Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

Leng Sicheng's hand paused slightly. He drank two large glasses of 82-year-old red wine, and his pale face was only slightly flushed. At this time, I finally had the meaning of sipping slowly, but the expression was still faint, "Which she is you talking about?"

Mo Dongyang gave a look. The woman next to him walked away and closed the door. Mo Dongyang leaned on the sofa lazily and raised his eyebrows at him: "That's a question--of course it is Xu Zipei. I heard that she is about to return to China. Right?"

The light in Lengscheng's eyes did not flash, and the expression on his face did not change at all. Seeing his expression, Mo Dongyang smiled: "That's weird!-Is it yours?"

Leng Sicheng closed his eyes, lowered his eyes slightly, and drank all the wine in the glass. The cold liquor slid into the stomach through the esophagus from the mouth. But it seemed to have ignited a flame along the way, burning his heart a little uncomfortable.

After the flame was extinguished, he spoke, his voice faint: "boring."

"Is it boring?" Mo Dongyang smiled. There is a wine cabinet in the box. He took out a bottle of whiskey, took his own glass, and poured himself a glass: "Normal people, who would marry her for that reason?" Even if it is forced by the situation, just shut her mouth and give some money, so you don't have to tie your life to a woman who has no power and no influence and can't like you? And, wait for the limelight to pass. , According to your "hate" to her, you should have worshipped her a long time ago, how come you haven't divorced yet?"

Lengscheng still ignored him, but, grabbed the bottle in his hand, poured himself another glass, and took another sip of wine.

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

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

"Really?" Mo Dongyang smiled: "But how do I feel that although your family is poor, but he never'poor people have short ambitions', especially,'wealth cannot be YIN'."

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

Leng Sicheng stood up suddenly and pushed the wine glass: "I'm going back."

When Mo Dongyang saw that he was about to leave, he knew that he was "turning into anger", but he was still happy: "What are you going to do? It's to your Miss Chen's fragrant boudoir..."

Leng Sicheng glanced back at him, and that look was extremely indifferent and serious, "No."

There is no Chen Wenjie, and no one else. It didn't exist before, not now, and it won't happen in the future. Not because he swore an oath in front of his parents, but because...he doesn't want to find anyone to stimulate anymore. Look for these women to stimulate her, stimulate her to stimulate, she didn't have the slightest stimulation, but he was stimulated by her not lightly!

"Isn't it going to Miss Chen's fragrant boudoir, is it — to go back to your house?" Mo Dongyang smiled meanly, "Why, I heard that he is going back to China, are you really worried?"