After being teased by a half-breed brother

Goyle knew from the moment he climbed the stairs that there might not be a third day.

He stood on the stairs on the second floor, watching Liao Zefan walk from the sofa to the window, from the window to the yard, and then paced back and forth, finally facing the white Mercedes-Benz, one by one. Smoking until the yard gate was opened, watching him and the black Maybach disappear into the night.

He stood on the balcony for a while, then calmly walked back into the room, lay down on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, and felt the harmonious atmosphere of the two people these two days~~~

Opening his eyes, it was already dawn, and the whole villa was surprisingly quiet. He packed his luggage with a calm expression, and put the photos and business cards on the coffee table back into his shirt pocket.

After packing up his things, he looked back at this still deserted villa. On a dining table over there, there were still piles of things he bought in the supermarket yesterday. He opened it and looked. There were rice, noodles, vegetables, everything , and those three boxes...the ultra-thin ones~~~ A smile slowly rose from the corner of his mouth, and he murmured, "To be honest, you are far behind me, but I am very satisfied!"

Take them all away, tonight, a hot pot for one person.

Just as he was about to leave, a man came in suddenly, it was Vincent.

He is a good private doctor, and he has to help clients with the transfer of real estate procedures.

"Mr. Gore, it's a good thing you didn't leave!"

Seeing that Gore was still here, Vincent secretly rejoiced that he had arrived in time. He answered Liao Zefan's phone call and did not dare to rest for a moment. signature.

"But if you leave, I can find you too!"

Vincent sat on the sofa, and continued, "My friend said, you are a nostalgic person, and your phone number has never been changed."

Gore sat down with his face as cold as ice. To be honest, his enthusiasm was only for Liao Zefan.

Gore said expressionlessly, "Mr. Wen came here specially to talk to me, is that your friend?"

"of course not!"

Vincent pushed the paperwork that he had worked so hard last night to Gore, "Mr. Liao said, this villa is yours now. Take it as compensation for breaking up."

"mine?!"

Gore glanced down at the document above, then looked up at Vincent, "You take it, I don't want it."

Vincent continued to push the document forward, "This...I'm afraid it won't work. Mr. Liao is my client, and I only serve him. Mr. Gore, if you have any ideas, you can chat in private."

He doesn't want to care about it so much.

Gore looked at him, looking at the documents on the coffee table, "Then I won't embarrass Mr. Wen."

After speaking, he picked up the bag, pulled his suitcase and walked out. He put the salute and the things he bought in the supermarket yesterday into the trunk. Gore opened the front door and put a check on his driving seat.

He smiled, picked it up, tore it into pieces, and shouted to Vincent who was standing at the door, "Tell Mr. Liao that we will see you again."

The world is so big, but their circle is too small.

Vincent watched the white Mercedes gradually disappear from sight, he picked up his mobile phone, "Mr. Liao, I'm very sorry, I..."

Liao Zefan rubbed his eyes, "You don't need to say anything. I've seen it all."

After finishing speaking, Liao Zefan hung up the phone.

Last night, he also wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, he turned back.

Then the Maybach came across another small road. Liao Zefan got out of the car and entered here again. Taking off the pair of black-rimmed glasses, he murmured, "I knew he didn't want it."

He also stood in the yard and listened to the wolf dog barking at the door for a few rounds. Butler Sun called and he left too.