The left wing took two deep breaths and yelled at the phone!

"Right wing, labor and capital tell you to be more serious. If something in Chang Yikuan's hand is really poked out, we, the whole" Chihu "army, will be dead!"

"It's all light. You know what boss has endured for so many years! If someone smuggled the lost ammunition to the Sheng family, it's OK, but TM is... "

"All right, all right! Don't give a damn! It seems that I don't understand four or six! I said, "you have to give me ten back!"

"I don't think you know four or six, but you can't make such a joke!"

"Shit, left wing, we'll deal with you when we meet!"

“……”

Left wing hung up the phone, patted the steering wheel excitedly and started the car.

Sheng Yuchen stood in front of the window for a long time, the cigarette in his hand had already replaced several.

Outside, it has been raining, floating in the air, and then falling to any corner, making a "rustle" sound.

Sheng Yuchen's face was as silent as a knife. His black eyes penetrated through the rain curtain and gradually lost their focus.

He remembered that her favorite thing was to stand in front of the French window in the villa on a rainy day and quietly look out of the window.

Usually the sprite and lively people always become very quiet at this time.

She said that at this time, people are always inexplicably sentimental. It's always easy to make people feel a kind of light sadness. It's always easy to pull out those things that have been forgotten in their hearts. Heartstrings always become sensitive at this moment.

But she always enjoyed it.

He also likes to hold her quietly from behind, and then feel her whole body weight in his arms, side face on his chin, sometimes gently rub a few times.

Sometimes he would kiss her small ears. She would turn around with a smile and look at him quietly. On tiptoe, she put her hands around his neck and took the initiative to kiss him.

From then on, rainy days were his favorite.

Missing, sad, painful

Everything, but not the original sweet.

The sweeter the memories are, the more painful they are.

The clearer the memory, the more painful it is.

No one will understand him!

Accompanied by him, always just that side of the cold white marble stele.

Two people's memories, one person

Sad spread from the bottom of my heart, Sheng Yuchen hit a cold war, a long breath.

Bending over, he snuffed out his cigarette and turned to the sofa.

There are brand new suits already there.

Sheng Yuchen took it up and put it on. When he tied the button, his handsome long eyebrow frowned slightly, and his long eyelashes flashed twice.

I just changed the size two days ago, but it's getting loose again.

In the hands of the action stopped for a while, finally or the clothes button up.

Body shape is not as strong as before, but it is more slender and straight.

He opened the door of the ward indifferently, and the bodyguard who guarded the door saluted him respectfully.

"Give me a car."

Sheng Yuchen voice light ground said with the bodyguard of the side a, then big step meteor ground walks toward elevator.

To the door of the hospital, the sound of rain is bigger than in the ward, a cold wet meaning came, Sheng Yuchen blinked his eyes, two hands hanging on the side of the body, standing quietly.