The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

Zhang Lingze was extremely injured.

He wanted to pretend to be relaxed and laugh, but he didn't succeed. The expression on his face instantly turned into embarrassment and loss that couldn't be concealed.

Zhang Lingze has a handsome face and a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes. At the age of 19, when he looks at Song Zhi with these eyes, he can always appeal to countless truths:

"Song Zhi."

He no longer called the other party "Little Zhi", and just received a few punches on the cheek, which was burning hot.

Zhang Lingze licked his dry lips, and showed the other party a smile that was uglier than crying: "Don't do this."

"My dad isn't that kind of guy."

He was still trying to smile, trying to hide the depression in his heart, and communicate with Song Zhi: "Is there any misunderstanding?"

Gradually, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because the former lover always looked coldly, his eyes were full of despair.

This kind of look made his heart feel like being pierced by a nail, and it hurt so much: "I swear to you, my dad will never commit murder or break the law."

"He's not a man of that ability at all!"

Zhang Lingze explained anxiously: "Although he bothers us both together, it's not like..."

"...well, what good would that do our family?"

Song Zhi looked at him: "More than ten years ago... your father dereliction of duty at work and was fired."

"I know!" Zhang Lingze said, "But that's their business, we..."

The latter seemed to hear something ridiculous, and interrupted directly: "Are they adults?"

"So it has nothing to do with you?"

Zhang Lingze choked, and tried to hold Song Zhi's shoulder, telling him to calm down and stop being so agitated.Song Zhi raised his hand to avoid it, and took a few steps back, with resistance written all over his body: "Don't come over."

Seeing that he didn't want to give himself a chance to explain, Zhang Lingze hurriedly asked again: "Where did you hear it? Are you sure?"

He sighed weakly: "Don't give me such a death sentence."

Song Zhi responded weakly, "You're already dead."

Zhang Lingze was speechless for a moment.

Yes, in Song Zhi's heart, he should have died long ago.

"I know you don't intend to forgive me." Xu Shi knows that his eyes have the specialty of being tender and affectionate, and Zhang Lingze always makes good use of them: "But you can't slander my dad, don't leave us such a good time in those years. Is it the end of it?"

Song Zhi suddenly complained loudly: "Zhang Lingze!"

"Your dad showed up at the scene of my elder brother's car accident! Fifty kilometers away! Why do you think he went there specially!"

"You know the relationship between our two families, you want me not to slander him?"

"Who will not slander me?" In an instant, Song Zhi screamed again in a broken voice: "They all said that Song Xiang had an accident on the way to find me! I killed him!"

"Who, let go, pass, me!?"

He was short of breath, and the grievances that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time gushed out.

Seeing Zhang Lingze's face full of surprise and astonishment, Song Zhi suddenly regretted finding him so abruptly.

Because standing in front of him was an idiot.

An idiot who doesn't know anything and hasn't grown up yet.

The hatred towards Zhang Ming was intended to be vented on his son.But Song Zhi found that in the end, he still only hated himself to death, so much so that he began to think aggrievedly that if Fang Chengyan appeared in his life earlier, it would be fine.

The man is gentle and considerate, and considers everything.Song Zhi thought selfishly, maybe he could continue to live unrestrainedly and freely until now, avoiding that catastrophe.

very pitiful.

People lived happily, ignorantly, innocently, and seeing the treacherous and ruthless changes made him change from a carefree little prince in the capital to a beaten dog in the water.

Experience and mind are still a blank sheet of paper, and I don't know where to go, but on this blank sheet of paper, the word "sinner" has already been written in full force.

Zhang Lingze saw that Song Zhi gradually calmed down, and he was also thinking in his heart, would his father be affected in any way?

"Tell me, who said it? I'll ask."

"You ask clearly?"

Song Zhi almost laughed out loud, he buried his face in his palms, and his voice leaked out from between his fingers: "Why on earth did I fall in love with you..."

"If you can ask clearly, I have already gone!"

One pile, one piece!Can this be "asked" clearly?

Song Zhi smiled helplessly, and took two steps back: "I shouldn't have come to you, I'm the stupidest one."

Zhang Lingze didn't understand what he meant at all, but he knew that the other party was in urgent need of comfort, so he reached out to give Song Zhi a hug.

Results in the next second.

The other party got angry and beat him directly on the cheekbone: "Fuck, don't fucking touch me!"

Zhang Lingze was beaten on the chin, and his facial features wrinkled in pain. He was also a little annoyed at being beaten so frequently.When Song Zhi swung his fist again, he held his wrist instead. Soon, the two of them tugged hard and became deadlocked.

"Who the hell allowed you to touch your hands!"

"Stop making trouble, Song Zhi!"

"Zhang Lingze!"

The people outside heard the commotion inside and hurriedly called him: "Is there something wrong?"

"fine!"

"Then we should go?"

Hearing that there was no answer, the bald head walked into the passage again in bewilderment.It was only then that Zhang Lingze and the person he said he was waiting for had been torn to the ground.

The two of them seemed to be competing for strength, and their faces were flushed. Zhang Lingze clenched Song Zhi's wrist to prevent the fist from falling on his face.

Zhang Lingze only cared about defense, but suddenly his body lightened——

Song Zhi was suddenly grabbed by the collar of his back shirt by the bald head, and pulled aside forcefully.

In the darkness, the person who was dragged down fell to the concrete floor, stood up quickly, and went completely mad like a bull.I saw him wedge a fist on the bridge of the bald man's nose, causing the latter to burst into tears and blood from his nostrils.

The bald head covered his nose in pain, and when he saw the blood on his palms, he became impatient, and immediately rushed forward, wrestling with the beating guy in an instant.

Song Zhiren was thin and lost his strength. He was grabbed by the collar again and pushed to the ground. Fortunately, there was something behind him.

But under the elbow, there was a soft touch, accompanied by a painful groan.

is a person.

Before he had time to think, Song Zhi immediately dodged another head-on blow.

He got up quickly, seized the opportunity, jumped onto the bald head, pressed the back of the bald head's neck with his left hand, bent his other arm, and wedged hard on the bald head's back with his hard elbow.

He punched the bald head several dozen times recklessly, almost gouging the bald head until he vomited blood, finally let go, and punched the bald head on the bridge of the nose again, blood splashed from both nostrils immediately.

The hideous look on his face made Zhang Lingze next to him look stupid.

Zhang Lingze saw Song Zhi's slender right hand, the knuckles were white, and it was trembling slightly due to excessive force.

The bald head was hit on the bridge of the nose again, tears were streaming down his face, and he couldn't see the way clearly, so he fell to Zhang Lingze's feet and fell down.

Zhang Lingze had never seen Song Zhi like this.

The other party has always been the glorious young man in his memory. When they fought in high school, it was purely for the purpose of causing trouble and angering the class teacher, not purely displaying tyrannical emotions like now.

He froze in place, only to realize that Song Zhi had really suffered in the past two years.Otherwise, how could he have changed from that simple, laughing person to such an appearance?

He called out in a low voice, "Song Zhi."

Song Zhi glanced over indifferently, his eyes were already red.

The bald head supported the wall, stood up tremblingly from the ground, and wanted to rush over to fight Song Zhi.Zhang Lingze hurriedly got up and reached out to grab the bald coat.

"Stop fighting!" He stopped in the middle to persuade the fight.

"Do not fight!"

"It's my own!" Zhang Lingze was caught between the two, and Song Zhi was dragged by the bald head, avoiding Zhang Lingze, and dragged to the side, followed by a punch on the eye socket, which caused him to be unable to open his eyes for a moment.

Seeing this, the other party took the opportunity to swing his fist at his soft abdomen. Song Zhi staggered two steps back, sweating profusely, and panting against the wall of the corridor.

"Damn it!" the bald head cursed.

"Stop hitting, save face for brother." Zhang Lingze hastily stopped in front of the bald head, forbidding him to do anything else.

Unknown where the strength came from, Song Zhi threw Zhang Lingze away in front of him, and rushed over to fight the bald head again, with fists hanging down, you punched, I punched, back and forth.

Just when he was completely excited, his arm was suddenly grabbed.

Another gangster who followed grabbed his hand that was about to hit him, and slammed it hard.

Dislocated on the spot.

can no longer exert force...

Zhang Lingze turned pale, anxious and panicked.He saw Song Zhi's left arm hang down weakly, completely lost the vigor of an animal just now, his face turned red, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Even so, after he regained his composure, he still rushed forward desperately to fight these two bastards!

What kind of play is this?

Zhang Lingze was really scared.

When fighting, Song Zhi has always been the one with the sharpest brain, one fight two?He really doesn't intend to leave a way out for himself!

"Don't touch him! Don't touch him!" Zhang Lingze yelled amidst the chaos. He grabbed the bald head, pushed it aside, and stretched out his hand to block the other person, protecting Song Zhi behind him, preventing them from coming.

"Hold."

The bald head spat on the ground, which had a salty taste, his mouth was also bleeding from the beating, and the blood was still flowing from his nose.

"This is the person you're waiting for? Fuck me, how much rabies did you get?" The bald man's chest heaved and heaved, feeling that this fight was really f*ckingly aggrieved.

Song Zhi's dislocated shoulder began to swell, and bruises gradually appeared on the skin where he couldn't see it.

But this wave of chaos is very cool.

All the resentment and anger were vented on them, and the depression in my heart was much relieved.

He leaned against the wall, with Zhang Lingze's back protecting him.

"You go out!" Zhang Lingze pushed them away: "Go out first!"

The two gangsters gave Song Zhi a last threatening look, and then they started to walk out.

Zhang Lingze hurriedly looked back at him.

This is a big deal.

He saw viscous blood flowing out of Song Zhi's right eye at a slow speed, the eyelid became swollen, the skin stretched thin, and the eyelashes stuck to the lower eyelid.

A miserable situation that cannot bear to be seen more.

Zhang Lingze was about to die of fright.

"Your eyes are bleeding."

"You open it."

"Let me see."

Song Zhi gasped weakly, he opened his eyelids covered with blood, Zhang Lingze took a closer look, and immediately said with amnesty, "It's okay, it's okay."

"The eyeball is fine, it's the eye socket bleeding." He hurriedly wiped away the blood next to the bridge of Song Zhi's nose with the cuff of his sweater, with a concerned tone.

Song Zhi pushed the hand away.

Except for Fang Chengyan, he would never let anyone hug him, kiss him, or touch his face.

"Leizi is here!" the bald man shouted from outside.

"Get the fuck out!"

After the two gangsters roared towards the passage, they quickly ran away.

After Zhang Lingze heard it, his face changed: "Little Zhi, let's go together."

He grabbed the other side's left arm that was fine, and walked towards the passage where Song Zhi came.

He took two steps, but found that the latter was not moving at all. Zhang Lingze looked back, and Song Zhi slowly slid down against the wall, as if he had lost his strength.

"Let's go!"

"The police are here!"

Song Zhi didn't respond, and just cast an indifferent glance at him with bleeding eyes.

His blood gradually oozes from the fundus of his eyes, and finally due to excessive accumulation, it gushes out of the eye sockets and turns into a bloodstain that slowly runs across his face and extends to his chin.

The fair skin made the bloodstains even more bright red.

This scene is simply shocking.

Zhang Lingze swallowed unconsciously, the scene in front of him may be unforgettable for the rest of his life.

The situation was urgent, and he had to tug Song Zhi's wrist again to take him out: "Don't be stubborn."

"Follow me quickly."

Song Zhi was so irritable that he shook off him: "You can't walk, you can go."

The police officer Pian was already firing a flashlight inside, and the bright beam just shone on Zhang Lingze's eyes, causing him to cover them with his arms.

But Song Zhi still had no intention of leaving.

Zhang Lingze gave him one last look, stood still for five seconds, and then ran to the opposite exit.

"Say you didn't do anything." He dropped a sentence, and the figure left quickly.

"Don't run!"

The film police chased after him.

Song Zhi sat on the spot paralyzed, and the policeman ran past him.

He found that his eyelids were rapidly swollen, as was his arm, the joints were dislocated, a bone protruded, and a slight movement would cause severe pain.

The eyes were already swollen very high, red and bulging. The blood in the eye sockets followed the original path, constantly moistening the original trace, and the blood condensed on the chin dripped on the coat, forming a small wet patch.

As if he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head, moved his right eye, and opened the sack next to him.

The face of the person below is exposed.

The passage was quite dark, but he managed to see clearly at such a short distance.

A strange middle-aged man was moaning weakly.Moan, I got bumps on my head...

Seeing that he was still alive, Song Zhi braced himself to stand up.Grabbing the opponent's hand, roaring, with the remaining strength, he dragged the person out of the passage bit by bit.

"Hey."

"Stop!" Another police officer shouted at the crossing.

"Tell you not to move!"

The road outside is not bright enough, which is also Zhang Lingze's carefully planned site selection.

Song Zhi dragged the other party out out of breath, and the film police were also taken aback when they saw the miserable condition of the two.

He was exhausted, and sat down on the pavement, next to the middle-aged man, whose head was covered with blood, almost dying.

The tissue fluid of the middle-aged man's face looked like the mucus secreted by a snail after crawling over it, and his face was covered with water.

The police officers chasing Zhang Lingze failed to catch him, and trotted back from the passage.

"Who called the police just now?"

Song Zhi looked back weakly, there were three or four people standing on the street.

"it's me."

A man in a suit came out pushing a shared bicycle.

When he saw Song Zhi on the ground, his words froze: "Little boss?"

Song Zhi's mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood. When he heard the sound, he tried to lift his eyelids to look.

It was Cheng Kaizu.

"Why are you?" Cheng Kaizu hurriedly threw the car to the side of the road, pressed twice on his mobile phone, and the bike made a padlock sound of "嘡".

Onlookers are making emergency calls.

The police told Cheng Kaizu to drive away. He pointed the electric baton at Song Zhi's nose, and then pointed at the wounded on the ground: "Quickly explain, what's going on?"

"Did you do it?"

"No, officer."

Song Zhi tried his best to raise his head, looked at him with swollen eyelids, and said with a light smile, "Here, I'm also the one who was beaten."

"Did this person hit you?" The film police confirmed with the middle-aged man.

The person lying flat on the ground shook his head slightly, quite slightly.He was kicked in turn just now, his ribs have sunk and several of them have been broken.

Seeing that the man was obviously speechless, the policeman looked at Song Zhi questioningly. Although this guy was not lying on the ground and couldn't move, he didn't run or panic, which seemed to be the case.

He said, "Come back to the game with me later."

The policeman picked up the sack on the middle-aged man and put it away, lifted a corner of the bag, and observed it with distaste.

The moment it was lifted, a printed photo came out of it.

Another young policeman picked it up.

——This is the ID photo of a bald head with a big and fluffy nose, and his eyes are propped up by fat under the eyes, making his eyelids droop.

In short, it was natural, an ugly face.

Cheng Kaizu was standing next to the policeman, and the moment he glanced at the photo, there was a subtle change in his eyes.

"..."

The film police put away the photo and put it in his pocket: "Let's go to the hospital first."

10 minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

The moment the rear door opened, a police officer in uniform came up to meet him, as if he was an old acquaintance with the medical staff. He raised his hand and pointed to the ground to introduce the injury:

"both."

"A big mangy and a one-eyed dragon."

He commanded:

"Tell them to stay in the hospital and don't leave. I'll search around and I'll be there soon."

Cheng Kaizu approached: "The ambulance is here." He walked around Song Zhi's injured arm and helped him up from the other side.

"I just got off work, let's go with you, and I have a care."

Song Zhi shook his head and said, "No need."

After speaking, he stood up with difficulty and wanted to walk down the street.

"Don't go, I need to record later!" The young film policeman stopped him.

The policeman in front of the ambulance heard it and called him back, "Don't leave!"

Under their watchful eyes, Song Zhi had no choice but to get on the car obediently.After finding a place to sit in the carriage, the "big mangy melon" was also carried up on a stretcher.

As soon as he turned the corner and was out of sight of the police, Song Zhi started shouting, "Stop."

"what happened?"

"parking."

"I'm not going to the hospital."

The ambulance driver told him: "We can't guarantee anything, brother."

"Ah."

Song Zhi slowly moved to the car door from the narrow aisle.

"Big mangy melon" was lying on a stretcher beside him, seeing that he was about to leave, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Song Zhi's jacket, and said angrily, "Thank you."

Song Zhi patted the corner of his stretcher: "Hold on, buddy."

He watched the ambulance go away.

Leaning exhaustedly on a utility pole by the side of the road, the pain of falling apart came from his left arm.

He took out his phone, only to see a missed call displayed on it.

It was already four and ten minutes ago.

He called Fang Chengyan back.

Wait patiently for the other party to answer.

It seemed that his eyes were no longer bleeding. He closed the injured eye and looked up at the winter night with one eye, which was a deep blue.

The man didn't answer—

Twice, three times.

Dial again.

no respond.

Song Zhi pressed the screen off, trying to support the telegraph pole to get up, but in the end he pulled his dislocated arm, and broke out in cold sweat all of a sudden. After holding the same position for a long time, the pain subsided a little.

It hurts.

He found himself a little desolate.

After wiping the coagulated blood on his face, the cuffs became dirty.

Alone, dragging his feet, he walked in the direction of home lonely.

The moment Mother Song opened the door, Song Zhi's appearance really frightened her.

She didn't even bother to ask what happened, she just ran and called her husband to come out.

Song Guoxiao's illness has been cured, he came out of the bedroom, saw that his solemn face was expressionless, hurried to the door to put on his coat, and was about to go downstairs to drive.Mother hurriedly put on her down jacket, and hurriedly put on her shoes at the entrance.

"Go, go."

Mother zipped up the down jacket and immediately went to pull him outside.

"I'm not going to the hospital." Song Zhi said.

"Your father will take you there."

"Don't go."

Song's mother went crazy: "You don't want your eyes anymore?"

The youngest son was bleeding from one eye, and went home holding his own arm!This appearance almost made her go crazy just now!

Song's mother would have been concerned about his swollen mouth for a long time, not to mention his ghostly appearance now.

She was very anxious, but her son didn't know what kind of convulsion he had, so he just leaned weakly on the sofa, and despite her good words, he refused to go to the hospital.

Seeing this, Song Guoxiao actually showed indulgence to him for the first time: "Find an acquaintance, please trouble him to come to the door."

"Orthopedic."

That's all.

Song Guoxiao rummaged through the drawer to find the address book, and made a few phone calls.

An hour later, the doctor came to the door in a hurry.

The process of connecting the arm went smoothly, Song Zhi gritted his teeth and said nothing, asking the orthopedic doctor to give him a hard time.

The doctor also roughly checked his eyes and found that there were blood flakes on the eyeballs. He told his mother that the capillaries were broken and bleeding from the fornix.After washing with normal saline, I applied cold compresses for half a day.

He also said that it was serious, if he really didn't want to go to the hospital today, he must go tomorrow.

……

Third ring, detached villa.

Fang Sheng held the trash can in one hand and closed the door with the other.

Walking to the garbage site at the intersection, I accidentally glanced behind my house, and suddenly saw a little glowing fire in front of the garage.

Only sporadically.

It's bright and dark at night.

It is the breath of flame when burning tobacco.

A slender black figure leaned against the front of the car, surrounded by clouds and mist.Standing there quietly, like a statue about to crumble.

Fang Cheng hurriedly walked over with his slippers, smacked his lips and rubbed his lips: "What's your interest today? Are you here to smoke?"

The black shadow remained silent as if he hadn't heard it, his figure faintly revealing some tiredness and exhaustion.

After smoking a whole cigarette, he lightly threw the butt away, took another one, and held it to his mouth.

The flame on the valve of the lighter suddenly lit up a corner between heaven and earth.

It can be seen from the corners of the man's eyes and eyebrows, from the drooping eyelashes, and the trace of emotion in his eyes.

He's pretty depressed right now.

The cigarette was lit.

Put it on your lips.

Fang Chengyan's lips are M-shaped lips, with angular peaks, thin top and full bottom.

A man once boasted that his mouth was very kissable.

Fang Sheng was puzzled, threw away the trash on hand, and folded it back again.

The uncle and nephew stood together.

Fang Sheng said, "It's such a pain in the ass?"

"Let's take a break first." Fang Sheng said, "It will be the first lunar month in two days. Around the Spring Festival, the stock market can rest for seven or eight days. Don't work so hard."

The other party didn't move at all, only the cigarette in his hand was burning, revealing an indescribable depression.

The uncle had never seen him like this before, so he didn't know how to speak again.Just the act of smoking is enough to prove that the man is extremely uncomfortable——

Fang Chengyan has always stayed away from smoking and drinking unless needed for entertainment.

"Withered like this?"

"Otherwise, I'll go back and tell your dad to let him go to the company to take care of it." Fang Sheng said.

After a few seconds.

He heard the man say:

"No."

Uncle finally heard Fang Chengyan say: "What else can that be? You can still..."

Before he finished speaking, he paused first.

He suddenly became interested, and his eyes lit up: "Could it be... your secret object?"

Fang Chengyan fell into silence.

Fang Sheng sighed beside him, "Tell me."

Fang Chengyan remained silent again.

He took down the cigarette, brushed off the ash with his slender fingers, and exhaled the remaining smoke. The whole person was trapped in this fog.

"Tell me!" Fang Sheng urged, "Otherwise, who else can you tell?"

"You can be optimistic, I'm the only one you can complain about."

He faced Fang Chengyan, and the gossip desire in his eyes was about to fly out.

But Fang Sheng thought about it again, his father was right, Cheng Yan's relationship should have been known to his family earlier.

In this way, both parties will face the reality of taking responsibility earlier. With such psychological preparation, the two may not break up easily.

"Talk to your uncle!"

"Don't hold back."

After ten seconds of silence, the man said:

"He doesn't like me."

His voice was calm and cold, but Fang Sheng inexplicably heard a hint of sadness in it.

"It's okay, this kind of thing can't be forced."

Fang Chengyan said sadly: "He is still seeing other people."

This sentence caused Fang Sheng to fall into self-doubt. He has been single so far, and this operation is a height that he cannot reach in this life.

"That's true," the uncle choked, "It's too much!"

Seeing Fang Chengyan became depressed again.

Fang Sheng was also very angry: "That's her bad habit, fishing everywhere, it's not your fault!"

Available in the next second.

Fang Chengyan actually told him: "It's because of me."

"I'm not funny enough."

"You can't win all of his heart."

Fang Sheng's face was wrinkled into a chrysanthemum.

In winter nights it was freezing cold, and he only wore a thin sweater to take out the garbage, so now he had to rub his arms back and forth:

"Fang Chengyan, listen to yourself, do you really know what you are talking about?"

He felt that Fang Chengyan was in danger now.

Those who are hurt by others are humbled to the dust.

"You don't have to be reckless, make gestures with her over there?"

"It's over." Fang Chengyan found it ridiculous, "I thought I wasn't competitive."

Fang Sheng was speechless: "That's it, that's it?"

"I haven't noticed it before, and you can really bear it."

"Can you bear it?"

Not knowing when it was triggered, Fang Chengyan's tone became agitated:

"I can't bear it anymore."

"I can't wait for everyone close to him to disappear."

Zhang Lingze, Yao Shuqing, and Tian Jiamu!

He is obviously a smart person, how could he not know what the other person is thinking? !Still pretending!Still turning a blind eye!Don't even plan to keep your distance!

The cigarette in the fingertips was crumpled, the paper body was cut off from half the waist, and bits and pieces of tobacco kept falling down.

Song Zhi is very good at observing words and expressions, and he is exquisite in dealing with people. Many people like him.There are so many people around him, chasing from the south to the north, if one is missing, there will be new ones popping up in a blink of an eye!

Fang Chengyan was so jealous, he had to pretend to be damn magnanimous to everyone in front of Song Zhi.

In order to let Song Zhi say that he is funny.

In order to make Song Zhi feel that he is interesting.

For the sake of Song Zhi's 3-minute enthusiasm, he will not fade away when he is boring.

I thought that after a long time, the other party would understand that he was the one who worked the hardest among the group of people.Just like a person standing on the bank, waiting for the stones to be thrown, there will be echoes from the river.

Waiting and waiting, the echo was a firm "I don't like" from the other party.

"He doesn't like me."

The man who had been silent for a long time repeated it sadly.

Fang Sheng gasped, feeling that his eyes had been opened.

Fang Sheng patted his nephew on the shoulder, wanting to heal his nephew's emotional injury, and said in the same way: "It's just a little unlucky not to be loved."

"It is a misfortune not to love."

Fang Chengyan looked up at him.

Fang Sheng seemed to be possessed by love for a moment just now: "Camus said."

I saw it today during the female protagonist's monologue in the evening.

"Sacrifice is not such a noble virtue."

"You are the best nephew in the world."

He took the cigarette from Fang Chengyan's hand and threw it into the trash can:

"Anyone who makes you sad, then I have to talk to her."