After Shen Wei left, He Huai rushed into the study for the first time, only to see that He Hongye just finished the call and put down his mobile phone.
"Who do you call?"
"Smelly boy, just break in without knocking-something wrong!"
"When did I knock on the door when I entered the study?"
He Hongye: "..." He was speechless.
"You haven't said who to call."
He Hongye glanced suspiciously at him: "When did you start to care about your Laozi?"
He Huai was usually asked to come to the study, just like dragging a pig to the slaughterhouse, he heard howling before he even cut his knife.
At the moment, he is uninvited, and I am still asking who he is talking on the phone—
Oh, interesting!
"I have always cared about you, OK?" He Er Shao opened his mouth, "Who made you my father?"
He Hongye's mouth twitched lightly: "Oh, so you still know that I am your father, let's talk about it, don't circumscribe or go around."
"Uncle Six is gone, really?"
The ridiculous smile on He Hongye's face abated slightly, "Shen Wei told you?"
"Well. What the hell is going on? Uncle Liu said he disappeared and disappeared without any signs... No wonder she couldn't accept..."
He Hongye sighed, "My father doesn't know that he cares right in front of his eyes, but he is very diligent towards other people's wives."
He Huai's face turned dark: "... Don't talk nonsense."
"You are the kind of Lao Tzu, what am I thinking about?"
"...The Sixth Uncle others?"
He Hongye: "Ask me?"
He Huai nodded hurriedly, yes, it was you.
"Then who do I ask?"
He Huai: "..."
"Okay, it's not that simple, don't worry about it, don't mix it up."
"But..."
"I'm talking about my son," He Hongye interrupted him, his eyes suddenly becoming meaningful, "You are so active, do you want the sixth child to come back as soon as possible, or continue to be missing?"
He Huai's expression changed several times when he heard the words.
In the end he became angry and turned into anger: "You bad old man is very bad! If you don't say it, don't say it, but also ask some weird questions. There is a problem with your brain..."
While stubbornly speaking, he flees in a desperate manner.
He Hongye looked at the back of his son who had almost fled, and remembered what the old fifth had explained on the phone. Although he didn't know why he did this, it did not prevent him from carrying it out.
At night, Bronze Street begins to lively, and the "Night Paris" at the end takes up the scenery.
The feasting, the singing is sluggish.
As soon as Shen Houfu entered the door, the midfielder's divine comedy of heavy metal rhythm rushed into his face.
She walked straight to the bar, flexed her finger knuckles on the table and tapped, the bartender raised her head: "Excuse me—"
The next second came to an abrupt end, and the originally polite smile instantly changed to a relaxed joke: "Oh, I'm still an acquaintance."
It's hard for him to remember Shen Hou. After all, the spectacle of a woman who came to them with a lot of banknotes queuing to "chicken the chicken" has only seen it once since he worked here.
I dare not be impressed.
"What would you like to drink? I invite you."
"No, I'm looking for Li Xiaotan." The eyebrows were cold and the tone was dignified, "Thank you for running for me."
With that, he drew two red tickets from the bag and handed them over, "Thank you."
Ten minutes later, Li Xiaotan stood in front of Shen Hun, with her eyes facing each other, one with clear eyes, but one with helplessness.
"What are you looking for me again?" This sounded like a temper, which was very similar to the tone she had used when she saw Shen Hun many times before.
But only Li Xiaotan herself knows best that many things are different after Shen Xu rescued her from the plight and escaped from prison.