can not help

Meng Junchen sent Qian Shucheng to the door full of guilt, his father obviously used him as a tranquilizer to appease Qian Shucheng by letting him stay in that room.

Qian Shucheng patted him on the shoulder, drove away without saying anything, and said nothing to Han Yue when he got home.There is no need to say words of consolation about this kind of thing, and it is impossible to let it go if it is put on anyone, and it is too busy to help, not to mention that Han Yue already has his own plan.

After the normal training the next day, Qian Shucheng lay on his bed, stared at the ceiling for half an hour, and then fumbled for his mobile phone to call Murong Ling. This was the first time Qian Shucheng had met since they met again. The first time I called Murong Ling, the phone rang for a long time before being picked up.

"Xiao Cheng? What's the matter?" The person on the other end of the phone was obviously awakened from sleep, and there was a hint of laziness in his slightly deep voice.

Qian Shucheng: "..."

It was the first time Qian Shucheng heard Murong Ling's magnetic and undefended voice, and he didn't react for a while, he just froze in a daze.

"Xiao Cheng? Is something wrong?"

A rustling sound came through the earpiece, followed by electronic sounds of 'didi'.

Qian Shucheng scolded himself, and Meng Yuzhao told him that Murong Ling was in Las Vegas, and there was a 16-hour time difference with them. It was around 7:3 p.m. there, and it was only [-]:[-] a.m. over there. What to call.

"are you sleeping?"

nonsense! Why don't you go to bed at 3:[-], night life?

"Well, wake up, what happened?"

Obviously, Murong Ling's comforting words did not have any effect, but made Qian Shucheng feel even more guilty.

Meng Youzhao compromised with his first cooperation proposal.He felt that he had nothing, no power, no power, no money, no one, and a leader of the Military Commission would not deceive him, who had nothing, but just let Murong Ling return to the country, so that he could know why his brother died. It's so tempting.Although he didn't know why it was just such a trivial matter, and he had to go to great lengths to find him to do it, if it was so difficult, why was he sure that he would be able to succeed?However, this also shows that his brother's death was really not caused by Murong Ling, so did he treat Murong Ling too badly?

Once people let go of their prejudices, those good things that have been neglected will come flooding in.

To him, Murong Ling is not only a savior, but also a half-parent, more like a brother next door.Although Murong Ling has a good relationship with his brother and loves him very much, but he can also feel that Qian Shuning doesn't like to have too much contact with Murong Ling. He can feel that Murong Ling can definitely feel it too.So in the past, he didn't meet Murong Ling very many times. Every time Murong Ling brought him some interesting things on a business trip, he often asked Qian Shuning to forward them.

"Brother." Qian Shucheng racked his brains and didn't think about how to bring this up, but it's always right to be soft first, "Are you abroad now?"

"En." Murong Ling's rare languidness disappeared in these few words, and it returned to the same calm and calm all year round.

"Come back for Chinese New Year?"

Murong Ling paused with the hand holding the coffee, almost spilling the scalding coffee, a rare look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"Brother?" Qian Shucheng waited for a while but did not hear an answer, feeling a little uneasy.

"Ok?"

Murong Ling straightened the cup in his hand, and took a small sip, trying to cover up his gaffe. After the coffee poured into his stomach, he realized that there was no one around him. How could he find out that he was unnatural just now?He laughed at himself, walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, put the cup on the tea table, leaned on the back of the sofa tiredly, pinched the bridge of his nose with the other hand.

"Brother, Chinese New Year is coming up in a few days, are you coming back?"

Qian Shucheng's voice was flattering and cautious, for fear of making people unhappy, Murong Ling really wanted to laugh, but such an abnormal appearance made Murong Ling frown again.

"Did something happen? If you are in a hurry, you should contact Chu Yunxi first, and I will rush back as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Qian Shucheng felt sour. Murong Ling had always been very kind to the two brothers. If Murong Ling hadn't brought them back, they would have died on the street long ago, not to mention giving them shelter later. He gave his brother a job and helped him arrange a school.The more Qian Shucheng thought about it, the more his nose became sour - why did he raise such a white-eyed wolf like himself.

Murong Ling waited for a long time but didn't get a reply, only heard the sound of getting more and more rapid breathing.Is it really difficult?That's right, if it wasn't a particularly difficult matter, I probably wouldn't call him either.Just as he was about to ask, he heard Qian Shucheng's muffled voice on the phone.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

All Murong Ling's words and considerations were scattered by this sudden apology, scattered and disappeared in this silent night of Wanjia.A person who once wished to tear you apart, a person who endured nausea and wanted to get close to you just to get some information, suddenly apologized, why?Or what happened?

"What happened?" Murong Ling suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

Qian Shucheng covered his red eyes with his arms, bit his lips and said, "Brother, I miss you."

The more Qian Shucheng behaved like this, the more Murong Ling felt that something was wrong. He would rather Qian Shucheng turn against him and fight with him, at least that was still within his control.But being so fragile and acting like a baby to him is too unfamiliar, even for Qian Shucheng.

Since Murong Ling stepped into the society, he has lived a life full of undercurrents, whether it is profit, or intrigue, or violence, or blood.Many people asked him for help, many people killed him, threatened many people, and many people begged for mercy, but after all these things, no one has ever acted like a baby with him, never before.He who can calmly negotiate with others when a gun is held against his head suddenly can’t open his mouth. He doesn’t know what words to use, what words to use to coax a child who seems to be asking him for candy, because in his pocket No sugar at all.

"elder brother."

"Hmm." Murong Ling touched the cigarette case from the table, lit a cigarette for himself with a 'click' sound, trying to dispel the strange emotions in his heart through the tobacco.

The sound of the lighter was particularly crisp in such a late night, and it clearly reached Qian Shucheng's ear on the other end of the phone.

"Are you smoking?"

Murong Ling seemed to respond, and made a sigh of 'hmm', as if after stripping off all the disguise, there was only such a helpless sound left.

Qian Shucheng almost laughed out loud, he suddenly felt that Murong Ling was so funny, the image of calmness and planning had been established in his heart for too long, and there were times when he was helpless. Thinking about it this way, it seemed that Murong Ling had always been quite indulgent towards him. , Thinking about it, Qian Shucheng couldn't laugh anymore.Yes, it's quite indulgent. If I don't indulge, will I make myself so foolish that time?I didn't pursue it afterwards, and didn't say anything.

Murong Ling rang again with a helpless voice: "Xiao Cheng."

Qian Shucheng: "Huh?"

Murong Ling: "Who... told you something?"

Qian Shucheng froze, and took off the arm covering his eyes, his eyes were so bright that he wanted to meet the person on the other end of the phone, but unfortunately all he saw was the ceiling.He thought for a while, then said, "My brother..."

"Who told you that?"

When Murong Ling heard the two words, he immediately interrupted, as if he didn't want to listen to the next words at all. To Murong Ling, this was already a particularly extreme reaction, and it completely confirmed the accuracy of the information Qian Shucheng knew.Qian Shucheng clenched his fists, his eyes contained anger, accusations, resentment and heartache, but through the phone, only the sound of his breathing getting heavier and heavier, no amount of emotion in his eyes could be conveyed across the sea The person on the opposite side who made him not know what to do.

And the only emotion Murong Ling could feel through the sound of breathing was anger, and perhaps some accusations in it.

Murong Ling crushed the cigarette butt in his hand, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Do you trust me or someone else?"

"I believe even more that the person who picked us up in the winter wouldn't kill us with his own hands!"

Qian Shucheng gritted his teeth when he said these words, he really couldn't figure it out, why should he scramble to admit this kind of thing?Is Murong Ling addicted to blame or has a tendency to be abused?If the other party really has a strong background and doesn't want to let him die in vain, he can say that he is not without a brain, and it is impossible to rush directly in front of that person with a gun and beat him up.

Murong Ling didn't have time to think about how much resentment Qian Shucheng had towards him. His eyes were stern, but his voice didn't reveal any emotion, and he said, "I see. I'll go back in a few days."

After finishing speaking, he was about to hang up the phone, Qian Shucheng hurriedly said: "Brother, let me know in advance if you come back."

After waiting for about a minute, Qian Shucheng thought that the other party had hung up the phone, and was about to bring it to his face for a look, when Murong Ling's voice sounded again, and he only said one word: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Qian Shucheng was in a surprisingly good mood. Originally, it was just a task to do, and then he sincerely hoped that person would come back for some reason, but no matter what the starting point was, at least the ending now is perfect.Humming a ditty, Qian Shucheng walked to the desk, picked up the desk calendar, and looked at it, counting the number of days until the New Year, and the number he could count with his fingers made him burst into laughter.So much so that when he went to the living room to get water to drink, Han Yue thought for a while that this guy was in spring.

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, that person was not so relaxed and happy.Murong Ling sat on the sofa without moving, but his mind was running fast. He drank the cold coffee in front of him, picked up his cell phone and dialed it.

The call was picked up by the other party not long after the call was made. The noisy voice made Murong Ling subconsciously take the phone away, "I'll go, aren't you going to sleep? It's only after 4 o'clock with you? I remember 3 You just called me an hour ago."

Murong Ling: "I want to ask you something. Find a quieter place. What are you doing? It's so noisy."

"Social occasions, what can I do." Chu Yunxi muttered back, and said after a while, "Okay, this place is okay, what is it that is so urgent that you can't take a good rest? What did the doctor say? Can you listen more, don't let the left ear go in and the right ear go out."

Murong Ling waited for Chu Yunxi to finish his babbling, and when there was no sound, he said, "It's over? It's time for me to say it."

The cold voice suppressed back what Chu Yunxi still wanted to complain about, and finally there were only 3 words left: "Oh, tell me."

"Who has been looking for Qian Shucheng recently?" Chu Yunxi was about to speak when Murong Ling added, "Except for Han Yue."

Chu Yunxi was silent for a few seconds before replying, "Meng's family."