[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

Possibly mistaking my distraction for silent resistance, Pokerfing's gaze at me darkened again, and he said softly: "I asked the blind man, but he refused to tell. The agent of the Zhang family named Zhang Haike didn't dare Disobeying my family order is not the point. They are all bought by you, which is very difficult to do."

I was thinking to myself that I have never seen you go out of the deep boudoir, when did you hook up with so many people.I heard him say in an emphatic tone: "In the past seven years, many forces have been purged by the Wu family. The Wu family shouldn't have such a big power. What happened to you?"

I was a little panicked in my heart, so I didn't speak.In fact, after calming down and thinking about it again, I gradually figured it out.Everything that happened to me in the past has already existed objectively. Even if I die now, it cannot be changed in the history of time and becomes eternal.

What's more, not letting your important people know everything about you is not fair to Poker.I can't use conspiracy to interfere with his sight, because the most important thing in my heart is his personal true will, which is my final judgment.

The atmosphere was tense, but I was relieved, and Poker-Face still looked at me without blinking—when it was his turn to pay so much attention to a person, I counted it—hoping to see something from my face.

It was quite a coincidence, and I didn't know why, so I raised my hand and helped him button the open shirt collar one by one, and handed him the windbreaker again.

He moved his eyes down and stared at my hand, a little stunned.

"Brother, if everything is over, we can still sit together like this. If you are willing to go back to Hangzhou to play with me instead of disappearing into the black mist of the Zhang family again, I will slowly tell you everything."

I smiled.I also know that it is not very realistic for him to stop after everything is over. This was clearly felt when I said goodbye to Xueshan seven years ago.But I just want to indulge myself and give it a try, it can be regarded as a last-ditch effort.

He took the windbreaker and put it on, and turned his gaze to the front window. His eyes were empty, and he was suppressing something. I could see the lines of his face tightened. The left hand that was originally on the steering wheel was clenched into a fist at some point. The joints are whitish.Although his face was expressionless and his breathing was steady, I just felt that he was a little sad.

I also know that the possibility of such emotions showing in him is very small, but that's how I feel.Unlike the weeping statue of Poker Bottle that Medog saw, this time I saw his extremely rare emotional expression intuitively, which shocked me even more.

I was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

But Poker-Face calmed down by himself and started the car.Turning on the heater, the temperature in the car suddenly became much warmer.As soon as I relaxed, I heard him say, "I'll find out, if you tell me yourself."

The temperature in the carriage became warmer again. I looked at the desolate and gloomy scenery outside the window on the right and laughed.

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On New Year's Eve, there were not many cars on the street, and the lights were lit up on the side of the road with a warm and peaceful atmosphere.Boyouping's driving skills are great, the car drives steadily and fast, and the overtaking is smooth.But this driving skill must have been practiced in the Gobi Desert. He has only paid attention to pedestrians and vehicles, and never noticed the lovely traffic lights above his head.When I drove to my parents' house, I didn't have to be afraid of the traffic police for the rest of my life - because I had made up my mind to prepare more than [-] false certificates for myself.

After a lot of tossing around like this, it was already one o'clock in the morning when we got home. My dad opened the door for us, and he still maintained the image of a good man at home. He just whispered something in my ear when he passed me: "You Mom doesn't know, don't show it."

I suddenly had a sense of powerlessness and freshness that my whole family belonged to the underworld. After I entered the house, I realized that my mother had actually fallen asleep.

It’s good if I don’t lie to my mother. I breathed a sigh of relief, took the oil bottle into the kitchen, stuffed him with some dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage to make sure he wouldn’t be hungry, and then threw him into the bathroom to wash up. Sit in the living room and drink some wine.

My dad was "gazing at the sky at night" on the balcony. I don't know what he was thinking about, and I didn't know what he had a secret talk with Poker-Face in the afternoon. Tea, I am hypersensitive and feel that there is a deep meaning.

After finishing washing, Poker Fing came out wearing a bathrobe. The exposed unicorn tattoo on his chest appeared lightly on his pale skin, his muscular legs were exposed from under the bathrobe, and drops of water slid straight down from it.My throat tightened a little, and I tried to turn my attention to the TV show, but failed miserably three times, and could only cover it up by pushing my glasses.

Dad walked past me, probably because he couldn't see me staring at "Brother Zhang" all the time, thinking I was impolite, so he stepped on my foot by the way, the pain made me grin my teeth and come back to my senses. Recite "Namo Amitabha Buddha, Dad, I was really wrong".

They roughly explained their respective situations, and then my father told Poyouping that the guest room was ready and asked him to rest early.But this time, Menshen refuted his kindness very rarely: "Wu Xie is poisoned, there may be complications in the middle of the night, I will sleep in his room."

My father froze for a moment, stared at Poker Ping with dark eyes for a while, and then looked back calmly and uncompromisingly.I felt that the atmosphere had changed from brotherhood to brotherhood. For some reason, there was a flash of swords and swords all of a sudden. I couldn't help feeling a little frightened, so I quickly curled up on the sofa and pretended to watch TV.

My father is also a cow, his expression is still friendly, he paused for a while, and slowly said: "Then thank you, Brother Zhang, for your trouble."

So Pokerfing's lodging problem was successfully resolved, and my father went back to his room to rest.In fact, I feel that since the two of them had a heart-to-heart talk in the study room in the afternoon, it made me tremble a little bit, as if I smelled a conspiracy, but both of them are masters who can't be provoked, and I dare not ask, I can only watch quietly It changes.

When I returned to the room after taking a shower, the bedside lamp was on in the room, and Poker Bottle was not asleep. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the photos on my desk.It was taken when I was a child. There are people of all ages. My mother is a serious pedophile, so I took a lot of photos.

I thought to myself why he has such a leisurely mood. When I was a child, Teppie was just a very ordinary little boy. What's so good about him?At this stage, shouldn't it be the curse of all kinds of worries about the ultimate with the character of Poker Bottle, and continue to press hard?

However, I was also very happy that something could distract Poker Finger, so I went up to watch with him.Looking at it, thinking of myself now, I couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic, explaining one by one, fortunately, I don't have any sense of impatience - even if I do, I won't show it ——I listened very seriously, as if I could really share the joys and sorrows of my life.

That night I talked and talked, and he sat next to him and listened silently. It wasn't until dawn that we fell asleep on one side and the other on the right.