Chapter 221

Game into a smile, that Fu Xiaoning make a fuss.

"Did you hear that?" Fu Xiaoning frowned. Although she was a little curious about who his friends were, she was also a little sad. She knew almost nothing about many things about him, including his social circle and his friends. But seeing that she didn't care, Fu Xiaoning was not happy.

"Yes, yes, I see. Yes, my wife."

"That's about the same."

He also wants to take Fu Xiaoning to meet his friends with him. However, the topic he wants to talk to Gao Minghan today is not suitable for Fu Xiaoning. Anyway, there are plenty of opportunities to take him to know his friends. Besides, the wedding is fast, but all those friends will come. He will introduce Fu Xiaoning then.

"Well, I'm leaving. I'll be back soon."

"Good bye."

When he went out, Fu Xiaoning cleaned up the kitchen and went upstairs to chat with Fu Jiaxiong.

When he drove to the bar, he saw a girl singing on the stage from a distance. He remembered that Fu Xiaoning was also singing here at the beginning. If he didn't listen to her singing well, he would have poached her to his own company. However, Fu Xiaoning's popularity also made the bar popular on the Internet.

Gao Minghan sits in the corner and walks over to see him pouring wine alone. Without stopping, he goes to him and sits down. Seeing how he drinks, is it something in his heart to drown his worries?

"Are you coming? Sit down. "

He went to sit beside him, picked up a glass and poured himself a glass of wine: "what? What's on your mind? Let me be your big brother when you call me out? " While speaking, the game turns into taking a cup and drinking it down.

Gao Minghan's forehead glides over a few black lines, intimate big brother? If only he had such a heart to be with his sister, but of course he couldn't open the mouth. Gao Ling will come later. He'd better have a drink with him first. Now he doesn't know that he already knows that Gao Ling likes him.

If he knows that he deliberately creates opportunities for them and wants to match them, he may break up with him. Thinking of Gao Ling's blessing, Gao Minghan drinks another cup, and then unconsciously asks, "did the little girl find any clues?"

Sure enough, the little girl was still the dead end of the game. Almost in an instant, the cynicism of the game was all restrained, and anyone could feel the heavy sadness on him.

He raised his glass, another drink, and then replied, "no, I've been looking for it for so many years, but I still don't have a clue. There wasn't much perfect monitoring facilities in the playground, and I don't know whether she was lost or abducted."

After a while, I could hardly say: "I don't know if she is good after all these years."

Every time Gao Minghan hears it, he can't bear it. He reaches out his hand and hammers it on his shoulder: "just try your best. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

He knew that game Cheng would always look for her. He was determined to spend his whole life. He was always haunted by those guilt and regret. Anyway, he would never forget the child.

Gao Minghan has no intention of exposing the scar of game Cheng. He knows that game Cheng doesn't want to mention it. He has been thinking about insomnia for the past 20 years, but he doesn't feel numb because he thinks too much. Now, just talking about it is a knowing blow to game Cheng.

Gao Ling asked him to test whether he was indifferent to that girl and wanted to see if her position in his mind had been replaced by Fu Xiaoning. In fact, it can't be replaced, it can't be replaced. They are totally different. They can love Fu Xiaoning, but they won't forget the girl.

This topic is too heavy. The game turns into cup after cup of wine. Gao Minghan doesn't know what to say for a moment, because it's not an ordinary party. He comes here with ulterior motives. To tell you the truth, he still feels guilty and ashamed.

His current practice is to push his brother into the fire pit step by step.

Two people drink wine in silence. They are in a bad mood. He has no heart to comfort Gao Minghan. He is full of thinking about song Shiqiao. It's all his fault and his negligence. She was so small and delicate at that time. She should not walk around on her own.

When he went to buy ice cream, he told her to sit there and wait. She always listened to him, and she was so good, how could she run around? At that time, the noise and confusion suddenly poured into his mind. He even thought that when he couldn't sleep before, he punished himself in that way.

But then he had Fu Xiaoning and a child. When he was with Fu Xiaoning, he slept well. Is this also a betrayal? Song Shiqiao's life and death are unknown now, but he can sleep safely. Moreover, he has a gentle wife and lovely children, and his family is happy.

Thinking of this, I can't help but drink to myself cup by cup. The man who used to drink is Gao Minghan, but now he is."Do you have any cigarettes?"

Gao Minghan looks at him like that. He is a little regretful about it. Can he not know that it is a taboo of game? Every time it's mentioned, it's painful.

So he took out a cigarette, skillfully lit it, and then began to smoke. The smoke diffuses and blurs the expression of the game. Gao Minghan can't see clearly. At the moment, the game becomes the emotion of the eye.

Fortunately, Gao Ling's call broke the gravity between the two. To be more precise, it broke Gao Minghan's rigidity. The game was still in his mind.

"Brother, where are you?"

"I'm drinking outside. What's the matter?"

"I want to have a snack." Gao Ling said on purpose.

"I'm busy now. I'll buy what I want, or order takeout."

"I'll come over. Where are you?"

Gao Minghan takes a look at the game. He is still in the same position as before. He is immersed in the dark and seems not interested in the conversation between Gao Ling and him. In fact, he doesn't listen to what they are saying. Now his heart is torn by guilt and blurred.

"Come here, then." I don't expect that Gao Minghan will pay any attention to them now. What's more, if he says he won't let Gao Ling come, what he did tonight will be in vain?