Chapter 683 (1/2)
Sang Qi told Mrs. sang about Mr. Sang's illness.
Now it should be Santai who can comfort Mr. sang.
Mrs. Sang's calmness can pacify Mr. Sang's mind, but my crazy wave heart can only be pacified by sang Qi at the moment.
”I'd rather have beer.”
”White coffee? It's your favorite brand.”
”Then I won't smoke cigars, all my life.” Nan Huaijin did not sit like, long legs and feet directly collapsed on the sofa.
”The factory you like is out of production.” Sang Qi sat down opposite him.
Sang Qi went over and threw a cigar to Nan Huaijin. He took it over, smelled it and threw it back to Sang Qi: ”I don't like this brand.”
”Why?” I can't understand this operation.
”It's not Sangyu. I asked him to come.” Sang Qi took my arm.
”Sang Yu got Nan Huaijin in. I'll find someone to drive him away!”
As soon as I turned my head, I bumped into sang Qi. He held my shoulder and said, ”I don't look at the road when I walk.”
I don't care if he goes in and out of Dayu. There's no way for him to do business with Dayu, but I don't allow a traitor to enter the Sang family.
I'm too lazy to say hello to him. I'll go to Sangyu to settle the accounts later.
It's Sangyu, it must be Sangyu!
Why is he here? Who let him in?
It's very hot today. He's wearing a light pink shirt, a silk shirt with a gold edge, light blue jeans, flat head and bright earrings.
I went downstairs to the living room and found a man sitting in the sofa, Nan Huaijin.
After washing, I went downstairs to have breakfast. Last night, the bowl of beef noodles seemed to have eaten everyone else's stomach. I didn't feel it at all.
I sat on the bed and didn't dream last night. I didn't get used to it.
There's no process at all. I hate it.
The next morning, I woke up suddenly. I was still asleep one second before, and I woke up the next.
I'm stupid now. If it was before, I could guess one or two from his eyes, but now, I can't even guess a piece of wool.
Sang Qi just looked at me and didn't say the answer.
”Who will kill Wei Lan?”
”Well, Weilan, if you can see him again next time, tell him you can guarantee Weilan's life and death.”
”Wei Lan?”
”He has only one relative in the world.”
”Tell me, what else does Sanshi want to accomplish?”
”Well.” He sat opposite me, holding his cheek and looking at my face: ”what?”
When I was full, I sighed and pushed the bowl and chopsticks forward, stretching: ”Sang Qi.”
It seems that my mood and my stomach are two lines.
I'm sad, but I can't stop eating.
When the noodles are cooked, sang Qi pours the beef soup into the bowl, then takes in the noodles, sprinkles a handful of scallions, and puts a spoonful of chili oil. The smell drops.
I can't think of anything else that Sanshi wants to accomplish now.
”Except this one.”
I thought: ”that only killed him, but, I do not kill.”
”Do something for him that he wants you to do the most.”
”What?”
”It doesn't matter. It's human nature. I know that he was paralyzed because of the old injury after saving you. You must feel guilty. At the summer solstice, I'll tell you a way to eliminate your guilt.”
”I didn't.” I immediately looked up, his eyes were very gentle.