Old house, teahouse.

The elegant fragrance of tea in a room is floating in the air.

Wei'ang, standing opposite Shang Zonghai, flatly reported: "just after the rain turned on the phone, the young master and the young lady went back to the park first. Maybe they would come later."

Shang Zonghai, holding a tea clip in his hand, sent two pieces of tea to the tea bowl. "What does Luo Xi say about Shaoyan's treatment?"

"Knock knock"

As the voice fell, there was a knock on the door. Lao Xiao pushed the door and said, "Sir, Miss Luo is here."

Shang Zonghai pursed his lips and nodded, "let her in."

Wei ang stood by the side, and soon Luo Xi appeared outside the teahouse.

She crossed the threshold against the light.

Shang Zonghai picked up the inverted cup and filled it with tea.

Luo Xi sat down and glanced at the full cup of tea in front of him with a smile. "It seems you know what I'm here for today."

The cup of tea he pushed is self-evident.

Shang Zonghai lowered his head to blow the heat in the teacup, slightly raised his eyes and looked at Luo Xi, "it's said that Shaoyan's condition has been stable, and it's time for you to go back one month after you've been busy."

Luo Xi pushed the cup of tea away with his fingertips, bit the corner of his mouth, and deliberately asked, "what if I don't come back?"

Women always have the instinct of right and wrong in front of men. In the final analysis, they just want to hear the answer they are looking forward to.

Shang Zonghai sipped his tea, and the lens cleverly blocked the change between his eyebrows and eyes. "Then you can decide for yourself. If you want to stay a few more days, it's OK. I can arrange someone to show you around in Palma."

"Oh." Luo Xi chuckled, but his smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. "You know I didn't stay to visit scenic spots."

Shang Zonghai put down the tea cup and sighed without any trace, "Why are you suffering?"

Luo Xi leaned forward, put his hands on the edge of the table and gradually clenched, "I also want to ask you, why do you want to do this. Ten years ago, I was 25 years old. Ten years later, I will be 35. In your eyes, no matter how many years I have been, I can only be your younger generation? "

She was a little emotional and her eyes were burning at the man in front of her.

She likes him, and age has nothing to do with, from a long time ago, she followed her father to see Shang Zonghai for the first time, on his Yinian.

At that time, he was 41 years old, elegant, handsome and mature. Not only was he not as greasy as a middle-aged man, but the introverted and imposing manner revealed in his speech and behavior was even more fascinating.

Luo Xi once asked his father why Shang Zonghai was no longer alone.

Father said that some men are naturally affectionate, some men are naturally infatuated, Shang Zonghai belongs to the latter.

When all his feelings are consumed in one person, it is difficult to get emotional after that.

Because for them, after consumption, they will regard their feelings as troubles and burdens.

Shang Zonghai didn't really love Ming Dailan much, but he did give a lot of enthusiasm at that time.

Recalling this, Luo Xi just heard Shang Zonghai say, "Luo Xi, many things, can't be forced to come, go back, your father is still waiting for you at home."

Luo Xi suddenly closed his eyes, finally forced back the hot tears, and his voice became dumb. "I have one last question."

"My answer is the same as ten years ago." Shang Zonghai seemed to know what she wanted to ask. After sighing, he said nothing.

Luo Xi closed his eyes and shook his head. There was more unspeakable bitterness in the corner of his eyebrows and eyes. "Goodbye."

never see again.

Luo Xi opens his chair and turns to leave. He doesn't want to see Shang Zonghai's eyes any more. He's afraid that he can't help crying.

Ten years ago, after that messy night, she found Shang Zonghai and asked him why he dared to do it.

"He never takes advantage of others," he said at the time

Luo Xi didn't believe it. He didn't believe it.

Because in her room, there is a suit and coat of Shang Zonghai.

She always believed that the man that night was him, otherwise... How to explain that coat.

But later, she never saw Shang Zonghai wear a suit. He changed into a custom-made Tang suit that was different from everyone else.

If it's not a guilty conscience, why hide one's ears and steal one's bell.

Luo Xi left the teahouse in a hurry and left Palma as soon as possible.

Ten years ago, Shang Zonghai didn't give her any hope. Ten years ago, she didn't look forward to it.

If it wasn't for him, what she had done over the years would be ridiculous.

After Luo Xi left, Wei ang couldn't help looking at Shang Zonghai. His emotion in his eyes was quite complicated. "Sir, are you really indifferent to Miss Luo Xi..."?

The last few words he did not dare to pick out, because we are all men, Wei ang can see that Shang Zonghai is not totally merciless to Luo Xi.

At this time, Shang Zonghai looked at the full cup of tea he hadn't drunk, rubbed the Buddhist beads in his hand, and shook his head, "it's all gone."

Wei ang pursed his lips, and he wanted to say nothing.

In the final analysis, it's still not enough to love deeply, otherwise... I would have been a wife.

As for Luo Xi's worries, Wei ang didn't know the inside story, but the only thing he could be sure of was that he and his husband had been together that night, and there was really no chance to take advantage of others' danger.

....

Palmer, international apartment.

He Chen stood in front of the French window and answered the phone. He bit down his cigarette holder and said in a cold voice, "you have to ask me this little thing. Did you grow up eating grass?"

That end is he Ao, quite wronged to curl his mouth, he felt his brother in metaphor he is a straw bag.

He Ao rubbed his cuntou, "brother, since she doesn't know what to do, why do you still care about her? Women who are sensible, obedient and love you are all over the street. Why do you... "

"Don't talk nonsense. Don't let her leave Nanyang until I go back."

He Chen cursed a few more words, hung up the phone and angrily took down his cigarette butt and threw it on the floor.

The thing that makes him fidgety is naturally related to Yin mo.

On that day, he Ao sent four idiots to send Yin Mo as a gift to Palma. Less than one day, Yin Mo returned to Nanyang overnight with the help of Wei ang.

He Chen tried to stop it, but in vain.

It seems that Yin Mo really felt the humiliation and didn't give him an opportunity to explain.

Although he didn't explain.

It is because he Chen usually plays open, so he knows women's heart.

Yin Mo just looks charming, but in fact he is pure and conservative.

Being tied up in public and delivered to a man with a mouthful, other women may not be able to bear it, let alone Yin Mo, who has a brain.

He Chen is very upset, but he is not used to apologizing to women in a low voice.

That after ten days, his mobile phone number is still lying in Yin Mo's blacklist.

Fuck!

An affectable woman, he Ao of dog day!

He Chen lit another cigarette, looked down at the time, picked up his coat and went outside.

Half an hour later, unfortunately, he and he Qing arrived at the park at the same time.

He Chen holds the steering wheel with one hand. He Qing leans out of the back seat, sneers and smacks at the lower cheek, starts the engine again, and is ready to go home.

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