When the beauties of the fishing department start flirting

Chapter 359 I'll Find You
Min Hangzhou rested his palm on his forehead.

He is not used to turning on the lights when he sleeps. There is no light in the simple and spacious bedroom, and his heart is dull in the darkness.

Min Hangzhou got up, opened the curtains, tilted his head to light a cigarette, the cold wind from the balcony extinguished the fire a few times, he patiently blocked it with his hands before refilling the cigarette.

Amidst the scarlet flames, the puff of smoke entered the lungs fiercely.

He stared at the cigarette between his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lin Yanmeng's words seemed to still ring in her ears.

——Minhangzhou, there are more than two women in your life, but the only ones you cared about and paid for are me and Youxuan. Your past ex is a passionate lover and the red rose you love in your heart

What nonsense.

The phone was still on, as if implying something, Min Hangzhou stretched his arms and dialed Lin Yan's number.

The beeping for a long time was ridiculous. He knew it was a nightmare, but when he woke up he was afraid that Lin Yan would not answer the phone.

The knuckles that Minhangzhou was wiping off the cigarette ash were slightly stagnant, did he bother her?

Fortunately, Lin Yan answered the phone, moved his body and turned over, humming softly as if complaining that he disturbed her sweet dreams.

"Seventh Brother..."

"What's the matter so late?"

In the receiver, her voice was still soft, moaning.

Min Hangzhou smoked the cigarette silently, nicotine lingered in his mind, and the memories in his mind could not be shaken away. He squeezed the cigarette hard with his fingertips, and the smell of special cigarette popping beads rotted in his mouth.

The taste was bitter and strong, and the fog was so thick that his throat was burning and numb.

"I'll go find you," he said.

Without waiting for Lin Yan to refuse, Min Hangzhou gave the order, and hung up the phone as usual without explaining anything.

The old man gets up at night to take care of Jiaofeng, Jiaofeng is bad, she always flies to the manor in the middle of the night to play, and almost pecks the little flowers in Qiye's garden, no wonder Miss Lin Yan often calls it a bad bird, isn't that bad, old man He flew over to destroy the flower garden while the night was still.The last time Jiaofeng pecked Qiye's little daisy, she was locked in a cage and stared at her for a long time.

The spacious French staircase, the old man saw Min Hangzhou coming down the stairs at a glance, buttoning his shirt while walking, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Qi Ye turned on the air conditioner at night, why is he still sweating in this cold weather?

The old man lowered his head, didn't look or inquire or ask, and went to the teahouse to get the car keys to Minhangzhou in a sensible way.

"It's so late, you should drive carefully." The old man said.

He is.

At 4 o'clock in the morning in Hong Kong City, the night is quiet, the streets are deserted, and the section of the road with the most traffic during the day is only slightly quieter at this moment.

The neon lights on the street lights in the building were faint, and I didn't know that the gangster had just come out of the nightclub, leaving only the reverberation of the roar of the sports car.

It is still the most familiar taste of Hong Kong city. This time point in the bustling city is the alternating time between luxury and exhaustion.

Inside the Bentley.

Minhangzhou looked at the night outside the car window, and there was no snow in Hong Kong City this winter.He woke up, it was really just a dream.

The coldness in his eyes dissipated, as soon as the leather shoes touched him, he kicked the accelerator to the end.

A lighter burns US dollars less quickly than stepping on it to burn oil.

Squatting on the side of the street and throwing up badly, a few drunken gangsters almost saw the white Bentley flash by, leaving behind an elegant tailwind.

The handsome guy asked his companion, "Is that a Bentley that sped past just now? It speeds so gracefully."

His companion: "Did you not drink enough? It's a hallucination."

He tried his best to defend: "I'm not hallucinating or drunk, the car that drove past was a Bentley, so handsome."

"Hurry up and throw up, let's go home and sleep after vomiting."

(End of this chapter)