To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 213 Han Twelve, Mr. Shi

Mr. Special Assistant was at a loss as to what was going on at the moment, so he had no choice but to follow up first.

Inside the room.

There was no loud KTV sound, only a faint back rocker playing, and a few men in formal suits were sitting on the sofa, holding cards casually as if to pass the time.In the slightly dim hall, the only light source is candles, which looks very atmospheric.

Seeing this scene, Huo Dongming's thinned lips showed a little bit of width, he was naturally quiet.

"Hey, so quiet?" Han Twelve walked over familiarly, and sat down on the empty seat, "Come, come and play with me."

"Who is this……?"

The relationship between Han Twelve and Lu Zhiyao is very good. Although the two have different personalities, one is more cheerful and the other is more calm, but they both converged in the same way in the past few years. When they moved behind the scenes, some people heard about this name, but no one saw it. over a real person.

Xi Yao put down the cards in his hand and jokingly said, "Since Mr. Shi is here, playing this card must be boring. Everyone knows that you are a gambler."

"Hey, I don't like to hear that, but I'm a disappointment?" Han Twelve didn't show any sign of anger, he laughed and showed his cute canine teeth, and touched Xi Yao beside him with his shoulder, "Why don't you know mine?"

"Business legends may disappear, but the story of love than gold is widely circulated." Xi Yao smiled softly.

interesting.

These words seem to imply something.

After several times of thinking, Han Twelve shifted his gaze to Huo Dongming. At the moment, he was sitting on a bar high chair not far away, pinching such a short glass with whiskey and spherical ice cubes with his long fingers, very leisurely. Talk to Mr. Special Assistant.

Seeing that there are many people here, but none of them are focused on the cards, it doesn't really mean much to stay and play two rounds, so he pulls Xi Yao up and leaves the sofa area.

Huo Dongming was on the left side of the bar, and Han Shier sat down with Xi Yao on the opposite right side.

The dim light made people's faces blurry.

Han Twelve, who has always been straightforward, asked directly after drinking a glass of wine, "What's the matter?"

"I heard from my people that you have Tang Mo's information in your hand, and you helped him complete the DNA comparison." Huo Dongming was also very calm.

"Hey, friend, it's not that I don't help you. It's true that you belong to Lao Lu, but he, Tang Mo, and I are also good friends, right? I and Lao Lu are brothers, so we can talk about everything, but you and Tang Mo have discerning eyes. It can be seen that they sympathize with each other but are not in the same heart."

Xi Yao listened to the meaning of the two people's words and pondered, then remembered what Tang Mo said to Wen Liang when he came to the company that day, vaguely guessed something, a trace of worry flashed in his pupils, and he became more and more worried about Wen Liang.

Huo Dongming took out a recording pen from the pocket of the black windbreaker and played the audio.

This is the audio of my chat with Tang Mo in front of his house that day.

Obviously, Tang Mo told Huo Dongming the answer, but he didn't say it clearly. The two were fighting wits and courage.

"It turns out that's the case, and it's okay. Since you want a clear answer and it doesn't affect him, I don't mind you winning. After all, that kid is so crazy that he doesn't even invite me for a 450 meal." Han Twelve After lighting a cigar, he exhaled the smoke skillfully.

Looking at Huo Dongming with a pair of full almond eyes, he nodded slightly.

The meaning is unknown, but it is the answer.

Afterwards, he raised his hands high and clapped his hands: "Friends, I, Han Twelve, will leave. I will pay for everything I drink and eat today. You have a good time. I will bring my friends here often. I just like you guys." Don't like to make a fuss!"

It was only now that the people in the sofa area realized that the idiot son of the landowner who looked like a nouveau riche just now was the legendary Han Twelve.

It was all unexpected, and only a few people regretted it.

When they are in their position, some things can be dealt with whether they are touched or not, and when they are touched, it is always possible, and such a distance is the best.

"Dong Ming, is your question related to Wen Liang?"

"Yeah." He didn't hide it.

"I still don't understand why you married Tang Xinran. You really don't have any feelings for Wen Liang? I heard about the Tang family. She hurt Wen Liang repeatedly. Why do you still protect her?" ?”

Xi Yao was a little excited, and his words were a little rushed.

Huo Dongming shook the wine in his glass, took a sip, and then opened his lips: "I have feelings, but she doesn't. I don't want to protect Tang Xinran from finding someone who wants to attack Wen Liang behind the scenes. Do you want to watch them attack? Now protect Tang Xinran." Fortunately, I can still get some time to investigate."

"Then why do you... If she doesn't feel it, why do you want to get married?"

"Will she come?"

Huo Dongming asked a question.

A seemingly irrelevant question, followed by drinking the wine in the glass, looking at Xi Yao and repeating the previous question.Although his voice was clear at this moment, it was not difficult to hear that it was trembling, as if he was trying to suppress something.

Xi Yao was stunned: "Who? Where are you going?"

"Wenliang, wedding." Huo Dongming looked at him, and lifted his lips mockingly, "I'm waiting for her to take me away, Xi Yao."

at this moment.

Xi Yao was deeply shocked.

He never knew that Huo Dongming's feelings were so... humble?He is obviously a high-ranking person, even in the circle of friends, some people dare to joke with him and fight with Zhuang Zhuo, but few people dare to touch Huo Dongming's private sphere.

Coupled with his attitude of not getting close to strangers, and his indifferent appearance.

Obviously a banished immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

He never thought that Huo Dongming would say such a thing.

"You, are you giving her a chance?" Xi Yao managed to find a voice to continue asking, "Then why didn't you just say it? You can let her stay."

"Begging her? Even if you stay, what's the point?"

Huo Dongming is still Huo Dongming after all, no matter how accommodating emotionally, no matter how nice he is to her, he will keep his bottom line.

It must be that she trusts and is brave wholeheartedly, so that he will embrace desperately.

If she came, she would do everything to marry her, but if she didn't come, she would naturally have a way to get out of the wedding ceremony unscathed.

This is the best ending to the story.

Xi Yao said helplessly, "You are torturing each other."

"I hope it's just tormenting me. Tell them to have fun, Shan Shui, I have something to do."

Seeing Huo Dongming's resolutely cold back when he got up, the two of them sighed at the same time. Even if it was just torturing him, it was enough to torture Wen Liang. She has so many injuries on her body, not even in her heart. I don't know how much I hate him. .

……

On the bar corridor.

Huo Dongming supported the wall with a painful face, sweat slipped down his cold and indifferent face.

"Mr. Chang, thank you very much for your support to Xi's this time."

A pleasant and familiar voice came from the door of the private room in the distance.

Is he missing him to the bone and suffering from lovesickness?Feeling that he heard her voice, he closed his eyes and looked at the wall mockingly and self-deprecatingly.

How could she appear on RT?

"Huo Dongming?"

Until that beautiful shadow really appeared in front of her.

He opened his eyes.

Her delicate face was imprinted in her eyes, and she was dressed in dark gray work clothes, which looked calm and capable, and there were faint hot red marks on her exposed calf.

"Wen Liang." He called her.

The sound seemed to pass from the end of one time and space to another time and space, and it fell into her ears after a long distance.

(End of this chapter)