Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang on time, and the man in the nightgown opened the door and saw the person standing at the door.
The man in the nightgown glanced at him, let him in, and sneered, "Oh, I didn't drink, I thought you went to the wrong door with a hangover."
The man outside the door was still dressed in a neat dark suit and entered the room with a faint smell of smoke. His expression was indifferent and his breath was dull. It was Fu Sinian who did not go home at night.
It seems to be no different from the past, but as a brother of more than ten years, Rong Feng watched him take off his jacket and walked straight to the sofa to sit down, still slightly raised his handsome eyebrows.
"What? You were kicked out after arguing with your wife?"
Fu Sinian leaned back, with a trace of exhaustion between his eyebrows, skillfully and unhurriedly took a cigarette out, lit it, and took a long breath. The white smoke quickly blurred his face. Expression, only a low, hoarse voice was heard, "She's back."
Rong Feng poured a glass of water in front of him, paused, "Who?"
Fu Sinian squinted his long and narrow eyes, and was silent for two seconds. His thin lips uttered out the name that seemed to have been in his mind for a long time, "Lan Ling."
Rong Feng’s expression was visibly startled, and then he opened half of the curtains and looked down at the night market through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. He mocked coldly: "Did you go out to hell or have someone ask a dream? That woman has been dead for seven years. Is today her anniversary or the anniversary of the two of you?"
Fu Sinian held a cigarette between his fingers and stared at the scarlet cigarette butt. The expression on Jun's face was a little vague, "She's not dead, she's back with a different name."
"..."
Rong Feng's lazy expression finally changed, and he sat across from him with his long legs folded.
Since he said so, he naturally found the exact news.
After a while, he squinted his phoenix eyes, his frivolous and enchanting face filled with a smile, and his voice was sexy and wicked, "The old love is back, your heart is messed up again? Want me to give you advice, why did you dump this new ?"
Seven years after the woman died, he never mentioned a word. After getting married, she rarely stayed outside. He thought he had become a good man at home.
Fu Sinian raised his eyelids and looked at him coldly, with a deep voice, "You understand that I am not here for this."
Rong Feng tilted his head, mocking mercilessly, showing
Feeling like a smile but not a smile, "This is interesting. You don’t sleep at this point because of this messing up your mind? Come to me, just want to tell me that the woman is not dead? She is not me, the woman is dead or not. How much does it have to do with me. No matter how damn you are, you can't handle this matter well?"
Fu Sinian interrupted him in a calm voice, "She wants to see me, you will go for me!"
"..."
Rong Feng nodded clearly, and sneered in a playful manner, "I will go for you? Is her brain burned silly, or has she lost her memory? Are you afraid that she will go to bed with me after a long absence?"
Fu Sinian flicked off the ashes, swept him coldly for a few seconds, and said in a deep voice: "As long as I have known her, you will know her for as long. She is not stupid, she knows who you are."
After a pause, he added: "I am not going to see her for the time being."
There are some things he has to figure out.
Rong Feng didn't argue anymore, his inquiring gaze stayed on his face for a moment, and he smiled lowly, "It seems that something in the daytime makes you very sad."
He suddenly remembered the junk news that he had deleted before.
Fu Sinian didn't say a word, staring at the smoke without making a single glance, his thin lips gradually pressed into a straight line.
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(End of this chapter)