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Not full, he continued to eat with chopsticks. When Cen Jiang came back after not seeing Wen Jiang for a long time, his heart skipped a beat.

A brutally cold winter.

The endless night can be seen at a glance.

Wen Cenjiang stood at the end of the road, lowered his head and lit a cigarette. The wind was strong, and there was a fire between his fingers.

It seemed that even he would be swallowed into the darkness in the next second.

On this New Year's Eve, a family reunion, the howling wind blew the hem of his clothes.

That kind of minimalist nobility is contradictory and intertwined with the ruthless loneliness.

He seemed to be truly lonely for a second, but only for that second.

——It’s very contradictory.

His sense of story and blank space.

There was no snow in Nanqiao in winter. He was thinking about who he would grow old with in this life, but there should be no one.

"Have you finished eating?" Wen Cenjiang looked over and said in a gentle voice, "Let's go."

Shen Hangchao touched the roof of his mouth and suddenly tilted his head and smiled: "Uncle, let me drive."

He drove all the way to the psych clinic with the lights on.

"Hang Chao." Wen Cenjiang slowly wiped his lenses and said in a calm tone, "I've been too good to you lately, haven't I?"

Shen Hang looked at the mottled scratches left on the lenses. The man's joints were long and green.

He had his hands on the steering wheel and his voice was lazy and sarcastic.

"You are not allowed to return your glasses to others."

"We can't hide our illnesses and avoid medical treatment."

"Isn't she just a woman? Is she mean? Is she good at playing in bed? There are many beautiful people in the world. As long as you want it, uncle, let alone a woman, even if you are a man, I will get you on the bed tonight. I promise You feel good."

That slap came without any warning.

Shen Hang was stunned for two seconds, and later he felt that the side of his face was numb.

Licking the corner of his mouth.

Hold.

damn it.

bleeding.

From small to large.

His mother didn't even dare to touch him.

"Sorry, I'm too grumpy today."

The man's voice was gentle and gentle, but it was cold with the smell of blood.

Be polite and courteous.

And he can commit violence without changing his expression.

"Wen Cenjiang!!" Shen Hangchao shouted, "Are you fucking sick?"

The words stopped abruptly.

He's really fucking sick.

The rear mirror reflects a long and silent light.

Reflecting the dark pupils, a bright red with a little bloodshot.

Poker face.

Very permeable.

"I won't argue with you..." Desperate to save face and suffer the consequences, Shen Hangchao finished the sentence abruptly, his face stiff.

"get off."

"what?"

The voice came without warning and was suddenly cruel.

"roll!"

It wasn't until the young master got out of the car and stood in the biting wind that he watched the silver supercar speed away in disbelief.

"??!"

Whose car? ? !

His car! ! !

You, give, me, go, die.

"Ouch."

A sigh sounded from behind.

Shu Xiangnan was wearing a white coat. He stared at him for who knows how long. He calmly pushed up the frame of his glasses with a calm look on his face and a hint of sympathy.

"He beat me again."

Shen Hangchao turned to look at her: "Shut up."

"It's okay, it's pretty. It's called broken beauty."

The young master does not need broken beauty, the young master has always been a character who abuses others.

Facts have proven that only neurosis can cure madness.

"Go to your uncle's ex-girlfriend and file a lawsuit against him for domestic violence. Every complaint will be accurate."

"He is a bitch and will live or die for a woman."

"Don't talk too much, or you may end up in trouble later."

Shu Xiangnan yawned, turned around and walked slowly inside.

"When your uncle feels better next time, let him come for a follow-up consultation. The hypnosis effect was not very good last time."

"Hypnosis?"

Shen Hangchao tilted his head and smiled harmlessly.

"Can you make him forget the past?"