27 Stupid

Everyone has the most vulnerable and vulnerable side in their hearts. Looking at the women around him crying in a low voice, Xiao Chen picked up a glass of wine and handed it to the woman and said, "Drink it."

The woman looked up at Xiao Chen, stopped crying a little, took the wine, and seemed to think of something. She drank all the wine in the glass on her back.

Looking at the woman's appearance, Xiao Chen smiled, no longer cared about her, and drank by himself.

In the middle of the moon, the remaining bottles of wine on the coffee table have been slowly drunk by a man and a woman. Xiao Chen got up and looked at the dizzy woman. He opened the door of the villa, looked up at the moonlight, and muttered, "Go home. Don't do this in the future."

The woman got up with a floating pace and looked deeply at Xiao Chen. When she went out and walked to the door, she looked at Xiao Chen doubtfully and asked, "Do you really let me go?"

"If you don't want to go, I can go." Xiao Chen smiled.

Women stop talking and stride away, even if the pace floats? As long as you can leave this place and keep your body. After going far, he stopped, turned around, and found that the man who let himself leave was leaning against the corner of the villa and looking at the moon. There seemed to be some crystal tears in the corners of his eyes, frowning. The woman wanted to think about what made the man have such an expression, but there was a smell of wine in her chest, so no longer Without stopping, he left Zhongshan Villa with a grateful heart.

He took out the Chinese that Fan Xiaohui gave him, ordered one, sat silently in the corner of the wall, and never moved again.

Idiot, such a word suddenly appeared in Xiao Chen's mind and smiled. Is he really a fool? If not, why do you have so much impulse to do so many stupid things? Even if I have to do those things, I am still a fool, especially the years when I didn't cherish Zhang Qiuling around me. Now, I don't want to be a fool, but those people can't look back.

Idiot, maybe I'm a complete fool. I don't have a little trick. For more than half a year, I have decided to stay and deal with the ups and downs of things instead of taking the initiative to guide the direction of things. What's more sad is that I have provoked too many women all the way and inherited him. Too many kindness, perhaps a kindness that can never be repaid.

After a long time, Xiao Chen found that his mobile phone rang. It was Zhang Chengen and frowned. Although the man came to Jiangsu, he probably wanted to find out the murderer of Haida Community that night.

"Xiao Chen, according to the information received by the intelligence department of Jiangsu Province, Brother Pao has entered Nanjing City in batches two hours ago. According to the information provided by an insider, Brother Pao's target for coming to Nanjing this time is likely to be you."

Hanging up Zhang Cheng'en's phone, Xiao Chen frowned and began to meditate. Brother Pao, the oldest and most rigorous organization in Sichuan, their power is naturally huge, but how can this force find itself? Is it just because my surname is Xiao? Thinking of the words of Tang Wu brought by Lei Zi yesterday, he smiled. Brother Pao, Tang Men, have you finally reached an agreement? Well, let the storm come more violently, even if you can't survive in the storm? It's time to end my feud with Tangmen.

When it was light, Xiao Chen got up and left the villa. Since others want to deal with him, he should be prepared. It's never better to face things positively than to wait for things to come.

Back to the Sunshine Bath, I heard that the lake fell ill on Friday, which was even worse than when I hurried back that day.

"Xiao Chen, you're here." Lieting in **, Friday Lake looked at Xiao Chen, who pushed the door and entered, and said with a smile, trying to stand up and lean against the wall.

"Fifth Master, it seems that you are very ill."

"It's not a big deal. It's mainly because I'm angry. Nothing has made me so angry over the years." On Friday, Hu looked at Xiao Chen and smiled, and then said, "Xiao Chen, in fact, I have been hiding something from you."

"Oh?" Xiao Chen plays with the taste.

"Do you remember the time we met on the train? In fact, I went to see you after listening to the blind master's words that time.

"Master the blind?" Xiao Chen frowned and asked.

"It's the old man who taught you to pull erhu. He is not only your master but also my master, but he has gone now and was killed in Jiming Mountain. There is a body not far from his body, which is Youchuan."

Listening to Friday Lake's words, Xiao Chen suddenly felt a sore nose. Did these two old people who care about themselves really go like this? It is clear that there is still a scene in his mind where the blind old man taught himself to pull erhu in the corner of another village park, and there is still Youchuan appearing in front of him again and again to help him analyze the way he wants to go. The two old people are also their relatives and benefactors.

He calmed down and looked at the Friday Lake of ** and asked, "Fifth Master, do you have any clues?"

"No, not at all. The blind master could tell who the murderer was before he died, but he didn't say anything. For this reason, I thought for a long time. Probably the murderer was so strong that we couldn't compete with him, so the blind master didn't want us to take revenge for his affairs and find trouble for himself. Not only that, the blind master also let I went to find three people. I have ordered Dingbei to go there. There will be news in about two days.

Leaving the room of Friday Lake, Xiao Chen returned to his room, took out the black notebook he bought when he first came to Nanjing, opened it gently, and wrote:

"November 29th, overcast.

Today is the third day since I took over the Shengtang Group. The robe brother in Sichuan moved. Just as Tang Wu brought to himself yesterday, I should be careful about everything, but can I really face it carefully? No, because I should also have an understanding with Tangmen.

With a cold smile, he put down the pen in his hand, got up and opened the window, but he didn't expect a strong wind to blow in, which messed up his hair and blew the decorations in the room. He closed it again and returned to his seat again. He found that the black notebook had been blown open, which said "Tang Wu, hate or not" .

A bitter smile. This sentence was written not long after I met Tang Wu. Now when I see it again, I can't help but feel like a different world. All this is too strange. When I first faced Tang Wu in Chengdu, I had a feeling that this woman didn't even face Zhang Qiuling. But God let this woman grow up in Tangmen, and she is also the daughter of the owner of the Tangmen family. What an ironic thing! But I, a fool, still fell in love with this woman in my heart, especially by the Qinhuai River.

But what about now? Will you still be moved by Tang Wu now? Even if I have made up my mind to use all the remaining years to miss the woman who died peacefully in my arms, how should I choose when I really face Tang Wu?

Emotions, people, idiots.

A feeling of powerlessness rises from the heart.