Chen Chen was wearing a white sweater and a brown jacket, with a layer of fine bangs just as long as his eyebrows, looking like a warm man image of a big brother next door. More precisely...... Take the virtuous route.

When he arrived, he went straight to the speakeasy, holding on to the stairs, making a detour, squinting his eyes through the crowd for the bearded and unruly old He.

…… This guy sits in seclusion enough.

He Yiming saw Chen Chen in the distance, shook the red wine bottle in his hand at him, bared his teeth, and smiled very sunnyly, as if he wanted to say something, but there was no movement at all.

Chen Chen watched him walk forward helplessly, threw the documents in his hand on the table, patted the ashes on the sofa, took off his coat, and sat next to He Yiming.

He Yiming put down the wine bottle in his hand, glanced at the surroundings and no one paid attention to him, so he moved his seat on his own initiative and approached Chen Chen, who had a crisp breath next to him. He put his arm on Chen Chen's shoulder, and tentatively stuck it in Chen Chen's ear and said, "This time, Mr. Chen wants me to check again, where is it sacred?" ”

The smell of wine is a bit rushed, and it is annoying, and the hot and humid breath makes the atmosphere inexplicably ambiguous. He Yiming's low and magnetic voice exudes the unique sexiness of a young man. Slightly drunk, the blurred boundaries were erased.

The man in front of He Yiming was as warm as jade, his brown eyes flashed with a panicked light, and he only felt that he was dizzy around, only one person in front of him, clean and good-looking, with a demeanor of birth, and would never reject people thousands of miles away.

Such two people, like a couple in love, the noise around them has long lost its original sense of existence, Chen Chen's restless heart beat wildly, the Adam's apple rolled, the fine sweat covered with clenched fists, and the crimson of the earlobes continued to smudge his cheeks.

Chen Chen was about to open his mouth to explain something, but he thought about it again, thinking that he was losing his demeanor when he spoke, and he would be flattened by the eyeliner arranged by himself, so he simply shook off He Yiming and stood up.

"Ahem," he said, gesturing to the document on the table, "the exact contents are written in there, and the time limit is one day." ”

Chen Chen deliberately concealed his nervousness, his eyes avoided He Yiming, and he vaguely put down a soft sentence "Ming...... Just text me tomorrow when it's done. ”

"Okay." He Yiming agreed neatly, staring at the little milk cat who pretended to be calm with his eyes, and ran away.

You have to have a degree of joking, right......

Chen Chen strode angrily, walking towards the exit while wearing a coat, only to see a tall artist in front of him talking happily with the girl next to him, the champagne in his hand was rotating along the wall of the glass, and by chance it tilted an angle and sprinkled it on the brown coat that Chen Chen had just wore, which looked particularly embarrassing.

Chen Yulin......?

"Mr. Chen is good." Chen Yulin cynically raised his wine glass and drank the rest of the glass.

Chen Chen signaled to the eyeliner behind him not to get closer, then nodded lightly, and walked directly to the stairs past him.

As night fell, the dense flow of people shuttled through the road, and Lu Yi sent someone to wait for Chen Chen to come out downstairs in the Vishay Building.

"Let's go." Chen Chen opened the rear door and nested in the car half-lying.

Sometimes if you think about it carefully, it is true that I have never seen He Yiming with my eyes, I have been together for so long in the past, and I can count how many girlfriends he has talked about can be counted on his fingers, but I don't know how he, a playboy who is not doing his job, has become an unorganized uncle in the past few years.

Lao He smelled of tobacco and alcohol, and the dark circles on his face were also extraordinarily heavy. But no matter how you put it, he never gets to the point of being offensive. Maybe...... I misunderstood him, maybe he wasn't for the money, or maybe he changed his mind a lot.

Every time I look for him, what is the reason why I feel awkward in my heart? Is it because I'm troublesome, or because I want to get rid of him?

Could it be...... He's interesting to me!

"Ugh!" The little brother who was driving made a sharp turn, and Chen Chen, who was reminiscing about his uncle, fell miserably.

"I'm sorry." The little brother replied coldly.

"It's okay, it's okay." Chen Chen saw through the lives of his good old man, and he was no longer surprised by the capable soldiers cultivated by these decision-makers.

When it comes to fate, they are even more bitter, forcibly instilled with the belief in peaceful reunification, and deign to do these painless things.

At the same time, after a busy day, Lu Yi went to the data room to find a yellowed old photo after explaining the tasks of his subordinates.

That photo was secretly taken by Lu Yi in Lu Guozhong's old mansion, and if nothing else, he was locked in this inconspicuous data room.

Lu Yi flipped through the box full of old materials, there were a lot of small particles of dust floating in the air, he anxiously took out stacks of old materials, laid them flat on the ground, and took out the black diary at the bottom with two fingers, and on the side cover of the diary, took out a photo of the strange woman and Lu Guozhong.

He put the black diary and old materials back untouched, folded the photos in half, and walked out of the reference room.