Maybe
It will heal, but the healed wound will always leave scars. The scars cannot be erased. At this time, Liang Ningbing must be sad. But Lin Feng must be sad for Qian Yinuo!
"Xiao Feng... Why don't you go back with me when the time comes! Of course, I have to take your girlfriend back with me." After a moment of silence, Liang Ningbing said again. As she spoke, she lightly pushed Lin Ziyi beside her. Immediately
The corners of Lin Ziyi's lips curled up, and she followed Liang Ningbing into making a scene. Passers-by were immediately shocked.
"Well...if they knew you were going back, they would be so happy that they shed tears of pain." Lin Feng seemed to be preparing to say a few more words, but then he found that Liang Ningbing and Lin Ziyi walked into a cosmetics store in small steps. He shook his head slightly and whispered to himself
He muttered to himself: "You are already beautiful enough, do you still need to use cosmetics?" However, he followed the two girls into the cosmetics store.
Mengyun Bar on Xiangyun Street in the south of the city. A man with erect eyebrows and a round face with a slight smile. His slightly chubby body shook for a while and let out a long roar. He faced a man who pushed the door and walked in with an angry face.
The man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "It's true that a leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, how can we not meet each other in life!"
Hearing this, another man raised his mouth and sneered twice, his pale face looked slightly anxious, and his slightly small eyes stared. He looked at the man who just spoke and said angrily: "Yang Weifeng, the smiling tiger on the road really deserves his reputation.
Ah! I’m telling you, don’t pretend to be polite to me. No matter how you fucking pretend, you’re just a polite scum.”
"You are looking for death..." As soon as the man who pushed in the door finished speaking, a bodyguard in a black coat next to Smiling Tiger Yang Weifeng appeared with a short knife in his hand. As he spoke, he flashed away at the man who pushed in the door.
There was a sound of "Clang...", and a spark of knife collision flashed in the air. The bodyguard took a closer look, and he didn't know when a man in a suit wearing a black coat appeared in front of him, also holding a short knife.
It happened that the blades of the two knives collided.
The two bodyguards seemed unwilling to accept it, and raised the short knives in their hands at the same time. At this moment, two different voices sounded at the same time: "Back off..." ("Stop...") Then the two bodyguards looked at each other with a look in their eyes.
A trace of fighting spirit returned to his original position.
"Xiao Yong is so good at knowing my preparation position. Your eyeliner is very good!" Yang Weifeng, the smiling tiger, raised his brows and said with slightly squinting eyes.
"Eyeliner, huh, no matter how good the eyeliner is, it can't be as fast as your movements." The man named Xiao Yong snorted coldly and sat across from Yang Weifeng. He said with anger on his face.
"Oh... action, I don't know what action you are talking about. I still want to ask you. Why do you come to me?" Yang Weifeng looked at Xiao Yong with a hint of anger.
"Huh... What are you doing? Yang Weifeng, Yang Weifeng, you really don't call yourself a smiling tiger for nothing. I think you know what I am doing." Xiao Yong looked directly at Yang Weifeng and said.
"I don't understand what you are talking about." Yang Weifeng said with a wave of his hands.
"I don't know what I'm talking about. Yang Weifeng, you really have a smile behind your back! We, Baiyun Club, and your Lingyun Gang have always kept the waters in check. You should know what you did. Today I risked my life to ask you to give me a
Explain." Xiao Yong said and stood up angrily.
Hearing this, Yang Weifeng was slightly startled, and looked directly at Xiao Yong. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Yang Weifeng trembled in his heart. He found that Xiao Yong's eyes were full of death, the kind of look that only death elements could show, which made this person
Yang Weifeng, who had never been afraid before, also had a little bit of fear. The weak were afraid of the strong, the strong were afraid of the strong, and the strong were afraid of risking their lives. At this time, Xiao Yong was really the kind of person who didn't care about his life.
Sooner or later, Yang Weifeng, who had already put his life and death on the line, calmed down quickly. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and his brows gradually furrowed. As if he didn't want to be weaker than Xiao Yong in terms of momentum, he slapped the table with both hands and stood up.
He sneered and said: "Xiao Yong, you actually said that you Baiyun will help us, Lingyun, to stay on the same page. If you don't give me an explanation for your attitude today, you won't be able to leave alive."
"Really? I want to see what you can do to me when I get there." Xiao Yong said coldly. In other words, the bodyguards around the two of them were ready to move. They stared at each other without blinking.
After a moment of silence, Yang Weifeng seemed to be hesitating, and broke the silence again: "Xiao Yong, I have written down what happened today, and I will find your president."
"President, Yang Weifeng, you are still pretending to be confused. The president has turned into a cold corpse. Are you going down to find him?" Xiao Yong shouted again.
"What..." Hearing this, Yang Weifeng exclaimed, his eyes opened in vain, and his slightly trembling body looked very shocked. With an expression of astonishment on his face, he exclaimed in surprise with an unbelievable look on his face: "How is it possible...
…How can this be."
"Impossible, didn't you do it? I don't know about other things. I only know that our president only met with you yesterday. Then he came back with a cold corpse. Apart from you, I really can't think of anyone else.
I think only you know best what others have done." Xiao Yong said with a sneer. But there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and he was very confused that Yang Weifeng's expression did not look like he was sitting.