The warm-colored light shone from the corner of the living room, and Cong Rong had been sitting on the sofa, recalling Xiao Zhengyun when he was listening to rock songs in the car just now. He was like suddenly being possessed by a literary young man in the 80s, driving while rhythmically moving with the music and Cui Jian's rough voice. She suddenly wanted to know what Xiao Zhengyun would look like when he sang rock songs? Will he be like Cui Jian, who can express his truest self freely with an extremely masculine voice.

Just as she was thinking about it, the doorbell rang, and it was my aunt's family back.

"Wife, if Cong Rong asks for a while, you must say that we are back from your classmates! Okay, wife? "Well, before the doorbell, Cao Ping didn't forget to tell his wife Cong Yihan.

"Cao Ping, you're really angry with me." Cong Yihan said helplessly, and then, without giving her husband a chance to continue, as soon as her hand was raised, the doorbell was hummed down by her.

Cao Ping saw that the matter had come to this point, and he could only resign himself to fate, he didn't say anything, just took his son Cao Tiantian's hand and silently followed his wife into the door.

"Little aunt, you're back, it's pretty fast!" As she spoke, Cong Rong pulled Cao Yitian, who was standing next to Cao Ping, to herself.

"Well, it's back. We went to the house of an old classmate of mine, who also had a child, and wanted to put the child to sleep. So, we were embarrassed to stay too long, and we sat for a while and came back. Cong Yihan said while changing out of his slippers.

Her husband Cao Ping was also holding slippers in his hand and wanted to change them at the time, but when he heard what his wife said, the slippers in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Cong Rong saw it, and asked Cao Ping with a smile, "Old Cao, what's wrong with you?" Did you just be in my sister's classmate, and was criticized by my sister's classmate and my sister together? “

The next day, Cong Rong remembered that Ye Keke said that she was going to call herself today, but she didn't wait for her call. Later, she called directly, but the call went directly to voicemail. It turned out that when Cong Rong called her, she was in a two-person world with Shi Cheng in a bar called Palmer & Co (Palmer) in the center of Sydney, the bar was on the basement floor, and the signal was not good, so she didn't receive a call.

"Shicheng, what do you think of this place? It doesn't feel like any other bar! Ye Keke said with some smugness.

"Well, it's quite different, it feels like following up with a bomb shelter." Shi Cheng, who was sitting next to him, was very close to Ye Keke, he deliberately did not follow Ye Keke's wishes, but his eyes kept looking at the woman in front of him dotingly.

"It's a bar that mimics the way Sydney looked in the last century, so it looks a bit like a bomb shelter." Ye Keke said as he glanced around.

"What have you been doing since I was here for a few days?" Shi Cheng suddenly asked Ye Keke.

"I didn't do anything, you're gone, I'll end my vacation early and go back to work. You, you came back last night and haven't told me anything about what happened in Auckland. Did the woman named Sash later admit to your client that she wasn't actually your employee? What about your client Omen's wife, who later divorced her husband? Ye Keke asked curiously.

"I didn't expect you to be a little gossip." Shi Cheng jokingly said to Ye Keke.

"Shi Cheng, tell me quickly, who doesn't want to know such an interesting thing." Ye Keke said coquettishly.

"Seeing that you want to know so much, then I will satisfy your curiosity." Shi Cheng agreed to Ye Keke and told her a somewhat strange story.

Time is going back to that Saturday night when I left Ye Keke and flew to Auckland. After he got off the plane, he went straight to the café where he had agreed to meet Omen.

"Here we go, time. I'm here. Omen was sitting alone in a corner of the café, reading the email his lawyer had just sent him on his phone, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to see Shi Cheng coming in the dust, and he beckoned Shi Cheng to sit aside.

"Hi, Omen, long time no see." Shi Cheng sat down and said hello to Omen briefly.

Omen didn't respond to Shi Cheng, he even lowered his head when Shi Cheng started to speak, as if a child had just done something bad and didn't dare to mention it to adults.

Omen is not only the largest customer of SAPPO International Trading in Auckland, but also a friend of Shicheng who has known him for many years. Coupled with years of business cooperation, the two have already established a deep trust and tacit understanding.

Although Omen avoided Shi Cheng as much as possible, not wanting to make eye contact with him, Shi Cheng could still detect a thing or two from his messy hairstyle, bloodshot eyes, and tired face. Shi Cheng suddenly realized that this time things might be more complicated than he expected, and it should be more than just divorce and dissolution. What he can do now is not only to help his company retain this customer, but more importantly, he must also help his friend Omen solve the problems he encounters together.

"Debts are always paid." Omen said suddenly.