Zhang Chenchu swore that he had been friends with Shang Qingwen for almost thirty years, and this was the topic he heard that most deviated from the trajectory of his life.
"Hey, are you telling the truth?" Zhang Chenchu quickly followed him and decided to ask the question, but Shang Qingwen seemed to have lost the interest to continue talking about this topic. Zhang Chenchu was depressed.
Feeling that the time to ask had passed, he rubbed his nose angrily and followed Shang Qingwen to the door of the private room of the club. When he pushed the door open and entered, he sighed, "This is so terrible!"
"I overslept!" Shang Qingwen's voice answered softly, and he reached out to rub his temples. He seemed to feel a little tired. He always spoke so softly, as if something big was happening to him.
Everything was going on in front of him, so much so that after saying these words, Zhang Chenchu's mouth twitched and his body froze, as if he could hear the sound of his bones cracking and breaking due to the ice.
Damn, this joke is too cold!
"Bang--" A silver club hit Zhang Chenchu's forehead accurately. Then, the end of the club slowly slid to his chin, and then lifted it slightly, and Zhang Chenchu's baby face
He was picked up and looked in the straight direction of the silver cue. He was sitting diagonally on the billiard table. His long legs in white casual trousers were casually hanging on the edge of the table. Holding one end of the cue was a snow-white bird.
Infinitely long fingers.
"Do you know the most effective way to deal with people who gossip? That is to always just say one sentence. You can guess the result of the next sentence!" After saying that, he smiled lightly, put away the cue stick, and pointed at the ball on the table.
It's a precise shot.
Zhang Chenchu rolled his eyes, "Come on, you two brothers know how to gang up on me!" Who doesn't know that this guy spent several years in the army and developed good kung fu. As he spoke, he took off his coat and handed it to the waiter on the side.
, "Bring a bottle of red wine!" At the end, he specifically stated, "I want it from the vintage that Young Master Shang and Second Young Master Shang like! Don't get the wrong one!"
Shang Yayang stopped moving and stood up from the billiard table. Only then did he see Shang Qingwen walking in slowly. His expression also changed. He put down his cue and stood aside, with a happy and warm smile on his face.
Come on, "Brother!"
"Why are you here?" Shang Qingwen's obsidian eyes flashed. After saying this, he looked at Zhang Chenchu who was sitting aside and wiping his nose. Zhang Chenchu laughed twice and saw Shang Yayang still standing upright.
At the table, he stretched out his hand and waved, "Come and sit here, come and sit, what are you doing standing up? Have you not stood enough in the army?"
Shang Yayang did not move. His eyes were locked on Shang Qingwen since he came in, as if he was afraid that he would run away.
Even when Zhang Chenchu asked him to sit down, his eyes were always looking at Shang Qingwen, as if he was waiting for his permission before he would sit down.
Zhang Chenchu couldn't help but sigh, when did this boy Shang Yayang become so good? I'm afraid he has to go back to the time when he was still wearing split pants.
Zhang Chenchu looked at the silent Shang Qingwen and sighed in his heart, wondering if it was a wrong decision to call Shang Yayang here tonight, but now that the matter has come to this, he can't kick Shang Yayang out, right?
The atmosphere in the room was a bit dull. Shang Yayang stood upright and looked at the man sitting on the sofa. After a while, he softly said, "Brother, can you go back and see grandpa? He misses you very much."
Yes, I heard that you are back, he——"
"Is this what you came here to tell me today?" The man on the sofa whispered, his voice soft but directly interrupting the other person's words.
Shang Yayang looked at him with a gaze that was obviously very plain and ordinary, but in his eyes, it had a tremendous power, making him feel an inexplicable sense of pressure.
He tried hard to control his joy at seeing his brother, bit his lip and said softly: "Brother, it's been five years since you left, it's time for you to go home!"
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