phantom hand

A meal was a joy to eat, except for a little support.But at the end, there was a turning point. The reason was that Li Chuang competed with a child for the last super large conch, and the stalemate could not be resolved. The reasoning is very docile, and I thought it was a female doll if I didn't look carefully.Originally Brother Chuang wanted to promote his style and take a step back, but before he could even smile, the child poured a glass of ice water on his head.Brother Chuang can bear this?Straight to Iron Fist.After going back and forth, the two of them fell in love with each other.

When the groups of relatives and friends from both parties rushed over to separate the entangled children, they realized that they were acquaintances, so Longwangmiao and Dashui had no choice but to shake hands and make peace reluctantly.The two parties also gathered together and began to toast each other.

But this familiarity, there is a bit of a hypocrisy for socializing.A dozen or so people toasted each other and greeted each other. Occasionally, strangers exchanged business cards in accordance with the principle of "a friend of a friend is a friend of oneself".

Most of the tables were female companions, so at the moment the table was full of feminine fragrances.However, Li Chuang was a little uncertain about their attributes. If you want to talk about girlfriends, you will lose a little self-respect.The boy who just broke up with him was considered a special case, and now he quietly leaned against his man and persistently cast a mouse-eyed death light on himself.

Brother Chuang, who took advantage of the fight, was completely undisturbed, and calmly took out a box of Double Happiness from his bag, lighted it and held it gracefully with his fingers, and then began the cycle of sips of water, puffs of vegetables, puffs of vegetables, and puffs of cigarettes .

The boy was so angry that he wanted to attack the crime again, but he was beaten by Uncle Han.

"It's not enough for you!" Han Mukun extinguished the stolen cigarettes in the dish unhappily. "It's a good thing that human beings only have one mouth. If you want three, you have to eat flowers."

The cigarette had just been burned for a third of it, and now it was lying twisted and pitiful on the messy cup and plate.

Li Chuang was caught off guard. He had just seen Han Mukun making love to someone 800 meters away. Okay, now he is not so fast on Hot Wheels.

"Who gave it to you?" Han Mukun asked.

Li Chuang read the five characters "I'm angry" on that mature handsome face, swallowed, and blinked innocently from male No. 11 to male No. [-], regardless of whether he was drinking, smoking and punching Chatting or flirting with my own Xiaomi, wherever I go, my eyes linger slightly, as if I can't speak, as if I want to speak.

Finally, his gaze returned to Han Mukun. Brother Chuang tilted his head in confusion, and said in a tone of bewilderment, "I don't remember. In fact, he is also polite, so I just took it..."

Han Mukun frowned, feeling that something was weird, but he was greeted by someone over there, so he had to temporarily put down Anne and walk over to fight outside.Li Chuang muttered to the man's background with his lips for a while, and finally he felt comfortable. He wanted to take a glass to drink water, but found someone looking at him.

Raising his head, Li Chuang met the opponent's eyes.

It was the man who was the boy who had just fought with him. Although his tongue was twisted, this was the result shown by the position.The boy might have gone to get something, so only the man was left leaning there halfway, looking at him with leisure.

The man is thin, but he doesn't look thin, his eye sockets are a bit deep, his aquiline nose is tall and straight, and his three-dimensional features are originally heroic, but his face is unhealthy pale, which makes him less vigorous and more gloomy.

Li Chuang didn't like the look in the other person's eyes very much, which made him inexplicably recall the feeling of being entangled when he took a photo with the python in the zoo, cold and sticky.He tried his best to remember the name of this person. Han Mukun had introduced him before, and he seemed to be quite a person of status, but unfortunately he racked his brains to no avail.

The corner of the man's mouth slowly curled up, his eyes seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to have any. At the same time, he handed over a box of premium pandas, and two cigarettes leaned out slightly, a wordless invitation.

Li Chuang understood in an instant that this person had been watching the show all the time, and now that the show is over, he probably had more to say, so he teased himself again, and twitched the corners of his mouth angrily: "Don't mind, keep the good cigarettes for yourself. I can’t afford it.” After speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Han Mukun, and then contemptuously despised himself in his heart, and was extremely busy.

Ling Fei had a panoramic view of all this, and this time he was really happy. He had noticed this little guy since Li Chuang was wrestling with his partner, and the more he observed, the more interesting he found it.

"How long have you been with Lao Han?" Ling Fei lit a cigarette for himself and took a light breath.

Li Chuang was a little unhappy, why everyone was calling old Han Lao Han, the man has 41 flowers, that guy is still in bud, okay: "Less than two years."

"I haven't seen you before." Ling Fei said again.

Li Chuang didn't understand that there was something good to say about this fact: "Well, I haven't seen you either."

Ling Fei smiled: "How about studying?"

Li Chuang frowned, he didn't want to say more, so he simply nodded.

Ling Fei looked at him quietly for a while before asking, "What's your name?"

Damn, come check my household registration: "Then what's your name?"

"Lingfei."

"Do you want to do evil?"

"Fly with wings spread."

"..."

Li Chuang rolled his eyes in his heart, slandering that there was nothing wrong with these four words.

For Han Mukun's friends, Li Chuang is trying to save face, he should be polite and friendly, but for friends who don't know if they are friends, especially those who seem to be a bit of a "serious or stealing" guy, His meager patience was not enough.

Ling Fei took a puff of smoke and reminded gently: "Name."

Li Chuang fanned the smoke away angrily, and then reluctantly said: "Li...cough, Zhao Qingyu." Well, the cottagers really have to be careful all the time.

Ling Fei found a pen and paper out of nowhere, and pushed it to Li Chuang: "Write those words for me."

Li Chuang was a little dizzy looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that turned out to be out of nowhere: "Your main business is household registration check and side business is magic?"

Ling Fei really laughed this time, but his eyes are like crescent moons when he smiles, and this master's is like a sickle, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a cold light, which makes Li Chuang feel very troubled.

"Here." Li Chuang handed over the written name, "Come on, there's nothing else to do."

Ling Fei quietly looked at Brother Chuang's handwriting for a while, then raised his head and glanced over faintly: "Look, it doesn't look like a fake name."

"Nonsense," Li Chuang ignited a strong desire to protect property rights, "Parents took so much effort to create it, so elegant and connotative!" He didn't know how rare the name Zhao Qingyu was. There is a lot more depth.

After Li Chuang finished speaking, Ling Fei calmed down and finished the sentence: "It's just words, I need to practice more."

"Old Han—" Li Chuang's voice could be heard halfway across the restaurant.

Han Mukun, who was chatting and laughing happily with others, was startled, and almost walked back in two steps: "What's wrong?"

Li Chuang pointed at Ling Fei: "Your friend misses you, hurry up and chat with someone, don't fly around like a butterfly."

After speaking, Li Chuang got up cleanly, took an empty plate and continued to the dessert area.If he continued to chat with that evildoer, he would probably go berserk, so in order to take the overall situation into consideration, he decided to walk away gently without taking a cloud with him when his reason was still able to maintain social stability and unity.

Han Mukun stood upright on the spot with a dazed expression on his face.

Ling Fei tilted his head and looked at him with a half-smile.

Han Mukun is not familiar with Ling Fei, but there is no one in the business circle who doesn't know Ling Shao. This person doesn't do much business, but they are all the most profitable industries with huge profits, and he can go wherever he can smell money. Drill, you still have nothing to do with him. Who will let his backstage be tough? It is said that his father was also number one in the capital. Now that he has retired, the relationship is still there. That's why everyone calls it the boss or the boss. But there are few people.

Although Han Mukun felt that Li Chuang's sentence "Your friend misses you" was like a saturated sponge, but everyone came over, so naturally he couldn't just walk away, so he sat down face to face, and smiled politely at Lingfei: "My little friend, don't you?" Sensible, love to make trouble."

Ling Fei didn't answer, but tapped his index finger on the table thoughtfully, one click, one click, the rhythm was regular.

Han Mukun was not in a hurry, and calmly waited for the next sentence.

Finally, Ling Fei spoke again: "It's quite edible."

Han Mukun almost spit out his wine, and after a while, he came up with a more reliable explanation for the mountains of shrimp shells, conch shells, oyster shells, crab shells, bones, sticks, cakes, tinfoil, and countless food wreckage that could no longer distinguish the primordial spirit on the table: " Just kidding, the kid is growing up."

On the surface, Ling Fei remained calm, but countless black threads had formed in his heart, and he unconsciously began to suspect that the little guy not far away who was happily digging Haagen-Dazs into the plate was actually the illegitimate child of the person in front of him.

When Li Chuang came back, Ling Fei was gone, and there was no one to be seen, so he asked Han Mukun strangely: "Where's that guy?"

Han Mukun was very hurt by being ignored: "Go out to breathe, now I am the only guy left, do you have anything to publish? My little ancestor."

Li Chuang laughed, and the cloudy weather turned sunny: "My ancestor is very happy, can I order ice cream for you?"

Han Mukun collapsed, gritted his teeth and stretched out his finger to poke Li Chuang's stomach vigorously: "Is this a human stomach? Huh?"

"Hey, take it easy!" Li Chuang quickly backed away, escaping from the sadistic circle, "It's rippling, don't poke it out for me again!"

"..." Han Mukun was killed in battle.

Li Chuang fiddled with the corpse carefully: "Don't lie down and sleep here, be careful not to catch a cold."

"..." Han Mukun was dead.

The gentlemanly man came back to pick up the clothes on the chair, and said funnyly when he saw this: "I said, what are you two playing?"

Han Mukun struggled to get up and held each other's hands tightly: "Old Zhang, let's go to the temple to repay the gods this weekend!"

Old Zhang Le looked at Li Chuang: "Why did you torture him again?"

Brother Chuang tilted his head and blinked innocently.

The man smiled and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he patted Han Mukun on the shoulder and said helplessly, "Hurry up, Young Master Ling is going to the capital to drink at the second stall."

"Fuck, still drink." The boss Han Mukun got up unwillingly, his eyebrows wrinkled like caterpillars fighting.

"Didn't you see that he just had a drink?" Lao Zhang sighed, "We're just waiting for this."

"Damn it, a bunch of drunks." Han Mukun stood up cursingly and rubbed Li Chuang's head, "If you don't know the way, go find a hotel nearby, and I'll take you back to school later."

Just as Li Chuang was about to say, "I don't know the way, I don't know how to ask", when Lao Zhang said first, "Young Master Ling, let everyone go."