My target is black impermanence

When he arrived, almost everyone in the box was present.

The moment he pushed open the door, the laughing men and women inside were silent for a moment, and looked at him with all kinds of weird eyes.

There was ridicule, there was disdain, there were those who watched the good show and stayed out of it, and there were also those who hadn't seen him for a long time and found that he didn't make any progress.

"Shen Hanyang."

Someone inside beckoned to him, it was Xiaoxian.

He walked over as usual, with the most handsome expression on his face.

"I thought Xiao Zhang would follow you in."

Hearing his joke, Xiaoxian pursed her lips and chuckled.

"He dares. I haven't come out for a long time since I gave birth to the child. It's just a class reunion, and nothing will happen. Besides, aren't you still here?"

Regarding Xiaoxian's trust, Shen Hanyang just raised his lips and chuckled.

He poured a glass of fruit juice for Xiao Xian, but he didn't drink any alcohol himself, and drank boredly while holding a glass of orange juice with a straw inserted.

He didn't mind that no one came to say hello to him, and there was no embarrassment or discomfort on his face from the beginning to the end.

The box door was pushed open again.

Those who were playing vigorously looked back one after another, the atmosphere became quiet for a while, and everyone had smiles on their faces.

Here comes the real host.

"Everyone is here, it seems that I am late, I will punish myself with three cups first."

The man was wearing a well-fitting suit, and his shiny hair was combed neatly behind his head. When he lifted his hand holding the wine, he inadvertently revealed a watch worth tens of thousands of dollars on his wrist.

Wu Weiming next to him followed the man, eagerly pouring wine for him.

After the man finished drinking, seeing everyone looking at him, he smiled and said, "Go ahead and play, I will pay for today's consumption."

There were several booing exclamations from the crowd, and the atmosphere was once again pushed to a climax.

Shen Hanyang looked at the man who was very different from before,

Sucking on the straw, he made the sound of snoring after drinking, but this kind of movement was inconspicuous in the noisy crowd, like him.

It's just that a man just doesn't want him to spend time alone in a corner.

"Shen Hanyang, it's not like he didn't come, I remember that this kid used to like this kind of lively occasion the most."

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence again.

Someone let out a sneer.

"Here, aren't you shrinking there?"

The man saw him at a glance, walked up to him familiarly, patted his shoulder and said, "Han Yang, long time no..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Shen Hanyang waved off the other party's hand on his shoulder.

He raised his head and said with a smile, "Wang Zhuo, I don't know you that well."

The atmosphere fell into a deathly stagnation, the false smile on Wang Zhuo's face froze, and the embarrassment of being humiliated and the past resentment gradually appeared in his eyes.

Shen Hanyang stood up and patted his shoulder, as if something dirty was on it.

There is nothing good about him, he just holds grudges.

In the past, everyone broke up and broke up, so there is no need to do superficial things now.

He didn't need such a person before, and he doesn't need it now.

"I'll go to the toilet first, you guys play."

After speaking, he lowered his head and said to Xiao Xian who was restless: "Don't drink, go out for a walk if you can't sit still."

Xiaoxian nodded, and the whole person relaxed.

He walked out of the door and walked straight into the toilet, which was filled with smoke and mixed with some unknown sounds.

Although he was an innocent little virgin, he had never eaten pork, and it was not like he had never seen a pig run away.

At the moment...he listened to the corner with great interest.

"Shen Hanyang, you are still like this. You have no future and no future. I don't understand why those female classmates in the past liked you."

Wang Zhuo's voice came from outside the door, and there was a pause in the toilet. Shen Hanyang sighed regretfully, washed his hands and went out.

He looked sideways at Wang Zhuo, who was holding a cigarette in his hand, and his whole body was full of the vanity of reality.

Hearing what the other party said, he just raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "No way, the charm is too great."

Wang Zhuo squeezed the cigarette tightly in his hand, seeing Shen Hanyang's indifferent look, he felt an unknown fire in his heart.

Whether it was his carelessness when he came out of the closet and was squeezed out by everyone, or the ease with which he is not as good as he is now, it made him feel that no matter how much he got, he was nothing in Shen Hanyang's eyes.

A person who has nothing, but always looks down on everything.

"take care."

Shen Hanyang glanced at the cigarette in Wang Zhuo's hand, and walked past him with a chuckle.

No matter how ugly the faces of the people behind were, Shen Hanyang walked leisurely down the corridor with his hands in his pockets and his chin raised.

Suddenly, he stopped and took a few steps back.

The half-open door reveals a familiar person inside.

Coincidentally, at this time the door was opened, and several men came out one after another, the leader was the person who told him this morning that he was going to discuss business.

"Zou Yu?"

"Shen Hanyang?"

"This gentleman is..."

Someone looked at Shen Hanyang suspiciously.

Zou Yu's brows and eyes were flat, and he said without any ups and downs: "This is Shen Hanyang, the ninth-generation successor of the Yin-Yang School No. 90 I told you about."

"It turned out to be Mr. Shen. I have admired him for a long time."

Seeing the other party enthusiastically holding his hand, the corners of Shen Hanyang's mouth twitched slightly.

What the hell is Zou Yu doing?

He struggled to pull his hand out, a stiff, polite smile on his face.

The other party kept looking at him with that kind of radiant eyes, which made him feel terrified.

"Mr. Liu, you go back first, we will contact you in a few days."

Zou Yu looked at the man and said, the man immediately nodded with a smile.

"Okay, okay, then we'll wait for Mr. Shen's visit."

The other party walked away in three steps and two turns, Shen Hanyang wiped his hands on his clothes.

"What happened to that man?"

Zou Yu took out a business card from his coat and handed it to Shen Hanyang.

He took a look and his eyebrows jumped.

Shen Hanyang.

999999.

Nine-generation successor of Yin Yang School No.90, contracting various businesses such as catching ghosts, exorcising evil spirits and watching Fengshui. It is suitable for all ages.

"what do you mean."

He shook the business card in his hand and took a step towards Zou Yu.

Zou Yu turned his head away and said blankly: "I think this will help you learn faster."

He raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

"Are you sure you don't want to take the opportunity to cause me some trouble?"

Zou Yu pursed his thin lips slightly, and shook his head firmly.

"No."

Shen Hanyang just smiled and said nothing, he had already discovered Zou Yu's little habit of pursing his lips when he said something flustered.

"Cough...Shen Hanyang, why are you here?"

Listening to Zou Yu's not very clever diversion, Shen Hanyang put his business card in his trouser pocket, shrugged and said, "Participate in a class reunion."

Immediately, he thought of something, and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Would you like to go in and have a drink?"

Zou Yu's eyes moved slightly, and the center of his eyebrows began to twitch wildly again.

……

Sure enough, looking at the weird eyes around him and Shen Hanyang who was almost lying on top of him, Zou Yu straightened his back and tried not to lose his composure.

"Wu Jiming, this is Shen Hanyang's concubine you mentioned, I don't know which company's boss she is, why don't you introduce me."

Someone uttered a word, and the crowd burst into laughter immediately.

mistress?

Zou Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Shen Hanyang looked at the pale Wu Jiming with a half-smile.

At this moment, Wu Jiming almost knelt down on the spot. He shook his legs and said with a trembling mouth, "Old...boss..."

Shen Hanyang was worried that Zou Yu couldn't remember who the other party was, and reminded him thoughtfully: "Boss, don't you have an Internet company? He is a newly recruited employee."

Zou Yu thought about it carefully, but still...can't remember.

"There are too many companies, I have no impression."

Zou Yu shook his head, his serious look almost made people think he was showing off.

Shen Hanyang raised his lips and chuckled, looking at those people who were petrified one after another, he was in a great mood.

"Boss, I really like the orange juice here, can you buy some for me later, okay..."

"Boss, the sound insulation here is so bad, it's not as good as a [-]-square-meter toilet at home."

"Oh, by the way, I use the swimming pool at home to raise turtles, the boss probably won't mind~"

Zou Yu held down his throbbing veins, looked at the person who was holding his arm and was almost leaning in his arms, and gritted his teeth and gave him a look.

What the hell are you doing!

Shen Hanyang blinked, and suddenly buried himself in his chest shyly.

"Boss, don't look at him like that, it's so embarrassing."

Zou Yu froze. In public, he endured it!

The others watched all this in astonishment.

Shen Hanyang perfectly interpreted what it means to be coquettish, gorgeous, cheap, and cheap.

Let their ready-made taunts completely lose their strength, it is not as powerful as Shen Hanyang's impact on them!

At this time, Wang Zhuo, who came back from the toilet, looked at the extra person in the box, and at the other people's eyes, and instantly understood.

"Who is this……"

Wang Zhuo took the initiative to come over to say hello, Shen Hanyang reluctantly poked his head out of Zou Yu's chest, and said with a smile, "My boss."

Wang Zhuo paused, picked up a glass of wine from the table, and said with a smile: "Boss Shen Hanyang, then I have to toast a glass of wine. You must know our relationship before..."

"This wine is too cheap, my boss won't drink it."

The smile on Wang Zhuo's face froze, and a trace of contempt rose in his eyes.

"Oh? I heard that the wine here is all imported from other countries. Just such a small bottle costs tens of thousands. I don't know what kind of company Shen Hanyang's boss runs and how much profit he makes in a year."

At this time, Zou Yu also felt something was wrong. He raised his head and said lightly: "There are too many, I am too lazy to remember."

Both the company and the profits earned are too much.

Wang Zhuo couldn't hold back the expression on his face. In his opinion, this was Zou Yu's intentional attempt to save face.

He held out the wine in front of the two of them, as if he wanted Zou Yu to drink it down.

"I think this gentleman is about the same age as me, and he should be the same person who came out to work hard. Since meeting today is fate, after drinking this glass of wine, we should make friends."

Zou Yu raised his eyes slightly, looked at the wine glass in front of him and didn't speak.

How long has no one dared to persuade him to drink.