Chapter 688 (1/2)

Even if those old wounds are healed, the scar is still there, even if you are willing to forgive, does your heart agree?

Do you really think that two people can go back to the past after what happened?

Dugu Ying sighed and stopped thinking. After packing up, she went to Feng Xinglang's ward.

And at this point, on the other side.

Feng Yi received an invitation from a friend and had a meeting to go to at the bar in the evening.

Since he had Kang Luoyao, he has rarely gone out to play. Usually, if he is free, he mostly stays at home or goes to the production team to explore Kang Luoyao's class.

They had a good time talking about their underground love. Today, he was invited out for the first time since their marriage.

Friends do not know his marriage, so recently, see him has not come out, just as the family beat tight, inconvenient, so did not ask.

Feng Yi also called Kang Luoyao, who was filming in the production group, before going to the appointment.

Naturally, kangluoyao had no opinion.

She didn't like to control others, and she didn't think it was anything. Although Feng Yi was a prodigal son before, she knew that his nature was not like that.

What's more, some things you want to prevent can not be prevented, it is better not to prevent.

Therefore, with a very generous wave of her hand, she agreed directly.

When Feng Yi arrived at the bar, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

After working overtime, I came back after dinner.

This time point is very late for other places, but it is still early for places like bars.

In the hall, there were several people sitting at the wrong table. As soon as he was led by the waiter to the VIP box, he opened the door, and a burst of music came.

”Oh, my father, you are here at last.”

Some people immediately welcomed him, and they all hooked up with each other. Soon, they integrated into this lively feast.

At the same time, the next box.

Wen Wenjun is also drinking with a group of people.

These people are not from China. Some of them are blonde and some are South Vietnamese with big beards. They all look rather coarse.

Most of them have tattoos on their arms, several of them with scars on their faces.

When talking and drinking, he is also a bold and bold style. There are several smoking in the room.

Because there was too much smoke in the whole box, even the air became a little smoky.

These people and Wen Wenjun's style is very different, therefore, when he appears here, inevitably will be a little abrupt.

However, judging from the attitude of these people towards him, it seems that both sides have known each other for a long time, and there is no communication problem at all.

”Wen!” A man with a big beard suddenly slapped him on the shoulder and asked, ”how about the last time you said you came back to do something? Is it done? ”

Wen Wenjun raised his eyes to look at him, clearly two people compared, Wen Wenjun to appear much weaker.

But I don't know why. Just at this glance, he seems to have a higher status.

But the momentum of that big beard, but can't help but weak down.

He was smoking, not in a hurry to answer, but after smoking a cigarette, pressed out in the ashtray, and then said: ”done.”

Mustache originally looked at his face was not very good, but his heart still cluttered.

After seeing his answer, he was relieved and laughed again.

”Just do it. That's not a good thing. You should be happy. Why do you look so unhappy now?”

Moustache is a foreigner. He doesn't speak Chinese well, so some words don't express the meaning.

Wen Wenjun chewed the word ”good thing”.