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"Tell me the truth. You didn't even tell me about this, and you don't believe that I don't care whether you regard me as your brother or not, right?" Cheng Jiaoxiao stared ahead, "I'm going to fucking mind you. "

As long as Song Yanqing had spoken to him in advance, he would not have been so angry that his liver hurt. He even hid it from him. Damn it——

grass.

"It's been so long. Yanqing, I don't want to be angry with you."

"I know."

"What do you know?" Cheng Jiaoxiao was speechless and patted Song Yanqing's shoulder hard.

You don’t know anything, and it’s best not to know. I won’t let you know anyway, and you are still my brother.

"My fault."

Cheng Jiaoxiao yelled and dug his ears: "Then you shout, Brother Cheng, I'm sorry."

"You fucking idiot."

Cheng Jiaoxiao chuckled, her eyelashes covering her eyes: "I feel pretty stupid too."

"you need to know--"

"I'm not angry anymore."

"sorry."

It was Bai Feiyu who asked Bai Feiyu to carry down the large amount of things her mother had packed. Cheng Xuran's head was so big that she was very broken. How could she eat it?

"You really don't want to come with me?" Bai Feiyu smiled, "I'm not short of the gas money."

"Song Yanqing and I are going back on our way, why do you need to drive us there?"

Bai Feiyu looked at her, "You..."

"what happened?"

"It's okay, be careful on the road and tell me when you get there."

"I'm sorry to trouble you during this time."

"It's okay, call me if you need anything."

"No free number this time?"

"Not anymore."

I wanted to ask, if he hadn't moved at that time, if they went to the same high school, if they graduated from No. 3 Middle School, would there be no Song Yanqing?

Thinking about it, I feel it's wrong, and that's it. The weather is getting colder in late February, and it's not yet time for the cold willow wind to blow on my face, especially since there was frost last night and the roads are slippery.

Cheng Xuran turned to look at Song Yanqing, smiled slightly, and said in a soft voice: "Remember the way this time? Brother."

Song Yanqing was talking to Cheng Jiaoxiao. He raised his head and said with a faraway look, "I don't remember. I plan to take you to XZ."

……

……

The prison door opens.

"Have a good life after you get out."

A man in his fifties or sixties came out limping, his steps staggering.

When he saw the car parked outside, the man grinned.

The window is half down.

Song Huaijin's side face looked particularly cold in the cold weather.

"I knew you were coming." The man got in the car, "How about we play with a big pen?"

Song Huaijin's tone was calm.

"Take the money and go abroad."

"Don't be so anxious." Zheng Chang said, "You will agree."

Song Huaijin returned home, opened the locked drawer, and just pulled out the file at the bottom. She frowned slightly and stared at the white hairpin.

He rubbed the lighter with one hand and pulled it up and down. He originally wanted to burn the document, but somehow he put it back.

When Lin Weizhen came back, he sat on the bedside: "Have you touched that drawer?"

"What drawer?" Lin Weizhen was surprised and disapproved, "What can I move, or are you hiding something from me?"

After the New Year, everything becomes normal.

Cheng Xuran put all his energy into the movie "Magic City", and Bofeng Technology's game was successfully launched after internal testing and received an extraordinary response.

Wu Shaoyang made his first pot of gold after re-entering the business and bought his son an oversized model car.

After the report about game design made the news, Song Huaijin also saw it.

(End of this chapter)