She glanced at Lin Jiaoyang's face and saw that his face was really ugly, almost like constipation.
"Uncle Lin, have you really never done anything to feel sorry for Uncle Zhuo?"
After a while, Su Bai finished the pasta on the plate, wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, and then casually wiped his hands and asked.
It was like a child asking an elder a question, but Zhang Mingliang looked up at his face and found a rare murderous look in his eyes.
Lin Jiaoyang's hand on the table froze for a moment, and then he looked up at Su Bai.
Su Bai also looked at him, but his eyes were sharper.
Lin Jiaoyang immediately laughed: "Your Uncle Zhuo and I are best friends, how could I do anything sorry to him?"
"That's the best. When I was a child, I liked to run behind you and Uncle Zhuo. I always felt that you two had a special brotherhood and I felt particularly safe around you. If you really do that, Uncle Lin, Xiaobai will be very happy.
sad."
Su Bai still spoke to him calmly and childishly, but Lin Jiaoyang's face became even more ugly.
Zhang Mingliang stopped moving, feeling that the huge space suddenly felt a little gloomy.
But Su Bai's face was full of childishness and stubbornness.
Zhang Mingliang suddenly felt that she probably didn't know this person very well, and he seemed out of place.
After Lin Jiaoyang left him, he called Fu Yanye, and it took Fu Yanye a while to pick up: "I'm about to die, and there's nothing I can do."
"Almost dead? Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Su Bai subconsciously asked nervously.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye suddenly frowned and became serious when he heard something was wrong in his voice.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
"It's just a fever, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Yanye immediately became much more serious.
"I'm fine, just a little sad. Brother, if you say that Uncle Lin forced Uncle Zhuo to jump off the building, how can you trust him in this world? They were such good brothers."
Su Bai's voice was very soft and weak, and Fu Yanye felt like he was about to cry.
Zhang Mingliang stood not far behind him and felt a little distressed listening to him speak.
Su Bai squatted in front of the bar and called him, like a child who had been deceived.
"Su Bai, the three of us can always trust each other."
Fu Yanye held the phone and said to him solemnly.
"Brother, the three of us should never be separated. Brother, why do you have a fever?"
Su Bai seemed to be crying, but Fu Yanye felt very uncomfortable hearing it.
"I wish I knew."
Fu Yanye's answer was helpless.
"Could it be that you pretended to be drunk and deceived Sister Jian last night, and then you suffered retribution?"
"..."
"Brother, you have to treat Sister Xiao Jian well in the future. She is really pitiful. When I was little, Sister Xiao Jian and I liked to run hand in hand with Uncle Lin and Uncle Zhuo. At that time..."
"Su Bai, do you want to play ball again?"
Fu Yanye looked at the needle on the back of his hand coldly, thinking that it was perfectly fine to make the kid cry.