Chapter 309

More than two years, Mo Xiran didn't contact her family.

She's tough.

She's really tough.

Torture him like this.

"Mr. Zhou, I told you to go to her earlier, but what about you? You lost her yourself. Who are you angry with now? You asked for it

"You

Zhou Yanchen glared, holding peach arm strength in vain increased.

"Er..." The peach gave out a pain and turned pale.

"Yanchen! let go! Yanchen In a hurry, he grasped Zhou Yanchen's wrist and said, "don't force me! You know where my bottom line is! Zhou Yanchen

Zhou Yanchen was stunned and his ears were buzzing.

He woke up to the roar of the popular prose.

Releasing his hand, he raked his hair and said, "I'm sorry."

Damn it!

If he hurt the peach, she would be very angry.

If he doesn't come back because of this, what should he do?

"I, I'll go first. I'm sorry." Turning around, Zhou Yanchen took two steps, then stopped.

"You, if you have news from her, tell her to come back early. Please come back early."

The black Bentley Champ drove away.

Popular text gently hold the peach's hand, "pain?"

Peach looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Sheng Xingwen, heartbroken, reaches for her and hugs her.

"It's OK. Don't be afraid."

Peach grabbed him by the corner of his coat and closed his eyes.

Just one minute.

She told herself.

Just indulge for a minute.

She didn't forgive him.

Absolutely not!

But only for one minute, let her indulge.

A minute later, the peach pushes away the popular text.

"Peaches?" Vogue Wen looked at her in a panic.

The peach hummed and went home.

She gritted her teeth and caught up with her.

"Peach, how can you forgive me?"

Peach sneer, "forgive? I don't forgive you

"Bang!"

The door fell in front of my eyes again.

This time, Wen covered his nose and stomped his feet.

In the car, he looked at his swollen nose in the mirror and grinned bitterly.

It's terrible that this woman starts a fire.

Alas -

is sighing, "bell!" The phone rings.

He looked at the caller. It was a strange number.

"Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Sheng. I'm Yin Zeming."

"Can we meet?"

Popular text coagulation in front, half ring, deep voice answer: "good."

Meet Yin Zeming in a small bar.

When he drove all the way, he always thought about what Yin Zeming would say to himself.

Is it a direct declaration of war?

To be honest, he is jealous of Yin Zeming.

I'm very jealous of him.

Envy him in his absence, accompanied by peach side for more than two years.

It's hard for a man like Yin Zeming not to feel good about him.

If he declares war on himself, he must.

Peach has come back, he will never let go.

Pushing the door of the bar was far from what he expected.

It's very quiet here, not to say it's completely silent.

The guests were sitting in twos and threes. There was a girl on the stage, playing and singing with her guitar.

And the person who invited him was sitting at the bar with his back to the door.

He seemed to be talking to the bartender. He could hear Lang Lang's laughter from the door.

"How many, sir?" The waiter came up and asked with a smile.

Vogue text raises a hand to point at Yin Zeming, meaning tells her, oneself seek a person.

The waiter followed his fingers and said with a smile, "it's for the boss."

"Boss?" "You said he was the boss here?" he was surprised

"Yes." The waiter nodded with a smile, raised his voice and said, "boss, someone is looking for you."

After hearing this, Yin Zeming looked back and waved to him as soon as he saw the popular prose.

I went over.

"Sit down." After pulling a high chair, Yin Zeming raised his hand and poured him a glass of wine.

Vogue Wen unbuttoned his suit, thought about it, took off his coat and put it on the bar.

Yin Zeming pushed the wine cup to his hand, "I invited you to come here suddenly. I didn't delay your business."

Vogue text took a drink from the glass, "no harm. What can I do for you? "

Yin Zeming laughed and said, "you are quite impatient."

After a drink, he rubbed his finger against the wall of the glass. "It's about peaches. I think you really want to know?"When it comes to peaches, popular prose is on the alert.

When Yin Zeming saw his sharp stab, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He took the initiative to touch his glass and said, "Mr. Sheng, you don't have to do this. I'll tell you the truth, I really like peaches. When I was fond of hiding, I confessed to her. "

Sheng Xingwen clenches the wine glass, eyes color one deep.

But the next second, Yin Zeming laughed at himself: "however, she refused me. I don't think she can let you go

Speaking of this, Yin Zeming's eyes darkened and looked at Sheng Xingwen, "so, Mr. Sheng, as peach's friend, I have the right to know what you think of her."

"I love her." Sheng Xingwen replied.

So simple is the answer.

No more questions.

Yin Zeming chuckled and nodded, "that's good. Mr. Sheng, take good care of the peaches. "

Drink all the wine in your hand.

Next, he told vogue Wen about the peach in the past two years.

He said a lot, for hours.

When it comes to the bar, all the guests are gone, and the waiters and bartenders are off duty.

Speaking of it, dry mouth.

Sheng Xingwen has been listening carefully, even more seriously than when listening to the reports of tens of millions of cooperation cases.

A little bit of detail in Yin Zeming's language can not be ignored.

Two years, finally.

Yin Zeming is hoarse.

A long silence.

None of them spoke.

Then, vogue Wen offered himself and Yin Zeming a drink.

Lifting it up, he said in a deep voice, "thank you! Thank you for taking care of her! "

"I can't drink this wine." Yin Zeming hooks his lips and presses Sheng Xingwen's wrist.

He said, "I take care of peaches because I have my own selfishness. Because I like peaches, I don't accept your thanks. "

"Well, I'm only here for you." Sheng Xingwen said.

Yin Zeming nodded and clinked a glass with him.

"She really loves you. She has had a hard time every day for more than two years. "

"I, I know."

"She likes Wang Guowei's" butterfly in love with flowers "best. When she reads the last sentence with tears, I already know it, but I just don't give up."

Standing up, Yin Zeming drank a little too much.

Shaking, he patted Wen on the shoulder.

"I wish you and peaches happiness. We must make peaches happy."

"I promise you! Sure it will

"Well. That's good. Well, that's good. "