During dinner in the evening, Zhang Long deliberately sat next to Wei Moling. Since he came here with Mr. Song, Zhang Long had too many things going on at that time and had not paid any attention to it.
"Uncle Wei, Deyou hasn't come back for so long, do you miss him?"
When Zhang Long asked, he also gave Wei Moling a chopstick dish.
Such a sudden inquiry made Wei Moling, who had always been very low-key, immediately become the focus of the dinner table. His momentary confusion did not escape Zhang Long's eyes.
"That kid is really too busy and doesn't have much time to come back on weekdays. Even if I miss him, I will understand."
Faced with Zhang Long's sudden concern, Wei Moling's heartbeat was so thunderous that he could even hear it.
Of course Zhang Long also heard it. He pretended not to notice. It was just such a small test, and the other party almost exposed himself. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The real Wei Moling was probably in trouble at this time.
not enough.
"There hasn't been much going on in the past few days. I just wanted to tell the boss so that Deyou can come back and stay with you."
Zhang Long's sudden concern made Wei Moling almost want to run away.
Normally when nothing happens, no one would pay attention to him. Why did this dragon suddenly become like this after he came back?
"Okay, okay, that's great. This brat can finally come back to accompany me."
At this time, Wei Moling knew that he had to bite the bullet and answer.
No one else knew why Zhang Long suddenly cared so much about the Wei family and his son. Old Mrs. Song's hand holding the wine glass suddenly became thoughtful.
"Xiao Liang, do you think this fruit wine can be sold for money after you bring it back?"
Old Mrs. Song spoke so loudly that Song Yunfei, who was sitting next to him, was so frightened that he dropped his chopsticks on the table.
This old man was really just talking. What he was doing so loudly suddenly frightened him who was concentrating on eating. Besides, while he was sitting next to him, the old man turned to ask Liang Mochen.
Zhang Long, at this moment, suddenly realized that Mrs. Song was actually reminding himself not to ask again, so as not to alert the enemy.
"That's definitely no problem. It's really different from the ones sold on the market. If you brew a lot, you can let the two of us take it back. We usually drink this."
The wine they are drinking now is all brewed from the fruits on the island. The fruits contain spiritual power, and the wine produced is not too bad. Liang Mochen still likes it very much.
In the past few days, when eating, Mrs. Song, they would also have a drink. It was indeed soft and clear, which was very different from ordinary wine. In addition, I used to have backache and leg pain. I don’t know if it was because of it.
Because it has eased a bit over time.
"You boy, you are still thinking about the wine I brewed. When you go back, each of you can take a jar with you. After you drink it, if it is still good, come and get it."
After finishing speaking, Mrs. Song glanced at Zhang Long inadvertently. He believed that this little guy must be very smart.
There was something wrong with Wei Moling. In fact, he, an old man, had already noticed it. The two of them used to get along day and night, how could they not notice the difference.
The day's dinner ended amidst laughter and laughter. After the meal, they decided to play cards. Soon, only the four of them were left in the living room.
"Zhang Long, what happened to you while we were eating? You suddenly became concerned about Uncle Wei."
This was so abnormal that Song Yi almost couldn't stand it at that time.
Zhang Long sighed secretly, he was indeed a little too hasty. Even if you want to test, you should do it slowly, but this time, he was really tricked by the spies, so he was so restless.
of.
"I didn't suddenly care. It happened that when we were on the mission this time, we were in the same team as Wei Deyou. He said that he hadn't been back for a long time."
Now this matter has not been determined yet, so Zhang Long decided to keep it a secret from the two of them first. Some things are better not to be said yet.
At this moment, "Wei Moling", who had returned to the house, spent half a day calming himself down. He was actually very scared when he faced the cockroach's sudden concern today.
Originally, he was a transparent person, and basically no one paid much attention to him, so he was chosen. At that time at the dinner table, he almost became the focus of everyone's attention.
"That Zhang Long must have doubted my identity! Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly asked me those questions."
"Wei Moling" was very anxious at this time. He was even thinking about whether he should contact his eldest sister, but in the end he rejected the idea.
At this time, he still couldn't control himself. After he brought himself into this identity, he slowly felt relieved.
"It's better not to be too anxious. Some of these things are definitely not what I thought. If I get anxious, I will be exposed directly. This identity is very rare."
After calming down, "Wei Moling" breathed a long sigh of relief. He sat there very calmly, feeling that he had been nervous because of his few words of relationship these days.
Zhang Long and his group played cards until almost midnight, and then they dispersed and went back to rest. After going upstairs, Zhang Long saw that Mr. Song was already there.
"Grandpa, why haven't you rested yet?"
Although he knew in his heart that the old man was waiting for him, Zhang Lun still pretended to ask,
Old Mrs. Song felt that the child in front of him was so smart that many things did not need to be explained at all, they were all explained in one point.
"I'm an old man and I can't sleep for a while. Why don't you talk to me?"
Old Mrs. Song asked seriously. He did have a few words that he wanted to tell his child.
The two of them just followed the flow and soon entered Mrs. Song's room. In order to avoid being overheard, they even created a barrier.
"Grandpa, what do you want to tell me?"
Even in his own home, he was still so cautious when speaking, and Zhang Long's expression changed.
Although it had long been determined that Wei Moling was no longer the same person, Zhang Long felt really unhappy in his heart. He had promised at that time that he would protect them well, but this time he broke his promise.