Sheng Qianmo couldn't help but touched her head, "I heard the other day that your name is Qingzhi, right?"
Qingzhi still nodded.
"how old are you?"
Qingzhi made a gesture of two with her two little hands, which was a very cute and cute gesture.
Sheng Qianmo only felt the pain in his throat, as if something had pinched him, but he smiled softly: "I'm four years old..."
He squatted down slowly and looked at the little girl with gentle eyes: "Why are you alone on the street? Where is your... mother?"
Qingzhi pursed her lips and had no intention of speaking.
Sheng Qianmo did not give up and coaxed her to talk: "Qingzhi, can you just say a word?"
Qingzhi looked at him, then took out his notebook and wrote - I can't speak.
The little guy just told this uncle the truth with a normal heart, but she didn't know that the five words she wrote were enough to make Sheng Qianmo's heart feel like a knife.
He pretended to breathe calmly, but mixed with deep and painful emotions, he couldn't help but cough. He grabbed the little guy's hand and exerted a slight force.
Qingzhi felt pain and wanted to break away.
Only then did Sheng Qianmo come to his senses and let go of Qingzhi's little hand. Seeing her hand turn a light red, she felt even more ashamed: "I'm sorry..."
Qingzhi obediently shook her head to indicate that it was okay, and then waved to him to leave.
"Qingzhi..."
Qingzhi looked back at him.
Sheng Qianmo opened her thin lips lightly and wanted to ask her, how is your mother doing...
But the last thing he asked was: "Can I give you a hug?"
Qingzhi took the initiative to go over and hug him, then quickly let go and looked at him.
Before Sheng Qianmo could feel the little guy's hug, he was let go, and there seemed to be a huge emptiness in his heart. At this time, Qingzhi looked at him, with the corners of her eyes raised, smiling sweetly at him.
Sheng Qianmo also smiled lightly at the little girl.
Is there a kind of pain when others think you are invulnerable, but in fact you have been pierced by thousands of arrows
Sheng Qianmo was in such pain, watching the little girl leave.
And he has to go back to where he is now and do what he has to do.
Bei'er opened a private room in the restaurant. When he saw Sheng Qianmo arriving late, he served him a full bottle of wine without saying a word. Sheng Qianmo didn't hesitate and drank three glasses before sitting down.
"Brother Qianmo, where have you been? Why are you here now..."
"I see there are a lot of beauties in Beichuan. Qian Mo is probably attracted by the beauties here." Beier joked.
Unexpectedly, Sheng Qianmo nodded with a faint look.
But Ru Wei was stunned for a moment without comment, and glared at his brother angrily, "Brother, please stop talking nonsense, Brother Qianmo is not that kind of person!"
While Ru Wei was talking, he saw Wen Youyi pouring his own wine, so he took the initiative to hand over his own wine glass, "Pour me a glass too!"
Wen Youyi paused for a moment, then poured her wine, but it was not full.
"Okay, it's time to get down to business, Qianmo. I walked around Beichuan these past two days and found something quite interesting. I didn't know it before. There is a large-scale business in Beichuan, and I went to take a look. Yes, those weapons are very novel and completely different from Nanrong’s weapons, but many of them can be used on the battlefield."
Sheng Qianmo paused slightly while drinking, then raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "Which firm do you want to cooperate with?"
Beier nodded: "I think it's pretty good. Good weapons can get twice the result with half the effort on the battlefield, right?"