C135 (2/2)

Zhu Shan knew that Duan Hong lived in a rented room opposite to Hai Da. There was also Little Mi that Yan Xiaowen had sent over, there was nowhere for Fatty to go when he had just arrived.

It was obviously not appropriate to go to Duan Hong's place with an old senior like him. This place was not too far away from his home in South of The City, and there were plenty of places inside the thatched cottage in the watermelon fields.

The fatty originally wanted to chat more with Duan Hong. However, when he saw Zhu Shan giving him meaningful glances, he knew that it might be inconvenient, so he and Zou Huashang followed Zhu Shan and left.

On the cold and desolate street, the lights were dim and for a moment, only Duan Hong was left. He couldn't help but recall what Zou Huashang had told him before.

How exactly should a person live his or her life?

This was the first question that popped out in Duan Hong's mind. He activated the red TT, and the sound of a roaring engine rang.

He thought to himself: ”I'm afraid that Grandpa Zou will hide a little Jiu in his heart for the rest of his life. He was afraid that he would have to spend his life in love. Just now, when he saw that the nine-pill grandma had no looks and her face was full of wrinkles. Now, he recalled why Grandpa Zou didn't try to stop her. He was probably still hiding his love for her in his heart. To be able to do this at such a young age, he must have truly loved her. But where is my love?

The corner of Duan Hong's mouth raised upwards and he couldn't help but smile. In his mind, an image of a graceful and beautiful woman singing on stage with a goddess appeared, secretly pinching her during the performance — — ”Hehe.”

Duan Hong laughed foolishly, ”I wonder where that little lass Liang Youchang is now?”

< p > ”But how in the world can one live a life that is not wasted? Do you want your three masters to be like that, indulging in Zen, Jiu Zong, and Qu Zong all day?

< p > What's so good about that? Or was it just like grandpa spending all his time practicing martial arts, which meant there was no meaning to it? How on earth can I live a full life? ”

Along the way, Duan Hong continuously asked this question that not many philosophers could understand.

He thought to himself, ”I'm afraid that Grandpa Zou will have a little Jiu hidden in his heart for the rest of his life.” He was afraid that he would have to spend his life in love. Just now, when he saw that the nine-pill grandma had no looks and her face was full of wrinkles. Now, he recalled why Grandpa Zou didn't try to stop her. He was probably still hiding his love for her in his heart. To be able to do this at such a young age, he must have truly loved her. But where is my love?

< p > The phone vibrated on the TT control panel.

Duan Hong took it and looked at it before smiling and answering: ”Hello? Comrade Han Luo, why did you call your boss so late at night? ”

< p > ”Boss, where-where are you now?” Should we go back? ”

It was difficult for Han Luo to fall asleep in her own room, so she thought of that occasionally serious face and that godlike tone.

Duan Hong had already reached the bottom of the rental building at this time, he quickly parked and went upstairs. At the same time, he said: ”Comrade Han Luo, open the door.”

< p > ”Ah?” ”Oh.”

Han Luo was stunned for a moment before reacting. She snickered, looking at the black lace pajamas she was wearing, and thought to herself: I wonder if boss would like it -?

Remembering Duan Hong's smiling face, Han Luo's little face flushed red. She slowly walked to the door and opened it.

”Hehe, Comrade Han Luo, do you want to pay your debt?”

Duan Hong looked at Han Luo's high chest, the transparent black lace seemed to be able to see the ripe cherries inside, the feeling of appearing faintly was much stronger than if he were to face it directly.

< p > ”Repayment?” ”What else?”

Han Luo didn't understand what she meant for a moment, but her two big eyes were blinking.

Duan Hong swallowed his saliva and said: ”That — — Last time we agreed, you still owe me a bath, should I pay it back? Oh yes, the last time we talked about touching my chest for ten minutes, I estimate that it wasn't even there yet, on that day I calculated that you still owed me seven minutes and forty percent.”

When Han Luo heard this, her face flushed and her neck flushed. She immediately turned around and ran to her room and said at the same time: ”Scoundrel, the boss is a scoundrel.”

Inwardly, however, he was overjoyed. ”It seems that my charm is quite good.”

< p > ”Hahaha.”

Duan Hong laughed with his head up, and said: ”How can the word rogue be used on the boss, or maybe you can use something more elegant, such as a West Gate official —”

Han Luo ran into the room and closed the door with a bang. As she leaned against the door, he could not suppress the ecstasy in her heart, and she started thinking about her parents.

If he could marry his boss, the rumored son of the Boss Yan, he wouldn't have to work for his parents anymore, and his brother wouldn't have to pick up trash to go to school.