Leng Sicheng's hand paused slightly. He drank two large glasses of 82-year-old red wine, and his pale face was slightly reddened. At this time, I finally had a little bit of a sip and a slow sip, but the expression was still faint, "What are you talking about, 'which she'?" ”

Mo Dongyang gave a look, the woman next to him walked away and closed the door, Mo Dongyang leaned lazily on the sofa and raised his eyebrows at him: "Then you still need to ask-of course it's Xu Zipei." I heard that she is about to return to China, right? ”

The light in Leng Sicheng's eyes did not flash, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest. Seeing his expression, Mo Dongyang smiled: "It's weird!" - It's the one from your family, right? ”

Leng Sicheng closed his eyes, lowered his eyes slightly, and drank all the wine in the cup, and the cold wine passed through the esophagus from his mouth and slid into his stomach. But it was like lighting a fire all the way, burning his heart a little uncomfortable.

When the flames were extinguished, he spoke, and his voice was faint: "Boring." ”

"Is it boring?" Mo Dongyang was still smiling, there was a wine cabinet in the box, he took out another bottle of whiskey, took his own wine glass, and poured himself a glass: "Normal person, who would marry her for that reason?" Even if the situation forces her, just keep her mouth shut and give some money, you don't have to tie your whole life to a woman who has no power and no power, and you don't like it, right? Moreover, as soon as the limelight passes, according to your 'hate' for her, you should have said goodbye to her a long time ago, why haven't you divorced yet? ”

Leng Sicheng still ignored him, but snatched the wine bottle from his hand, poured himself another glass, and took another sip of wine.

"But, I heard, they're coming back soon." Mo Dongyang glanced at him, put the wine glass to the side, put a hand on his shoulder, and said close to his ear: "Don't you worry, what you treasure - will you run?" ”

Leng Sicheng still didn't say anything, but the hand holding the wine glass tightened slightly. After a long time, he slowly shook his shoulders, removed Mo Dongyang's claws, and took another sip of wine: "If I don't sign for a divorce, who dares to bring me a green hat?" ”

"Really?" Mo Dongyang smiled: "But what do I think, although your family is poor, but he will never be 'poor and short-minded', especially, 'wealth cannot be yin'." ”

Leng Sicheng still didn't speak, and Mo Dongyang sighed with emotion: "In short, you should be careful." Actually, you also have a share of the credit for meeting the person in your family? ”

Leng Sicheng stood up suddenly, and pushed the wine glass: "I'll go back." ”

As soon as Mo Dongyang saw that he was about to leave, he knew that he was "annoyed and angry", but he was happy: "What are you leaving?" It's to go to your Miss Chen's boudoir......"

Leng Sicheng glanced back at him, and that glance was extremely light and serious, "No." ”

There is no Chen Wenjie, and there is no one else. It didn't exist, it doesn't exist now, and it won't be in the future. Not because he swore in front of his parents, but because ...... He didn't want to go to anyone to stimulate him anymore. Looking for these women to stimulate her, stimulation comes and goes, she is not stimulated at all, but he is not lightly stimulated by her!

"It's not going to Miss Chen's boudoir, is it—going back to your house?" Mo Dongyang smiled very cheaply, "Why, I heard that he is going back to China, you won't be really in a hurry, right?" ”