"Lao Yu, long time no see!"

Sun Wen tidied up his clothes, looked at Yu Sheng, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, stretched out his arms from afar, and walked towards Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng frowned slightly, his expression was flat, and he stood in place and looked directly into Sun Wen's eyes.

For a moment, the air became a little awkward.

Sun Wen stopped, touched his nose, coughed lightly, looked resentful, and stared at Yu Sheng aggrievedly: "You have never looked at me with such eyes!" ”

"What are you hiding from me?"

Yu Sheng ignored Sun Wen's words and asked his own question directly.

Sun Wen was stunned for a moment, and smiled a little far-fetched: "No... No, I don't..."

"How could I hide it from you..."

As he spoke, Sun Wen's expression began to become a little unnatural, and he kept looking east and west.

For the rest of his life, he always maintained a cold face, without saying a word, and his eyes fell on Sun Wen.

The room became silent.

Sun Wen lowered his head silently, and also did not move.

Behind.

Yu Mo saw the situation in front of him, pushed the wheelchair forward a few steps, a smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "For the rest of my life, in fact, this matter..."

"I didn't ask you."

Yu Sheng frowned slightly, turned his head, and looked at Yu Mo calmly, his tone was unfamiliar.

“……”

"You've never used that tone to talk to me!"

Yu Mo imitated Sun Wen's expression of complaining before, looking injured.

But in exchange, it is not a soft expression for the rest of his life.

"If, if I need it in a moment, I will be gentle when I go to your grave."

Yu Sheng's words were not joking at all, and as he spoke, wisps of aura spread out and permeated the entire room.

The strong man who always smiled and watched the play seemed to have noticed the attitude of the rest of his life, his smile disappeared, and he stared at Yu Mo very seriously, and he could do it at any time.

Confucius appeared in the room quietly, his face full of pain, and glanced at Yu Mo complainingly.

"Why do you always offend those who can't be beaten at all!"

"Hey, we've known each other for so many years, give face, don't beat him to death, okay?"

As he spoke, Confucian looked at the strong man and asked expectantly.

The strong man shook his head seriously: "No, the boss said that it is possible to kill him in a while!" ”

"Ugh..."

"Don't be afraid, I'll try to remember you and bring you back to life."

Confucius retracted his gaze, sighed, patted Yu Mo's shoulder, and comforted.

In the next second, Confucius's figure disappeared in place, leaving Yu Mo alone in a wheelchair.

"It's the same person who came out of the sin city, why is the gap... So big. ”

Yu Mo raised his head and glanced at the strong man enviously.

After Yu Mo was threatened, he didn't speak again, always standing in place, looking at Sun Wen from a distance, waiting for an answer.

Sun Wen, on the other hand, was a little silent and lowered his head.

Minutes and seconds passed.

For the rest of his life, he still maintained his previous position, motionless.

He didn't urge Sun Wen again.

According to the rules of the Sin City, it is not allowed to take the initiative to inquire into other people's secrets.

So for the rest of your life, you don't ask, just stand like this.

Wait for Sun Wen to take the initiative to say.

If Sun Wen didn't say anything, he would have been waiting.

For the rest of your stubborn life, this is the simplest truth.

Obviously, what kind of person he is for the rest of his life, Sun Wen is naturally clear.

Seeing that Yu Sheng had already put on his own attitude, Sun Wen could only sigh helplessly: "Boss Yu, sit down, together... Have a cup of tea. ”

While speaking, Sun Wen took the lead in turning around, walked to the tea table on the side, and sat down.

Yu Sheng didn't speak, just followed Sun Wen and sat opposite him.

When the lonely Yu Mo saw this scene, he also wanted to come over, but what greeted him was the plain gaze of the rest of his life.

"Don't let him hear us."

"I don't want to hear him talk during this time."

Yu Sheng looked at the strong man and made his own request.

The strong man was thoughtful, nodded ignorantly, and then directly stretched out his huge palm, pinched Yu Mo's neck, and increased his strength, looking like he was ready to strangle him directly.

However, this is indeed the most suitable for the rest of your life.

"Don't kill yet."

Seeing that Yu Mo's face began to turn red, Yu Sheng finally spoke.

"Oh, good boss."

The strong man looked simple, nodded heavily, and then raised his fan-like slap, and gestured at Yu Mo's head for a long time, and then patted it gently.

With a muffled sound, Yu Mo completely fainted.

"Hey, hey, alright."

"It's just that the strength is a little hard to control."

"I don't know when he'll wake up."

The strong man grinned at Yu Sheng, smiled a little embarrassedly, and then threw Yu Mo back into the wheelchair.