Yue Song occasionally asks, "Is your ex-stepmother okay?"
"It's okay, it's very honest." Zhang Yan said, "I heard Hehe said that she sold the car, and she couldn't afford it anyway. Now my father gives her 20,000 yuan a month for living expenses, and her son and daughter give her another 10,000 yuan. 40,000 yuan a month is enough to keep up with the salary of the middle and senior management of the company, and there is no need for 9 to 5 996. If she can't live any longer, no one can live. "
Yue Song nodded: "Uncle Zhang is still a very forgiving person."
Zhang Yansheng lifted his eyelids to look at him.
Yue Song leisurely: "I can't forgive betrayal."
"What a coincidence." Zhang Yansheng raised his chin with his index finger, "I can't either."
Yue Song grabbed her hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
But seeing that he seemed to have something to say, Zhang Yansheng was very alert, and leaned over to seal it with a kiss, blocking what he wanted to say.
Yue Song paused and clasped the back of her head.
A few days later, he was working in the company and was busy. Mr. Yue walked into Yue Song's office with his hands behind his back.
Yue Song didn't lift his eyelids.
Father Yue walked around Yue Song's desk and let out a long sigh.
Yue Song's eyelids jumped.
Sure enough, Mr. Yue said resentfully: "The old king of the marketing department has embraced his grandson, and he is happy to give everyone candy."
The old man looked up to the sky and sighed: "I don't know when I will be able to hold the baby?"
Yue Song pushed the chair away, stood up, and opened his arms: "Come."
Father Yue said angrily, "Who wants to hug you!"
"Otherwise, who are you holding?" Yue Song said, "My parents and my mother won't give birth anyway."
Mention the two old men who were spoiled by the family and had a heart attack.
Unwilling to work, unwilling to have more children! What's the use of them!
The old man hummed: "I want to hug my great-grandson!"
Yue Song sat back and continued to work: "People are content, content is always happy. Others have just embraced their grandson, you did it more than 20 years ago, others envy you, that's enough, don't keep thinking about great-grandchildren. ."
The old man Yue tapped on the table: "You are twenty-five, and the geese are twenty-one, almost, it's legal."
"It's legal", the old man started talking to Yue Song when Zhang Yansheng was twenty years old. It's just that Yue Song warned him severely, but he didn't dare to speak in front of Zhang Yansheng.
The girl had an idea at first glance, she couldn't tell. Besides, I can't understand any of the girl's films now, and they don't even get married. The girl of the Xue family was even worse, she went abroad to buy sperm to give birth to a child, and she didn't even know who the child's father was.
This world, the old man can't understand. Young people don't know what to think. Really old, old.
I can only talk about my eldest grandson. But this kid is not up to his expectations and can't handle his girlfriend.
useless!
Xu Lichen suddenly called Zhang Yansheng one day: "Do you know who Cai Yan is?"
This name is really old. Zhang Yansheng has never been with them in his life, but he still remembers everyone's name.
"I know." She said, "The eighth class of No. 1 Middle School is with Wang Qian and Zou Zihan."
"Hey, you know it very well. I almost don't remember this girl." Xu Lichen said, "You still know."
Xu Lichen just talks a lot. Zhang Yansheng asked, "What happened to her?"
Xu Lichen said: "Isn't my film going to be released soon during the Spring Festival? My buddy from Class 8 is the buddy I asked him about Wang Qian before. He saw it and thought of me again, and told me some gossip. But It was all last year."
"Cai Yan, she was the one who took the lead in excluding Wang Qian at the beginning. Then, by coincidence, she went abroad to study and lived in the same city as Wang Qian. Although it's not the same school, the Chinese community is so big and they go around. , in the end the two of them ran into each other," he said.
Zhang Yansheng guessed it: "Wang Qian took revenge on Cai Yan?"
"Hahaha, guess how she got revenge? She stole Cai Yan's boyfriend hahahaha." Xu Lichen took it as a joke." But then again, it's all a few years ago, I'll do the math, one or two 3, 4, 5, 6, it all happened six fucking years ago. This woman is really serious about revenge. In fact, you said that in high school, you were all little brats, and when I think about it now, they are all idiots."
"That's right." Zhang Yansheng agreed, "especially you."
Xu Lichen: "... Hey!"
Six years have passed by so quickly.
When Yue Song asked Zhang Yansheng what plans he had for his birthday this year, Zhang Yansheng said, "I don't have any plans, I just hope that this year will be safe and alive."
Yue Song was inexplicable and rubbed her head with a smile: "Which year did you not live safely and well?"
Zhang Yansheng just smiled.
In May, Zhang Yansheng's newly recruited private detective handed Zhang Yansheng the photo of Huang Zhe that he had taken.
Zhang Yansheng also found someone to follow Huang Zhe last year, but Huang Zhe in this year's photo is different from last year. Compared with three years ago, the young man who was full of flesh and blood has sunken eye sockets, his cheeks are also obviously thin, and he has begun to slap his cheeks. Just looking at the photos, it feels like the vitality of his body has been swallowed up by something.
Zhang Yansheng showed the photo to Yue Song, and Yue Song sighed: "Everything else is fine. Drugs are absolutely untouchable."
He asked again, "Is it time?"
Zhang Yansheng said, "It's almost done."
Yue Song stared at her: "You are the most patient of the young girls I have ever met."
Zhang Yansheng tilted his head slightly: "Do you think I'm scary?"
"No." Yue Song smiled, "it means you have clear goals and firm execution.
"It's good," he said.
Huang Zhe drove to a party. He glanced at the bag on the co-pilot, thinking that he would make a fortune at the party later, and couldn't help but smile.
On the way to the suburban villa, Lukacha was set up for drunk driving.
Huang Zhe was not worried, he did not drink. He honestly got out of the car and blew as required by the traffic police, but was surrounded by several "traffic police" with sharp eyes. By the time Huang Zhe noticed something was wrong, people were already under control.
The police hardly had to search the car, because the bag was so stubbornly placed on the passenger. The anti-narcotics police dogs were useless.
Huang Zhe was reported by an anonymous phone to drug trafficking, and the police seized him in one fell swoop. He also followed the vine and arrested a series of accomplices.
The weight of the seized drugs has crossed the line. In a country with exceptionally strict drug restrictions, the death penalty has been met.
Huang Zhe was soon sentenced to death, and there was no room for probation.
In October, the weather is cold.
One day, Yue Song asked Zhang Yansheng, "There is a party the day after tomorrow, do you want to go together."
Zhang Yansheng's eyes were slightly strange: "The day after tomorrow?" She paused, didn't ask anyone, but asked, "Where?"
"Jinding." Yue Song said.
After speaking, he suddenly realized something and was a little surprised: "Have you never been to Jinding? I don't seem to have heard you mention it once."
Jinding is a well-known entertainment club that has emerged in K City in recent years. It is a bit strange that young people like Zhang Yansheng never set foot there.
Of course Yue Song didn't know that Zhang Yansheng had deliberately avoided this place since Jinding opened.
Zhang Yansheng said calmly: "Well, I haven't had a chance to go, but it's time to go and have a look."
On a specific day this year, Zhang Yansheng accompanied Yue Song to the party.
After playing until twelve o'clock in the morning, Yue Song was about to leave: "Heguo's customers have a video conference, and it's the afternoon on their side."
He then took Zhang Yansheng's hand and left.
In the corridor, the waiter recognized the customer and bowed, "Young Master Yue."
Yue Song nodded, holding Zhang Yansheng's hand and continued to walk forward, but felt that Zhang Yansheng's footsteps seemed to be getting slower and slower, and it was getting harder and harder to pull her. Yue Song gave her a strange look and asked with concern, "Are you tired?"
Zhang Yansheng shook his head.
When passing room 628, the door suddenly opened.
A girl rushed out and reached out to Zhang Yansheng: "Save me..."
A heavily make-up face, a non-mainstream hair color.
The good-looking face was completely covered by the heavy makeup, and I couldn't see the original appearance, nor could I see the traces of the chaos of life in the morning and evening.
"help me… "
The girl stretched out her hand, weakly calling for help.
Zhang Yansheng stared at her.
The moment the fingertips painted with black nails touched Zhang Yansheng, they vanished into ashes.
That one Zhang Yansheng no longer exists, there is only this one Zhang Yansheng in this world.
Yue Song was pulled by Zhang Yansheng who suddenly stopped. She felt her hand clench his hand tightly.
After dating for several years, Yue Song had long known that Zhang Yansheng was a strange girl. She tried so hard this time, Yue Song took a deep breath and turned to look at her. But she saw her looking at the door of the 628 private room.
The door opened and a middle-aged man came out. Because as soon as the door opened, he was confronted by a girl with a cold face, and he couldn't help but be amazed.
It was only at the second glance that she saw Yue Song, who was holding hands with her, handsome, cold and noble.
It's a perfect match. The middle-aged man sighed in admiration and staggered away with a beer belly.
628's door snapped shut.
"What's wrong?" Yue Song asked.
Zhang Yansheng turned his head and took a long breath: "I thought I saw someone I knew, but I was wrong."
"Oh. Let's go then." Yue Song raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Go back and take a shower first, the smell of smoke is all over your body."
…
After the video conference, Yue Song thought that Zhang Yansheng had fallen asleep, but found that she was not in bed.
He looked strangely and found her on the terrace.
"Isn't it too cold? Let the wind blow here." He pushed open the floor-to-ceiling glass door and asked with a smile.
The night wind in October was cold, but Zhang Yansheng was blowing comfortably. She still has wine on hand.
She poured a glass for Yue Song: "Come, have a drink."
Yue Song smiled and walked over: "So interested? What's the good thing?"
Zhang Yansheng handed him the wine glass, put his two fingers together, pointed to the bright night sky of Xinghe from his forehead, and announced loudly: "From today onwards, I will go direct with time."
The light in her eyes was amazing, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was incomprehensible.
Yue Song laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhang Yan raised his glass: "Cheers!"
Yue Song asked, "What to celebrate?"
Zhang Yansheng laughed: "My life. Me and you."
"Okay." Yue Song happily clinks glasses with her, "It is indeed worth a toast."
After drinking, put down the cup, Zhang Yansheng put his hands on the railing: "Come and see."
Yue Song also put down the cup, walked to Zhang Yansheng's side, and hugged her: "What are you looking at?"
"Look at this world." Zhang Yansheng opened his hand, "It's really big!"
Although it was already more than four o'clock in the morning, the lights of the city's landscape did not go out all night. Overlooking from the high-rise hidden villa in Yuesong, the sky is high and the earth is wide and the city is bright.
Zhang Yansheng said: "But some people are trapped in very small things, can't break free, and can't see how big the world is. Life ends suddenly, and before they die, they are full of remorse."
"That must be a pity." Yue Song said.
He took another look at the night scene in front of him. Although it was bright and brilliant, it was just the everyday scene he saw every day.
So common, so common.
"Have you been drunk enough?" He kissed Zhang Yansheng's hair, "Let's go, go to sleep."
Zhang Yansheng didn't know why, but seemed very happy, leaning on his shoulder and giggling.
Yue Song was helpless, leaned over and picked up her leg, and hugged her horizontally.
Zhang Yansheng laughed: "You hug me like this again."
Yue Song raised his eyebrows, what is "again"
He reluctantly laughed and scolded: "drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Zhang Yansheng wrapped his arms around his neck and looked at him with bright eyes.
In this life, Yue Song also held her like this on this night. But there was no blood on the neckline of his cheeks, and his brows were not frowning worriedly.
His brows and eyes were smiling, but the only thing that didn't change was his tenderness.
In a warm room, on a soft bed, through the pulp of the fingers, to the skin.
On this special day in this life, Zhang Yansheng's fingers intertwined with the hand of his previous life.
Gentle lover, hot body temperature, life is rhythmic.
The stars are fading, and the sky is white with fish belly.
This life is a new day.
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