There was an uproar in the room, and people looked at Chen Zhi with a vague defensiveness and unkindness in their eyes. The commotion www.biquge.info this kind of commotion did not stop until Bai Ningyuan raised his hand slightly and made a gesture to signal everyone to be quiet.

Bai Ningyuan wanted to say something, but he coughed lightly, which seemed a little abrupt in the quiet room. He also knew that he was rude, and Bai Yu, who had never seen a single ray of sunshine, had a faint layer of pink on his face, and in the eyes of everyone, he suddenly said a word of rudeness.

Then, he turned his head to look at Chen Zhi, smiled lightly and said slowly: "Mr. Chen, you are a friend of your brother, and you are also a friend from our brother's base, you deserve to accept our hospitality, and we have indeed given you the respect and etiquette you deserve." After a pause, he smiled and asked in a friendly tone as if he were asking for the opinion of a friend, "However, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to ask for the map of the Hongyan Base's next highest secret level with just one mouth, right?" With all due respect, not to mention that with your current level, even Mr. Song can only apply for secondment information at a time of crisis, even if Mr. Song uses his status as the leader of the territorial base, your request is afraid that it will be abrupt. ”

I'm afraid your request is abrupt.

The tone is tactful, the words are direct, and the soft condemnation of the faux pasas is implicitly pointed out.

I'm afraid that only a noble son like Bai Ningyuan, who has been cultivated with power and wealth, can use such a pleasant tone, so frankly and naturally people feel that he is taking Chen Zhi for granted, even if he speaks bluntly, he can't feel the slightest rudeness.

Chen Zhi raised his eyes to look at Bai Ningyuan, his expression was faint, and there was scrutiny in his eyes. He thought thoughtfully, his hand with scars in his palm gently rubbed the teacup on the table, and the tip of his nose lingered with the fragrance of tea.

Should it be said that he is worthy of being the successor of the Bai family...... Compared with him, Hengyuan still lacks a lot of grace and fire.

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"How's it going?" Chen Zhi asked in a low voice as he stood outside the door, staring at the closed door.

Wei Xuan untied the mask with one hand, revealing a crystal beautiful face that was mostly covered. He fanned his pretty eyelashes, pursed his rosy lips, and shook his head slightly. Chen Zhi was speechless for a while, closed his eyes, and his eyebrows frowned slightly as if he was enduring something.

"Really...... He's also at this time. A low sigh as faint as smoke sounded in the corridor, bringing ripples of slight loneliness, but the cold man's closed eyes cut off any possible speculation, leaving Wei Xuan with nothing more than a well-defined side face and an unusually calm expression.

Wei Xuan tilted his head slightly, not wanting to see Chen Zhi like this. But Chen Zhi was only silent for a while, then opened his eyes, and didn't look at him, just stretched out his big hand with obvious bone joints, gently patted Wei Xuan's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I've been mentally prepared." I'll go see him, and you can stay out there for me for a while." ”

The beautiful little boy raised his head and carefully observed his expression, and sure enough, he saw that his eyes were flat, and he didn't know whether to rest assured, but he nodded silently, Chen Zhi smiled lightly, then reached out to open the door and walked in.

On the hospital bed, there was an old man in a neatly dressed Tang costume, looking at a bottle of dendrobium orchid resting at the head of the bed. The branches and shadows are slanted, the leaves are like bamboo leaves, the purple petals and the white flower heart are pleasing to the eye, and they seem to be inconspicuous, but those who know how to know naturally know what kind of mental and financial resources are needed to cultivate a delicate flower in such a desolate land. Hearing the voice, Song Lao turned his head to look at him, looked at him with a calm smile, and his first sentence was: "I helped you again." ”

Chen Zhi closed the door, moved his long legs, walked to the stool next to his bed and sat down, and said lightly when he heard the words: "I'm old like this, what else can I help." ”

"If I hadn't suddenly fallen unconscious once, the Bai family would still be biting your identity now, right?" Song Lao smiled slightly, unlike the fine wrinkles at the end of his eyes, his eyes were a little naughty and playful, and a little proud, "Now that I'm here, there will be no problem with your identity." ”

He said it lightly, but both he and Chen Zhi understood what it meant.

"The leader of the Frontier Base... I have been sitting in this position for you for more than fifty years......" Song Lao looked at the cold man who clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and refused to look at him, restrained his smile, and sighed, "Give it back to you now, rightly." The damned people who know your identity are already dead, and the rest have been dealt with by me, so I just hope you don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Chen Zhi still didn't look at him, and snorted lowly: "Who asked you to do these things." ”

Song Lao looked at him with a wonderful smile, and asked him in turn with a smile, "Who asked you to do these things?"

"Song Lao...... Zhiying. Chen Zhi was slightly moved, raised his head, and looked at the pale and frail old man with deep eyes, "I never understood why you decided to follow me. You know that what I call an ideal will not be able to show you in your lifetime. ”

However, at that time, the black-haired young man who loved laughter, wine and women followed him so easily, escorted him, and did things carefully, even if he was near the last moment of his life, he still ran around for his affairs, and came all the way just to clear a little obstacle. Chen Zhi only felt that his shoulders were heavy, and the old man's turbulent life was burning in front of his eyes, from the frivolous and impetuous young man, to the hot-blooded young man who rushed straight into the crowd several times his size with a wine bottle, to the middle-aged bastard who still couldn't change the habit of looking at the young girl's **** when he was old, and then to the naughty old man with a clean and satisfied smile in front of him......

He asked himself more than once.

Do you have the value that shoulders the trust and sustenance of so many people?

"Well, who made me discerning. Song Lao sighed helplessly, "Waiting for the price to sell, arrogant and arrogant, picking and choosing, it is actually a troublesome master like you, you are really busy with life, and you can't complain about others." He said half-complainingly and half-jokingly, then paused, looked sideways at Dendrobium Lan, and said, "When I first saw you...... Damn, that's been more than fifty years ago!" He scolded in a low voice, staring at Chen Zhi's grim face with some jealousy, and said, "I thought to myself at that time, another lifeless guy. It was really boring, and the people around me all looked like they were being parasited by despair, which made me feel like I was going to be crushed by despair......"

"But you didn't. Chen Zhidao said, "Not only did you not have it, but you also came up and punched me." I still don't understand how I got involved with you. ”

"Hahaha......" Song Lao laughed loudly. Others couldn't even imagine how such a loud sound could burst out of such a dying and emaciated body. He patted his leg proudly, as if showing off the proudest thing in his life, and said happily, "I thought at the time, I could beat you down this handsome boy, even if I was willing to be beaten to death by you." ”

But he never thought that the cold man who was full of murderous intent didn't really attack him from beginning to end, but just accompanied him to roll around in the muddy water, and a man who was admired by the camp was dragged into a mud leg by him, wet and dirty, and had no image at all.

Later, the two didn't know if they were tired or what, so they stopped, looked at each other, and laughed together.

Song Zhiying was a handsome young man, smiling so much that he showed his white teeth, hearty and proud, and looked like a bastard with no scruples, while Chen Zhiying's eyes lit up slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he smiled in a low and low voice.

The young boy laughed and wondered what kind of story was hidden under the deep sophistication in this person's eyes, so that he could still be so resolute in his despair and exhaustion that was so heavy that people couldn't breathe. (To be continued.) )