Zhang Chenchu looked at Shang Yayang, who was standing next to the billiard table with impeccable posture. He was tall and tall, and the dark shirt he wore gave him a tough military uniform. This guy ran to his place and sat down.
For most of the day, I was waiting for the opportunity to meet Shang Qingwen.
However, when I heard this sentence coming out of Shang Yayang's mouth, I felt a little sad. It turned out that this kind of sadness had not faded much with the passage of time. On the contrary, it was like old wine.
After a long time, once I read it out, the sadness that has not faded makes me feel even more uncomfortable.
Zhang Chenchu picked up a crystal goblet filled with half a glass of red wine from the plate held by the waiter's hands, and turned his eyes to the silent man sitting on the sofa.
Different from Shang Ya's masculine temperament, the aura released by Shang Qingwen was always light and lazy. When he heard the long-lost call of 'brother', his eyes on his handsome face were like cold stars.
His eyes were shining and cold, but his temperament was kind and reserved. He just turned his eyes faintly and said in a calm tone, "Did he ask you to come?"
Shang Yayang looked into his eyes. Shang Qingwen's faint eyes always gave him an invisible pressure. He nodded but hurriedly shook his head, with a hint of helpless calm in his tone, "Brother, it's me.
It’s coming!”
Shang Qingwen's lips curled up slightly, with a half-hearted smile, "I know!"
kindness?
Shang Qingwen's understatement made Shang Yayang stunned for a moment. He had prepared a series of remarks, but he didn't want to be blocked by him so easily. The clear thoughts in his mind were also
In this case, it became a paste.
"You asked for leave. The army is different from the outside. You go back first!" Shang Qingwen did not give him a chance to speak again. Shang Yayang looked up at him, a trace of anxiety and worry flashed across his face, and his lips parted.
Zhang, but closed his mouth when he met Shang Qingwen's eyes.
When he walked out of the room, he felt a little relieved that he could breathe normally, but before he took a few steps, he stopped in annoyance. Why was he dismissed easily by his elder brother again? He didn't even have the key points to say.
Say it!
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The door to the room closed gently. Zhang Chenchu shook the wine glass in his hand and handed a crystal cup on the table to Shang Qingwen. He looked at the closed door with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Unless it is absolutely necessary,
The old man is the last person who wants to play the family card!"
Shang Qingwen took the wine glass and touched it lightly with Zhang Chenchu's. His movements were natural and unrestrained. He leaned on the back of the expensive European leather sofa. His lowered eyes slowly raised, his calm eyes
The light emanating from inside is cool and leisurely.
"Three feet of ice does not freeze in a day, he should understand this truth!"
Zhang Chenchu breathed out, looked at Shang Qingwen seriously, and said in a low voice: "It is precisely because he understood that he came to find you! Qingwen, how can a small Ruian tolerate a giant Buddha like you?
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Shang Qingwen calmly shook the goblet in his hand, smiled softly, and raised the corners of his lips slightly when he raised his eyes, "If I told you that I fell in love with this kind of life, would you believe it?"
His answer surprised Zhang Chenchu for a while, and then he sighed, "Qing Wen, this is not the real you!"