Xia Lang

The stern-faced policeman opened up his heinous crimes little by little.

Not far away, Li Yukang waved to them, "Lin Ju Xiaoshang, come here."

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The two walked over hand in hand.

The straight young man in a silver-gray suit and the slender woman with a graceful skirt looked a perfect match.

It stands to reason that the two of them would not be so close in front of everyone, but in order to support this skirt, Shang Jun wore double high stiletto heels, if no one helped her, she would easily sprain her feet if she walked too fast.

The circle of people around Li Yukang wisely made way for the two people who came with them.

"Uncle Li."

Song Linju stood still in front of Li Yukang, his cold voice dispelled the flattering and turbid air, his indifference was incompatible with the impetuous money around him.

Shang Jun also called out to Song Linju, her mother had a good relationship with Li Yikang, so she called it in accordance with the etiquette.

But the people around didn't think so, and the eyes watching the two of them became subtle.

Li Yukang looked at the two people who behaved intimately, showing relief on his face, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just instructed: "There are a lot of people at the banquet, Lin Ju, take care of Xiaoshang."

Song Linju agreed, even if Uncle Li didn't mention him.

After exchanging pleasantries, he seemed to think that the scene was not lively enough, so he called Li Zhaozhuo again.

Hearing the voice, the tall man first glanced at them indistinctly, and then walked towards them with long legs.

Although he walked slowly, no one dared to despise him, not only because of his identity, but also because of his unrestrained, sharp sword-like imposing manner, every time the leather shoes hit the ground, the people around Li Yukang would be able to Feel a stronger sense of oppression.

He seemed to be walking towards his throne.

Looking at the tall man walking towards them, Shang Jun's eyes flashed with surprise.

The first time she saw him in Yaxianxuan two days ago, she guessed that his status should not be too low, but she really didn't expect him to be the young master of the Li family.

Young master of the Li family, this is interesting.

The fixed curvature of Shang Jun's mouth became playful.

I heard that the young master of the Li family returned to China two days ago. As soon as he returned to China, his father arranged a blind date for his ex-boyfriend who still had feelings for him. Tsk...

Obviously it was Li Yukang who called him, but Li Zhaozhuo saw Song Linju first. When he raised his eyes, his sharp eyes fell on the young man so precisely. His eyes were heavy and almost weighty.

Song Linju, who was caught off guard and met Li Zhaozhuo's eyes, was slightly stunned. Just as he was hesitating whether to nod his head and say hello politely, the man casually looked away, as if he was just a flower, a tree, a tree that cost nothing. Mindful stranger.

Song Linju pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the man's eyes seemed to turn around on his glasses just now.

Under the strong sense of oppression, the atmosphere that was still harmonious just now suddenly became a little awkward.

Li Yikang's inquiring eyes circled between the two people with clear boundaries, and he broke the slightly stagnant atmosphere with his voice.

He patted the man's broad shoulders. The boy who was on the same level as him before has now turned into a stern young man who is taller than him. Li Yikang introduced him: "Zhaozhuo, Lin Ju, you should still remember? You two She's a high school classmate, and Lin Ju was your tutor for a while, this lady is Lin Ju's... friend."

There was a subtle pause. Although he didn't directly say it was his girlfriend, everyone present was like a bright mirror in their hearts.

This very skillful statement made Song Linju Shangjun and the others unable to refute it. After all, what Li Yikang said was really just "friends".

Song Linju looked at Shang Jun apologetically, but the woman beside him just smiled and shook her head, as if she didn't care.

To see a play, you have to buy a ticket.

Under everyone's tacit smiles, Li Yikang swept his son, he gently shook the red wine in his hand, his blood was rippling, his eyelids were half closed in disinterest, his face was cold, and he didn't respond, as if he just mentioned Two strangers arrived.

Li Zhaozhuo didn't speak, and the atmosphere became awkward again. Mr. Wang, who has a good relationship with Li Yikang, wanted to liven up the atmosphere, and joked: "Zhaozhuo and Lin Ju are actually friends. I think you, old Li, just think of Lin Ju as your son. Kiss and kiss."

Mr. Wang's words are not aimless, he has always noticed how his friends treat Song Linju these years, and that is simply better than treating his own son.

As soon as Mr. Wang finished speaking, he felt a chill in the back of his head.

The cold eyes of the young master of the Li family stared at him at some point, and the amber pupils glowing with cold light were like the eyes of cruel beasts locked on the target, which forced him to feel a chill in this warm room.

When he went to look again, the young master of the Li family had already half-closed his eyes, returning to his previous indifferent appearance of not caring about anything, as if he was just looking at the speaker normally.

Wrapped in warmth again, Mr. Wang couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He is over half a century old and has seen countless people and things, but now he is still scared by a young man. This young master of the Li family is really amazing.

Is this how kissing and adding kisses are used?

Leaving aside what the two parties thought, Rao Shangjun, who was watching the show, was a little embarrassed when he heard Mr. Wang's words.

The ex-boyfriend turned into a brother or something, that's really "pro" enough.

As he expected, Li Yukang seemed to agree, "This man is arrogant, it would be nice to have multiple brothers."

Li Zhaozhuo and Song Linju are the same age, but one was born in winter and the other was born in summer. Strictly speaking, Song Linju is half a year older than Li Zhaozhuo.

In fact, besides what Mr. Wang said about getting closer, Li Yikang also has some considerations of his own.

If Lin Ju becomes that kid's brother in name, even if he still has thoughts that he shouldn't have, he should have some concerns, right?

Li Yukang felt that this idea was good, so he looked at the young man who was silent with eyebrows raised, and asked, "Lin Ju, what do you think?"

But this time, Li Zhaozhuo, who had closed his mouth like a clam before, sneered first. His voice was hoarse and magnetic, like an elegant nobleman, but his tone was full of malicious sarcasm, "Do you deserve it?"

There was a sudden silence around again.

There is no subject, and they don't know who is saying that he is not worthy, but everyone subconsciously thinks that he is saying that Song Linju is not worthy of being his brother.

It can't be that his father is not worthy to let Song Linju be his godson, right?

Apparently Li Bikang and Song Linju thought so too.

As soon as Li Zhaozhuo's sarcastic words fell, Li Yukang frowned and called his name, like a warning. "Li Zhaozhuo!"

However, Li Zhaozhuo didn't care. Seeing that they misunderstood, he didn't explain it, and he just said it to death, so as to break Li Yukang's mind, "My mother only gave birth to me, I didn't have one, and I don't need a brother."

He still doesn't understand Li Yikang's thoughts?It's just that he wants to have a superficial identity to restrain him and make him have some scruples.

Li Zhaozhuo tugged at his thin lips, revealing a bit of sarcasm.

Li Yikang has really come back to life, the older he gets, the more naive he is, now, does he still care about such a false name?

If he dared to make Song Linju his god-brother, he would dare to change adjectives into verbs.

"You!" Although the reaction shown by his son made Li Yikang slightly relieved, the sarcasm in his eyes was really dazzling.

The sudden interjection of a cold voice interrupted the tension between the two, as if pouring a basin of cold water on a hot flame that had just ignited.

"Uncle Li, I also don't think it's necessary. Whether you're close or not has nothing to do with your status."

In fact, even if Li Zhaozhuo hadn't protested, he would still have refused, but the mockery and disdain on his face made him finally feel disgusted by that person.

Although he was indifferent before, he treated everyone the same, and showed very little emotion.

Today he can truly realize that Li Zhaozhuo hates him.

It's time to hate him.

As early as ten years ago, when he left on his own way, he said that he would hate him for the rest of his life.

Obviously it was expected, but for some reason, Song Linju suddenly felt more empty in his heart, the light cast from top to bottom was so bright that it was a bit dazzling, and the bustling sound of cups and chips receded like a tide.

He seemed to have withdrawn from the magnificent and brightly lit hall, and returned to his empty and quiet residence in an instant. He stood alone in the porch, and the indicator lights on the TV in the unlit living room flashed silently, in the stagnant The passage of time is revealed in the dark space.

He just stood at the door so helplessly, as if he was expecting something, but the endless darkness was like a hungry beast, devouring everything, including the sound.

In the deadly room, there was not a single knock on the door.

Even if he was so tired that his thin back was leaning against the cold door, he didn't hear or feel it.

No one was coming, he should have known.

Looking at most of the people with the same hypocritical smiles, Song Linju suddenly felt bored, and exhaustion flooded his heart like a tide.

He really didn't like the occasion.

Song Linju lowered his eyes, his face became more and more indifferent, he was in his own way.

Everyone looked at the young man who was blatantly called unworthy by the young master of the Li family. His expression was calm, without the slightest embarrassment, as if he didn't care about fame and fortune, or how others judged him. Everyone looked up to this young man again.

Mr. Wang realized that he probably did something bad with good intentions, so he hurried out to smooth things over. He smiled kindly and said, "Hey, it's just a joke. Why don't you guys take it seriously anymore? Okay, relax, let's wait for Mr. Zhuo to give this The banquet is about to begin."

The weird atmosphere eased a lot with Mr. Wang's words, Li Zhaozhuo also gave face, turned and left to start on stage.

Song Linju watched him step by step away from behind, and stepped onto the high platform illuminated by spotlights.

He was watched by everyone. He was tall and straight in a suit and leather shoes, with deep and sharp eyes looking at the audience, his thin lips were slightly parted, and his words were calm.