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Lianjiao Lane No. 2 Street.

In the afternoon, the bustle and noise of the city faded away on the streets. The little girl at the door of the stewed meat shop dangled her feet and ate the lollipop in her hand, helping the adults who took a nap to watch the shop.

On the far side of the path, a woman with a basket was wearing a floral dress and humming a song as she walked slowly, her eyes lit up instantly when she smelled the familiar smell of stewed meat.

She looks about 40 to [-] years old, and she can vaguely see the beauty of her youth, but there are extremely deep marks on the corners of her eyes, "Little girl, here is a catty of braised pork head."

The woman walked quickly to the stewed meat shop, and said anxiously.

This is her son's favorite thing, and every time he brings it home, he puts his arms around her waist and calls her mother sweetly.

The woman's beautiful eyes are full of kindness.

The little girl shrank her neck in fear when she saw her, and stopped eating the lollipop. She held it dryly, looked at her and whispered, "Auntie, I want money."

The woman's kind face changed in an instant, like a mirror that suddenly shattered when it reflected the beauty, sputtering and gluing together a strange face.

"Money? Money? Where did my mother get the money for you!"

The little girl cried 'wow'.

The proprietress of the stewed meat shop was woken up and ran out when she heard her daughter crying without any slippers on. When she saw the woman, she immediately raised her eyes, picked up the big broom in front of the shop and threw herself on her, "Ming Meiran ! What are you crazy about bullying children!"

The big broom slapped the woman heavily, and the woman called Ming Meiran didn't even hide, her ferocious expression suddenly became weird, twisted as if she was suffering from great pain, she hugged her legs and cried and curled up stand up.

The little girl was so frightened that the lollipop fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

The proprietress was also dumbfounded. She barely held her strength and said to the neighbors who gathered to watch the fun: "I didn't mess with her, the big guy has to testify to me! It's really bad luck!"

The neighbor pointed, "Hey, don't fight, it's also pitiful. I didn't marry a good person, and I was forced to become a lunatic."

The woman on the ground paid no attention to her, covering her ears with her slender arms, her expression sometimes softly whispering, and sometimes yelling incomprehensible words like a ghost.

"What, what should I do? Should I call the police?" The proprietress said hesitantly when she saw that she was no longer threatened.

"Leave it to us, and we will fully compensate you for the trouble caused."

A gentle and steady voice suddenly sounded from the side of the street.

The onlookers and their wives turned their heads in unison. At the end of the street, at some point, a man in a black suit, with clean leather shoes to reflect the clouds floating in the sky, joined the road full of oil stains and crying children. The small streets of Shengsheng are full of incongruous contrasts.

The proprietress of the stewed meat shop gave him a suspicious look.

Wei Chen smiled. He wore white gloves on his hands, looked at the crying woman on the ground without any emotion, waved his hand, and immediately got off the three strong men from the luxury car behind him, moving neatly and quickly. Catch the woman's flailing arm.

This posture didn't look right, and the people in the small street looked at each other.

It was the proprietress who stood up, rubbed her hands and asked a little cautiously: "What is the relationship between Ming Meiran and you?"

The little girl stood behind her mother, staring at them curiously.

Wei Chen smiled at her, and replied politely: "Don't worry, we are people that Mr. Shen Yu 'knows', and Ms. Ming is not in a good condition. Mr. Xiao will take her for a mental health appraisal, so it will be convenient to take care of her later. "

"Ah---little tea root."

Hearing that it was Shen Yu, the neighbors immediately expressed their understanding in a low voice.

Speaking of which, that child is also pitiful. His father cheated, and the younger brother he brought with him was not three years younger than him. Shen Yu was assigned to his mother. Ming Meiran was married far away, and she thought she found a reliable man. I had a falling out with my family, and I didn't see my mother's family when I gave birth. This time, when I got divorced, I went crazy. I went around drinking and drinking during the day, and beat the child at night.

Everyone in this street knows that there is a beautiful and clean child with a bruised face one day, a limp tomorrow, and a hungry and full meal. Later, his own father couldn't stand it anymore and took the child back to raise him.

Now that child heard that he has become a star, has money, and has not forgotten his mother, so he always comes to see.

The proprietress sighed, and touched her daughter's ignorant head, Ming Meiran was still struggling after being helped up, Wei Chen said lightly: "Ms. Ming."

The mad woman saw his face clearly and immediately fell silent.

Her eyes were wide open, her expression instantly became flattering, and she said with a smile, "Sir, sir, is it the sir who wants to give me the money? I spent it all, I spent it all!"

Ming Meiran still twitched from time to time, shouting unclearly, and then her flattering expression stopped abruptly, as if remembering something, her facial features were tightly twisted together, she stared at Wei Chen and spit suddenly , the arm grasped by the two men struggled frantically, cursing in his mouth:

"Go to hell! Go to death! Go to hell! He wants to kill my son, kill me! He wants to kill my son! Don't even try to kill my son!"

A hint of disgust flashed across Wei Chen's eyes, he rubbed his gloves, and nodded slightly.

The bodyguard immediately covered the woman's mouth, and carried the crazy woman into the car.

The noisy side street regained its tranquility.

The neighbors looked at each other, with a little bit of embarrassment on their expressions.

Ming Meiran was also a bright beauty when she first came here, who would have thought that she would become like this in just over ten years.

The proprietress got ten banknotes, she pushed and refused to accept them, but the other party took a step back and glanced lightly at her oily apron.

The proprietress then stopped talking, and suddenly called Wei Chen to stop before he left: "Well, Ming Meiran from now on---"

The man slightly bent his lips: "You don't need to worry anymore, Ms. Ming will stay in the mental hospital to recuperate at ease after she is diagnosed, and someone will take care of her."

Seeing his kind expression, the proprietress suddenly shivered, forced a smile, covered her daughter's eyes and went back to her shop.

The car door was opened and closed, and the woman in the back seat was still struggling frantically. The driver glanced at the car mirror and asked calmly, "What does Fifth Master mean?"

Wei Chen took off his gloves, "Sent directly to the 'nursing home'."

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Half an hour later, the boom hall.

"Hey fuck, today's scene is really fucking cool!"

Li De took a sip of beer and yelled loudly, the [-] beer bottle hit the thick red solid wood table, making a loud and crisp sound.

The woman leaning against him smiled slightly, then looked at the man in the middle of the sofa with a little fear, and leaned on Fatty Li and whispered compliments: "The fifth master is still kind, if it hadn't for the fifth master who finally caught the Li family Old man, his family can't find his old bone right now."

The crowd laughed.

Fatty Li raised his eyebrows and looked at her from top to bottom, teasing: "You still praise your fifth master for your kindness? I think you are so trembling that you should fall."

The woman froze slightly, and called out "Brother Li" with a coquettish smile. Fatty Li smiled and put his arms around her waist, the topic had changed, and the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Chen sat on the side with his long legs crossed, held his wine glass, licked his teeth, and shook Zong Chu's side: "Old Zong, come one?"

The man was leaning on the back of the sofa. Sitting alone, he was half a head taller than the people on both sides. His broad shoulders in shirts were filled with the breath of a male beast.

He was typing something on the phone with one hand, raised his glass with his right hand and touched Chen Chen in the air, and then drank the glass with his head up.

"Cool! What good thing is so happy?"

When Chen Chen saw it, he also became bored, wiped his mouth and asked "Sha".

His female companion gently took the empty glass and poured another.

Fatty Li glanced at Zong Chu, and snorted: "Who else, that one---"

He elongated his tone, and there was another teasing laugh in the private room.

Zong Chu closed the phone, threw it by his side, raised his eyes to look around, and said with a smile, "I have solved an unsightly mouse," without waiting for him to look sideways, the boy who was half a meter away from him immediately gave him a sense of humor. After drinking a glass of wine, he smiled obediently and praised him, and softly called "Fifth Master.", but behaved very well.

The boy was about nineteen years old, with fair skin and delicate facial features. He was dressed in a crisp T-shirt and shorts, dressed like a student.

Zong Chu looked around, took the drink and touched it on the empty cup on the coffee table. Before touching anyone, he leaned back on the sofa lazily and said something,

"You are worrying."

Chen Chen laughed loudly: "Our fifth master is a big driver, so why don't you bother?"

"Oh, it's a pity that people don't like it." Fatty Li answered, and asked casually: "What's wrong with yours?"

Zong Wuye was accompanied by a cute gadget, and he stayed for four years. Last year, he even went into the old house. This is a strange story in their circle.

People are good-looking, and those who don't fight or grab don't have to worry about it. Following Zong Chu's side, it seems that even his Zong Wuye's blood has been worn down a little bit to be gentle.

But with such a small body, it is not easy to think about it.

Fatty Li remembered the young man he met at the Qingde mansion last night, couldn't help but took a sip of wine, and looked at Zong Chu with malicious intentions: "What did you do to him last night? I didn’t even go to the set today.”

Zong Chu's expression remained unchanged. He rubbed his thumb on the wine glass and glanced at Li De lazily. Li De almost swallowed a sip of wine. His female companion quickly patted him on the back. Fatty Li shouted repeatedly:

"Don't look at me like that. I really call you my brother, Lao Zong. I can't stand your scare with my fat body. Damn it, I really don't mean anything to your sweetheart!"

Zong Chu raised his eyebrows: "I didn't say anything."

didn't say anything,

Everyone thought, the mention of 'murder and silence' on your 'old man' face is almost on the surface, so there is no need to say it?

Li De put on an expression of 'I am really suffering innocently'.

It's no big deal to talk about the people around you, but Shen Yu is different.

Zong Wuye had a hard fist when he was young, and he had a bad reputation. Few people dared to follow him, and he didn't have time to do those romantic things. Later, he bumped into a deer and he took them away. , and didn’t let it go anymore, he couldn’t feel anything, in the eyes of this group of people, that Zong Chu almost hid him in his mouth.

"If you like people, treat them better, don't always put on a posture to clean up people."

The door of the private room was pushed open, and a gentle male voice came, breaking the sudden silence in the private room.

"Oh! Old Qu is back?"

"I haven't seen you for more than half a year. If you want me to say that the old sect sent you to be by my side to educate and educate, you will be cruel to the children."

Fatty Li was overjoyed as soon as he heard the voice, he exaggeratedly stood up, smiled and teased with his eyes closed, wishing he could quickly change the subject, just when Zong Chu gave him a look, he had goosebumps all over his body and it still hasn't come off yet.

The man smiled gently, took off his coat, and said 'thank you' to the student.

He walked to the sofa in two or three steps, Zong Chu also had a smile on his face, glanced at him, and said, "You're back?"

The main family is the only one, and the few of them want to talk about their relationship, just like the servants who protected their "monarch" in ancient times, wishing to show their loyalty with all their heart.When they were of the same age in this generation, the relationship became closer.

"I'm back," Qu Qiming replied with a smile, picked up the wine glass that had been filled for him, spun around to everyone, drank it down, and then sat down.

His family is related to art, and he went abroad for more than half a year to study, and came to the old place that he had agreed upon as soon as he got off the plane.

Qu Qiming is the one with the mildest temper among them. In layman's terms, he has more conscience than them.

At the banquet on the day he went abroad, Zong Chu brought him over. He was a thin boy with traces of love on his neck, winding along his back and into his collar. No one could tell In a word, that person is really fucking not a thing.

Zong Chu held people by the waist and asked him to say hello one by one. It was the second time they officially met the legendary "Shen Yu". calm.

Qu Qiming has always remembered that those eyes were docile, but more of indulgence hidden underneath.

Needless to say, Zong Chu has a domineering temper. Even the most experienced courtesans in the capital dare not provoke him. The Zong family has a great career, and he is the only son of his family.

As long as people teach him what he likes, it is his.

But things can be manipulated at will, but people cannot.

Feelings are easily squandered. Shen Yu obviously has a status in Zong Chu's heart, and the status is not light, but Zong Chu can't see clearly what outsiders can see. , it's too late.

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The author has something to say:

That's right, it's really late, light a cigarette

Regarding the mother, it is true that she has a mental problem. This character... how should I put it, everyone has their own judgment in their hearts, and I will open it later