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After all, it was a working day in the middle of the week, and he had to get up early to go to work tomorrow. After all, Shang Chu was not too presumptuous, and a group of people dispersed before ten o'clock.

I came out of the barbecue stall full of wine and food, and the weather was not good, and it happened to be raining in the sky.

"Captain, let's go then!"

Qi Qi and the others waved at him with their shoulders crossed.

"Okay, let's go," Shang Chu had a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were a little drunk, and he spoke vaguely, "Wechat when you get home."

"You still worry about us!" Qi Qi chuckled and jokingly said, "We are all a group of Alpha men, strong and strong, who dares to do anything to us? But you, a delicate Omega flower, can't walk at night. Be careful!"

A group of bastards went up after drinking some wine, giggling and falling together.

"Fuck you!" Shang Chu spat out the cigarette butt he was biting, and gestured with his middle finger ferociously, "I'll beat you all by myself!"

"Seeking grass!"

"Captain, I've been waiting for this day for a long time! I take off my pants!"

"My ass is sticking out!"

Shang Chu smiled and scolded: "Get out of here!"

The members of the second team roared and swayed away to rock music.

Shang Chu looked at their backs, and after a while he hummed softly: "Little bastard."

Song Yao smiled and watched the group of people making trouble, and after they left, he slowly walked forward and stood beside Shang Chu, with his hands in his belt, looking up at the gloomy sky.

Shang Chu took out a cigarette again, lit it in his palm, took a deep breath with his neck down, and immediately exhaled the curl of smoke.

"Hey," he squinted his eyes and called Song Yao, "Ah Yao."

Song Yao turned to look at him, separated by a layer of rain, mist and smoke, Shang Chu was as beautiful as a person in a painting drawn out by ink and wash, completed in one stroke, exquisite but not weak at all.

"Huh?" Song Yao lost his mind for a moment, "Why?"

Looking at the blue-black sky, Shang Chu suddenly had a whimsical idea, "Do you think it's raining like a fairy hiding behind the clouds and throwing embroidery needles at us?"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the rain curtain outside.

"Why are you filming this?" Song Yao was puzzled.

"Oh, it's nothing." Shangchu sniffed, stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket, shrugged, "Show the idiot Bai Aize, he's a native of the north, maybe he hasn't seen this kind of rain before."

——I am also a native of the North.

Song Yao was taken aback for a moment, and he suppressed the sour thoughts in his heart. Then he realized that he was no different from being hypocritical here, and he was no different from a fool, so he raised his voice and joked in a brisk tone: "Shut up, I will You guys are so poor and romantic, you can't wait to show off to the other party when you see something, you have never seen the world!"

"You know fart!" Shang Chu smiled and punched him on the arm.

Song Yao waited for Shang Chu to finish smoking his second cigarette, seeing that the rain didn't seem to be about to stop, so he asked him, "Why are you going back?"

"Here." Shangchu took out the car keys from his pocket, and a bear pendant was hung on the keychain, which jingled.

He pointed to the white battery car parked by the side of the road: "Go back as you came here."

"Did you bring a raincoat?" Song Yao continued to ask.

"No," Shang Chu tossed the car keys nonchalantly, "It's raining, what kind of raincoat do you need?"

The rain was indeed not heavy, and the ground was not even soaked, but the fine and dense raindrops covered the body, which was sticky and wet, making it very uncomfortable.

The seat of the car was wet, and the water droplets clump together, Shang Chu took out the knitted jacket from the trunk, wiped it on, put on the helmet and stepped into the car: "Let's go, be careful when you drive at night point."

He was wearing a thin shirt, and the autumn rain in October was getting colder and colder every time.

Song Yao knew that his health had been failing these past few years, so he frowned worriedly and said, "My car will be parked under the bridge, and I will send..."

Halfway through speaking, he seemed to realize something, stopped abruptly, and then turned a corner——

"Why don't you make a phone call and let Lao Bai drive over to pick you up."

"What are you going to pick up?" Shang Chu whistled, and said carelessly, "Let's go, you pay attention to safety!"

Song Yao stood under the canopy erected by the barbecue stall, behind him was the sound of clinking glasses and punching fists, and in front of him was Shang Chu's back gradually disappearing in the rain and fog.

He raised his hand and rubbed his nose, thinking that Qiu Yu was really cold, took a deep breath, and plunged into the rain.

"Hey! Handsome guy!" Seeing that he didn't bring an umbrella, the boss was holding a bunch of mutton skewers, and shouted, "Why don't I lend you an umbrella!"

"No need," Song Yao shook his hand without looking back, "It's not cold!"

Shang Chu rode a small battery back to the garden area, parked the car and looked at his phone, it was exactly 10:30.

The Huayuan District is a high-end residential area in the center of Xinyang. It faces the business district in front and the artificial garden in the back. It is 5 minutes away from the subway station.

Of course, the location of the community is good, and the price is staggeringly expensive. The asking price for one square meter can buy a toilet elsewhere.

Shang Chu took the elevator up to the twelfth floor, stood at the elevator entrance and looked around.

1201 is Bai Aize's house, 1202 is his home, and he is not sure where Bai Aize is.

He had observed it downstairs just now, 1201 was lit, but 1202 was dimly lit.With a thought, he stood on tiptoe and put his ears on the door of Room 1202 like a thief. He heard that there was no movement inside, so he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to unlock the door with confidence.

"Click-"

The crisp door lock sounded.

"Officer Shang, welcome home."

Bai Aize's low voice came from behind, Shang Chu's finger that was about to press the combination lock froze, and turned his head slowly.

The door of Room 1201 opened. Bai Aize was wearing a milky white pullover home jacket and black linen trousers covering half of his feet. He leaned against the door frame and looked at him leisurely.

"Ahem," Shang Chu straightened up immediately, and greeted with the corner of his mouth raised, "Hi, hello, I'm home, haha, you're here too, haha."

Bai Aize showed no expression, and knocked on the door with two fingers: "Come here."

"How about I go take a shower first?" Shang Chu suggested.

Bai Aize took out his phone, showed the text message interface and shook it, his tone was very gentle: "Officer Shang spent 380 yuan with my card today, I think we should discuss the debt issue."

"... Keep it in the account! It's all in the account!" Shang Chu rubbed his nose, walked towards 1201, and said in a low voice, "Anyway, I owe you more than 800 million, which is not bad for 1000 or [-]. ..."