best day

Dewey is not a top-notch person in any way, but he has long been used to going with the situation, and has never been afraid of facing any situation.

But at this moment, the emaciated person in the car was too timid to take half a step.

Although he couldn't take a step, he couldn't bear to look away.

This complex feeling can only be described as pain.

In the end, Zheng Luolai put down the lighter, opened the car door and walked over.

During the not-so-short period of separation, many things happened, and there were many things to say, but Dewey seemed to be short-circuited, and said, "Why are you here?"

Zheng Luolai is much thinner than before, but the voice is exactly the same as in memory: "I heard that you are here, come to see you, long time no see."

haven't seen you for a long time.haven't seen you for a long time.How easy it is to say.Who chose not to see?

Dewey's stomach cramped so badly that he whispered coldly: "Can you go, my family is here, I don't want to embarrass them."

Zheng Luolai's eyes were complicated, but his expression was indifferent: "I'll wait for you nearby, remember to come out in the middle of the night."

After speaking, he quickly got into the car, stepped on the accelerator and disappeared.

Dewey's aunt approached and asked, "What's the matter, your friend?"

Ermeng froze, shook her head, said nothing, and walked into the house along the yard in an embarrassing manner.

He really couldn't figure out what Zheng Luolai meant.

But this feeling of being forever chosen and controlled by others is really bad.

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If it was the former Dewey, he would eventually have to obey Zheng Luolai's words and run out in the middle of the night to hear the result of his trial.

But time is too powerful, even such a stupid person will become worse than before.

It was very cold in New York in the deep winter. Zheng Luolai sat in the driver's seat almost all night, smoking more than half a pack of cigarettes, his eye circles were red from the heat, and the more uncomfortable he felt, the more he wanted to smile bitterly.

He was almost holding on to speak so freely.

If this person wasn't the silly Dewey, Zheng Luolai wouldn't dare at all.

How could you dare to be so arrogant after hurting the other party so deeply?

Looking at the bright sky in the distance, Zheng Luolai felt relieved: at least now Dewey has his own ideas and ideas, so even if he is alone, he can definitely live a good life.

Thinking like this, he bent his mouth helplessly and started the car again.

Who knew that before leaving this quiet neighborhood, a familiar figure unexpectedly appeared in the morning light.

Dewey seemed to have just gotten up, and covered his face with a big scarf, only showing his eyes.

He came to the front of the car, knocked on the window, waited for Zheng Luolai to lower the window, and said sullenly: "No matter what you want to do, please don't show up again."

Zheng Luolai was silent.

Dewey added: "I don't think mine needs you anymore."

The air seemed to become even colder at this second.

Zheng Luolai's hand holding the steering wheel seemed to be even harder. After a while, he bent his eyes as if he was relieved: "Is there someone else? Do you think I'm bothering you?"

Dewey frowned, his eyes full of pain: "Don't you fucking talk so badly?"

Zheng Luolai lit the second cigarette again, lit it up, puffed a few times, and then said: "What's wrong, you still can't forget me? You don't want to talk to me, and you plan to live your life by yourself?"

"What relationship do I have with you? Why do I need to tell you about these things?" Dewey pulled down his scarf and said with a half-smile, "Aren't you cold? Don't wear so little all the time."

After finishing speaking, he actually took the scarf and reached into the car window, wrapped it around Zheng Luolai's neck indiscriminately, and then sighed: "I don't want to turn my face against anyone, but I don't think there is any need for us to contact. Let me go, if you have something to say, you should admit it early... Actually, I really can't afford to play with you."

Then he turned and left silently.

"Give me a few more years, can you afford to wait?" Zheng Luolai suddenly said without thinking.

Dewey stopped in a daze, and his tone became a little angry: "Wait...what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Zheng Luolai, let me tell you, if the two of you want to live a good life, you have to face everything together, otherwise there is no need to get together." He added, turning around and throwing down a sentence: "I am a Man, not your mother a canary."

Zheng Luolai sat in the car with a dead face, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.

He is like a tree that has just been planted in the ground. The branches and leaves are not yet lush, and the trunk is not yet strong.

But the tree began to grow, and the flowers withered without knowing it.

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Now that he has changed from a rich second generation who doesn't have to do anything to an entrepreneurial young man who has to work hard in everything, the company doesn't care whether Zheng Luolai has stayed up all night or needs to rest, he is needed at any time to deal with big and small problems. small things.

It was a particularly hard day at work. After drinking two cups of bitter coffee, my mind was still groggy.

Zheng Luolai sat at the desk with his forehead propped up and kept forcing himself to read the densely packed reports until the door of the office was pushed open without warning.

The one who came was Chen Lu who was still in high spirits.

The secretary stood behind and bowed apologetically.

Zheng Luolai also knew that His Royal Highness would always go his own way wherever he went, so he waved his hand to signal him to close the door, and then asked, "Long time no see, what can I do?"

Chen Lu's eyebrows and eyes became more handsome and mature, and he smiled slightly, looking very good-looking: "I went to see Dewey yesterday? How is the situation?"

He naturally acted as if the two were still drinking and playing together yesterday, but in fact, they hadn't seen each other for more than two years.

Zheng Luolai hummed: "It's nothing, just like that."

Chen Lu sat on the sofa next to him and said, "Seize the opportunity, he should leave after Christmas. How many more years do you want to not contact each other? There are only a few years in life."

"I'm not in the mood to do this, I'm very busy with work." Zheng Luolai looked at his documents again.

"You don't have to be busy, who are you busy for?" Chen Lu asked back.

Zheng Luolai ignored him.

Chen Lu folded his hands and glanced at this older young man with a complicated heart, and said, "Why did you become so stupid? There is more than one solution to a problem. Dewey's brother is already married, and the family has relaxed a little. Why do you bother?" Continue to fight against the whole world?"

Zheng Luolai frowned: "You don't mind my business."

"Is it because of your illness? Isn't it better?" Chen Lu looked at him bluntly.

Zheng Luolai was slightly startled: "You know?"

A trace of uneasiness flashed across his expression, which made Chen Lu laugh immediately: "I can know if I want to know, don't worry, I didn't tell Dewey, because I think it's good to let him give up."

His Royal Highness leaned there lazily and took out his mobile phone to look at it: "Who knows, this fool is really obsessed with no regrets."