"How come?" Zhu Ye smiled and found a place to sit down.

After entering the table, they exchanged pleasantries for a while, and they all moved their chopsticks to each other.

During this period, Zhu Ye used the excuse of going to the bathroom and called Shen Zi out.

"Sister-in-law, that's ......"

Shen Zi replied naturally: "Weiwei's fiancé, Su Lao's eldest grandson, Su Zihao." ”

Zhu Ye nodded clearly, a little unsure of how to speak: "Xiao Huan, she ......"

Shen Zi patted him on the shoulder, his eyes were a little grateful, "Ah Ye, thank you." ”

She knew that Xiaohuan couldn't accept her yet. When she gave birth to Xiao Huan with Zhu Yao twenty years ago, she had already guessed this result.

Hearing Shen Zi call himself this, Zhu Ye's pupils vibrated and pursed his lips.

Shen Zi continued: "If it weren't for your willingness to adopt Xiaohuan back then, maybe now our mother and daughter would have no chance to see each other." This kindness is owed to you by me and him. ”

Zhu Ye understood that the "he" in Shen Zi's mouth meant Zhu Yao.

In order to adopt Zhu Yanxiu back then, it happened that because of some things, he changed his name and called Zhu Ye.

"That person, do you really want to marry?"

Although he knew that it was a little inappropriate to ask this question, Zhu Ye still couldn't help it.

Shen Zi was silent for a moment, smiled, and his voice was very soft and light, "There's nothing sincere or insincere, right? ”

Shen Zi raised his eyes, glanced at him, turned to go in, and returned to the dining table.

Except for Su Zihao, who was a little silent, the three of them got along very naturally. Wang Wenjun and Shen Zi's wedding has not yet been held, but there is already a certain tacit understanding between the two of them.

Faintly, you can feel the taste of family.

Zhu Ye smiled bitterly, too, the eldest brother has been dead for so many years, and her sincerity has long been gone......

On the street where the street intersects, a huge screen is hung, and cars are coming and going. This is undoubtedly the most prosperous and lively section of S City.

From time to time, the screen scrolls through political and economic news, as well as the direction of the stock market. Occasionally, some of the hottest product advertisements will be inserted, and the stars who endorse them are all on the international frontline.

Of course, there are also some of the latest entertainment videos.

Zhu Yanxiu buttoned a pure black cap and quietly stood in the hustle and bustle, her black slender figure was a little colder than the night.

The beer in her hand had already been replaced by the third can, and her brown eyes were very bright and shiny, except for the wind blowing her head a little.

On a whim, she turned around and walked into a very inconspicuous barbershop, and said to the owner, "Please help me dye my hair black, thank you." ”

When the boss turned around, the beautiful long chestnut curls poured down, like a waterfall, beautiful and moving.

He looked straight in the eye. After a while, he walked up behind her and said with a smile, "Little girl, your hair is so beautiful! Why do you want to dye it black?"

The proprietor was a forty-something uncle, slightly fat, and very amiable when he laughed, not as creamy as the hairstylists in the fancy barbershops.

This makes people feel close and pleasant, and Zhu Yanxiu couldn't help but bend her eyes and half-jokingly replied: "For stealth!"

The boss noticed that her clothes were black, smiled knowingly, and turned to get the materials.

Black Bentley inside outside.

Shao Lun glanced back at the man, "Li Shao, it's already ten o'clock, and the Li Mansion is over there...... Are you really not going?"

Li Binjie had a tense face, unmoving, as cold as an ice sculpture.

Shao Lun turned back, sighed faintly, and had no choice but to call Li Lao and explain to him.

"What? That stinky boy isn't coming back? Why don't you come back? Tell him to answer the phone!"

Elder Li roared over there. Although he is seventy or eighty years old, he is still full of energy.

Shao Lun held the call button, and waited until the roar was over, and then he said weakly: "This ......"

Shao Lun glanced back at Li Binjie, he was still the same, ignoring it, staring at the barber shop that Zhu Yanxiu had just walked into.

"That...... Master," Shao Lun pondered for a moment and said, "Li Shao was a little injured, so he won't go back." ”

When he said this excuse, Shao Lun almost didn't bite his tongue, and there were two cold eyes behind him at the right time.

Li Lao still roared constantly.

A pretty black figure had already walked out of the barbershop, and her long black curls pressed under the peaked cap were lifted by the wind, looking depressed and flamboyant, very evil.

Like a night elf.

Soon, the figure moved on again, stopping in front of the automatic drink machine and pulling out her fourth can of beer of the night.

"Keep up. Li Binjie's deep voice sounded.

Shao Lun hurriedly cut off the call, and Old Li's roaring voice finally disappeared.

The black Bentley cautiously approached.

On the huge screen several meters wide on the street, a lively picture flashed, and reporters held cameras or microphones, crowded in front and back.