Chen Yao didn't say a word, looking at Liang Yingning's reddened wrist.

What's he doing?

Scum, isn't it a bit neurotic to hold someone's wrist like this?

Moment.

Chen Yao turned his face away, "It doesn't hurt." ”

Liang Yingning didn't know where the word 'pain' meant.

I always felt that in this conversation, she said hers, and Chen Yao focused on his own.

"It hurts."

Chen Yao pondered for a moment and motioned to her wrist, "Don't pay attention, don't get tenosynovitis." ”

Liang Yingning lowered his head, only to realize the red marks on his wrist, whether this person was poisonous.

She looked at Chen Yao a little stiffly, "Thank you for reminding me, if you are disabled, I will come to you for compensation." ”

Chen Yao snorted and laughed, he was really amused by her, since his father died, he was rarely in such a relaxed and happy mood.

"It's getting late, let Uncle Chen send you home."

"I can drive."

Before leaving.

Liang Yingning put on the white flower on Chen Yao's chest neatly, "Uncle is gone, the Chen family has to rely on you to support you, what is the fall, Bai Yueguang and cinnabar moles have left you, and you haven't caught anything." ”

For so many years, all kinds of people, only Liang Yingning accompanied him to the Shanghai market.

Very unexpected.

Chen Yao looked at the tidy countertop, poured back into the sofa, and looked up at the ceiling in a daze.

Think about it.

Zhou Lushen would always taunt him indifferently, "Pretend to be affectionate, and see how true you are." ”

Chen Yao cut off.

Six of one and half a dozen of the other.

With this marriage certificate, he had to go to Greenland, where the weeds didn't grow.

During that time, Chen Yao just loved to be cheap.

I've never liked to go to nightclubs, but this time I always went to have a drink of Graveyard before telling the driver to drive away.

The drunken gold in the Shanghai market lost Zhou Lushen.

It becomes boring and boring.

When people reach the age of thirty and upward, they still feel lonely when they are rich and rich.

In the circle, Chen Yao is the first to have a girlfriend, and the last one has not yet started a family.

So, God is fair.

No one has a cat.

If no one scolds 'Chen Yao, you give me home', he may just hand it over honestly, hand over all his property, and swear a poisonous oath to be obedient.

The driver took off the rearview mirror and glanced at the half-drunk and half-awake young master of the Chen family.

"Boss, go home?"

Chen Yao didn't say anything, the so-called home is nothing more than Chen's house.

Driver: "It's 12 o'clock, Miss Yingning's birthday today." ”

Chen Yao: Oh.

How old is she?

27？

He couldn't remember much, except that she was 6 years younger than him.

The driver asked again, "Do you want to send a congratulatory gift to Miss Yingning, she has been in charge of Mr. Chen's affairs some time ago, and Mrs. said that she would like to thank her no matter what." ”

Chen Yao remained silent.

Think about it.

As a friend who has known her since childhood, Chen Yao added, "Help me send her a gift to show her the meaning." ”

The driver nodded.

The next day, though.

The central building in the prosperous area of Lujiazui towers into the clouds.

Inside the office.

Chen Yao looked at the large bouquet of red roses placed on the carpet, frowned and looked at the secretary, "Who gave it?" ”

The secretary replied truthfully, "It's Miss Liang who returned it, she said that she has no shortage of people who send red roses, and you won't accept yours, and there are red roses everywhere." ”

Chen Yao snorted.

The driver of his house is really going to take the initiative to deliver roses.

Chen Yao looked indifferent, "I didn't send it." ”

The secretary ordered the security guard to come in and take him away, "I'm sorry Mr. Chen, we made a mistake." ”

He has sent red roses to many girls, but there is no Liang Yingning.

Knowing that he didn't send it himself, he was ridiculed by Liang Yingning by taking this opportunity, ghostly, Chen Yao smiled, "Send her back, the roses have nothing to do with me"