Duan Ruisu glanced at the photo unintentionally, and Duan Ruisu felt a headache growing more and more. He couldn't control it anymore, he couldn't control it anymore! His nephew was getting older, and he, as an uncle, couldn't control it anymore!
He, a man who has been in the officialdom for more than 20 years, was frightened when he found out about such a big thing, but the person who orchestrated this situation... was actually calm and calm, as if his action was just to pull down a village chief.
"I spent a lot of money to get the negatives of these photos. Do you know that this is equivalent to giving your opponent a leg up!" Duan Ruisu, who was dry-mouthed, took a sip of tea and pushed the cup over, "Pour more.
Here comes the cup!”
Duan Zhaoan curled his lips, refilled his glass, and then said slowly: "Uncle, since you know that I did this, why don't you call me in advance to ask me? Are these photos..." His slender fingers casually said
He clipped a photo, took a quick look at it and threw it on the coffee table. He sipped the tea calmly and said, "I'll have as much as you want."
"..." Duan Rui took a sip of tea and stuck it in his throat. He didn't swallow it or spit it out. He swallowed it alive for a long time and pinched his eyebrows helplessly. "You mean, these photos are from your hands."
From the upper class?"
Duan Zhaoan did not hide anything. Now that his brother-in-law has found out this far, there is no use in hiding it anymore. "Well, the first one is the same." His eyes were as dark as a starless winter night, which was originally cold.
There was a sharp edge between his eyebrows, and the coldness in his eyes was like the cold light of a dagger, an invincible determination.
He didn't have the habit of smoking, but he smoked a little fiercely during this time. He picked up the folded cigarette case from the coffee table, handed one to Duan Ruisu, lit one, and then lit one for himself, but just took a puff.
Clamp it between your slender fingers and let the sparks disappear.
"Since I've done what happened to Shen Shuochang, I won't leave any traces. Besides, I didn't intend to set it up, but it happened that he was not upright so I took the opportunity. Are these photos..." Duan Zhaoan
He raised his head and looked at Duan Ruisu, whose face was always dark and cold, with eyes as heavy as mist, "If my uncle hadn't known about my relationship with Gu Chen, would you have found me directly?"
It is true that they will not be found, and no one can suspect that it is Zhao'an's hand. The wrinkles between Duan Rui's brows relaxed a little, and he took a puff of cigarette. After exhaling the smoke, the tense facial lines also relaxed.
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He looked at his nephew who no longer needed the protection of his family. He felt relieved, but also felt that something was missing... Oh, why is he feeling a little sad? The bitterness of some babies who cannot help but feel like mothers.
No wonder my wife always talks about asking Zhaoan to get married as soon as possible and give birth to a baby for her. It turns out that my wife has experienced the bitterness of having a baby who can't control her mother much earlier.
"How did you get these photos into Zheng Ji's hands?" Duan Ruisu no longer asked, but sorted out his nephew's plan to prevent others from falling into his trap.
Duan Zhaoan slightly bent his mouth, his delicate facial features were filled with a chill that even the warm light in the room could not soften, "Zheng Ji himself sent someone to keep an eye on Shen Shuochang and take pictures. It has nothing to do with me."
It's strange that we have nothing to do with him! Duan Ruisu frowned and said, "Why, you still want to fool me, my uncle? Don't I know about Zheng Ji? His two brushes are sitting where they are now.
You are just trying to do it, but you still want to be a feudal official? He doesn't have such ability yet."
