Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 3996 His figure is lonely and lonely (10)

"What do you think?" Gu Huiyin looked at him shyly, with the look of a little girl in her eyes.

Before they could finish their discussion, Song Shaojun walked in. He apologized, "I have something to do first. I'm on business trip in the capital during this time. Auntie can call me if you need anything."

"Okay, slow down, I won't see you off." Song Lin said.

"Well, Auntie stay here."

Song Shaojun went out.

Song Shaojun drank some wine at night, so he wasn't drunk, but there was a bit of surging heat in his body, and the scalding heat burned his abdominal cavity little by little.

The wind in the autumn evening was very cool, Song Shaojun stood at the wind outlet and blew for a while, which made him feel more comfortable.

Instead of leaving immediately, he went to the outdoor parking lot and got into his Ferrari.

Outside the glass windows, the night is dazzled, the lights are brilliant, and the streets are also very lively.

Song Shaojun took out a business card from the collar pocket of his clothes, and looked at the words on the business card with Sen Leng's sharp eyes.

This is the business card he and Mo Xiu exchanged just now.

Countless fragments flashed through my mind, like a revolving door frame by frame in my mind, and I couldn't stop.

Drunkenness welled up, and Song Shaojun's head ached. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat.

About a quarter of an hour later, Song Shaojun drove away in a sports car.

The car drove to a remote field east of the capital.

When the car stopped, he opened the window, and the autumn wind of "hula la" came in and patted his face, making him feel cool.

Song Shaojun's usually gentle and gentle face was a little colder and sharper, his jaw line was tense, and his eyes were even more profound.

He lit a cigarette, let go of the steering wheel, and dialed the number on his business card with one hand.

It rang for a few seconds, and the other end picked it up.

"President Mo, I'm Song Shaojun, I met you just now."

The other end paused for a while and said, "Mr. Song."

"President Mo, I'm in the open space here in the Wanhe project in the eastern suburbs of the capital. I'll wait for you."

After speaking, Song Shaojun hung up the phone directly.

If the truth is what he thinks, then he is sure that Mo Xiu will come.

The past was intertwined in his mind bit by bit, the position of his heart vaguely seemed to have been hit by a drumstick, Song Shaojun smoked a cigarette, and the smoke drifted away with the wind.

Here is the wilderness, the moonlight is clear, and there is no one around.

Song Shaojun's Ferrari parked in the open space is particularly eye-catching.

He smoked silently.

He's not a big smoker, but he's smoked nearly a pack of cigarettes tonight.

The clear moonlight shone on the glass window, and also reflected the luster in Song Shaojun's eyes.

When the fourth cigarette was smoked, Mo Xiu came.

It was Mo Xiu's driver who brought him here. The car just stopped when the door opened and Mo Xiu got out of the car.

Song Shaojun immediately stubbed out his cigarette and got down from the driver's seat.

Moxiu beckoned to the driver to drive back. Here, only he and Song Shaojun were left.

The wind blows on both of them.

Song Shaojun leaned on his Ferrari body, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and silently looked at Moxiu who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of him.

In the past few years, Song Shaojun has been to the capital a handful of times, sometimes to visit his grandfather, and sometimes to discuss business.

For him, the capital city is not his hometown.

His half-brother was not particularly familiar to him either.

Under the mask, the corners of Mo Xiu's lips curled into a cool arc, he remained silent, and quietly rested his hands on the armrest.

The four eyes met, and for a while, no one spoke.

(End of this chapter)