Where to send the rest of your life

There are many lovers in the world, but there are more than one or two who are difficult to appease.

After asking him to take the scarf away, Xue Wenxi stayed for a while, as if he really relieved a lot.

That scarf was the only thing Jin Zhuqiu gave him.Jin Liangqiu gave him a lot, including his body, but Xue Wenxi knew that those big and small cares and favors were actually all out of mind.Only that scarf gave Xue Wenxi the only time to really have the illusion of being loved.

Jin Liangqiu is a man, although he often pretends to be a woman, he is a bit gentler, but after removing his makeup, his face is still somewhat angular, not feminine.Even when Xue Wenxi was beaten to death, he never thought that he would knit a scarf for himself in his lifetime.

He had imagined Jin Zhuqiu knitting a scarf with his head bowed countless times in his mind, and every time he felt the tranquility as if time had stopped, and only the soft sound of needlework echoed in his ears.

Whenever he thought of this, he would think that Jin Zhuqiu had really wavered for himself.

But it's just self-indulgence.

Before long, that scarf should be lying somewhere in the city, mixed with countless filthy garbage, or picked up and worn by an unrelated homeless person.No one except him knows the origin of this scarf, and no one will cherish it.

Just like the dead person, he no longer feels cherished.

It's not that my heart aches.He just had to let go.

He knew that he could finally put an end to his angry behavior - including his obsession with Jin Yunhe.

He didn't even realize how childish such years of angry behavior was, and he never thought that his behavior would cause harm to Xue Tanpei.

In vain gave birth to a lot of heartache.

It's only now that I feel owed, isn't it too late?He was always late, always late, late in loving Jin Liangqiu, late in apologizing to his wife, and even late in caring for his son.

The only thing he can grasp now is the little actor beside him.It won't be too late this time.

Xue Wenxi sighed and put his hands on his forehead, feeling powerless.He couldn't even think about the source of this powerlessness, because he knew that he must be helpless.

Fu looked down at the desk again, and found that there were quite a lot of affairs accumulated in the past few days, and various documents were piled up higher than a mountain.

After sorting out his mood, Xue Wenxi hurriedly went to work.

Opening the top one first, Xue Wenxi felt a sudden jump in his head as soon as he glanced at it, as if there was an animal scratching inside and trying to escape.

Northeast King was killed on the train?

This is simply bad news.

Could it be that the situation has deteriorated beyond his imagination?Xue Wenxi frowned.

He knew that the Japanese had assassinated the King of the Northeast in broad daylight, but they did it again so blatantly, and they succeeded. This news shocked him and made him deeply disturbed.He has lived in the British Concession all year round and has always disliked the British. However, compared with the Japanese, Xue Wenxi thinks that the British are simply kind-hearted.

Although Japan has only made a small fuss and has not made any major moves, and Japan has not made any response to this incident, he always believes that this incident must have been done by the Japanese, and major actions are still to come.

Will Shanghai be safe?Or will it be safe forever?

He almost immediately gave a negative answer.

click.

In order to calm himself down as soon as possible, Xue Wenxi silently lit a cigar.

He doesn't like cigars, and he doesn't usually smoke them. However, because he really doesn't have any requirements for cigarettes, he sometimes prefers cheap ones—they are more choking. don't want anything.

Or sometimes he just rolls cigarette papers by himself. He is not a hypocritical person, and he really can't live without cigarettes.

Xue Wenxi licked his lips, half of his head was lost in a trance, and he began to concentrate on worrying. He accidentally got stuck in the office smoking all day, and the whole corridor was full of smoke.During the period, he leaned on the chair and read some documents, and also sent someone to inquire about the movements of various parties. He roughly estimated that the Japanese would come to him in a short time.

But at this moment, everyone was unexpectedly inexplicably stable, and no one started to move.After thinking about it carefully, he decided that the others must have made plans first, so he also drew up a plan in his heart, and if he couldn't stay in Shanghai, he would leave immediately.You can't take everyone away, but your son and Jin Yunhe must be taken, and the rest can only be left to fate.

As long as he can successfully escape from the mainland, then he can take the money and go to take care of himself--Didn't that brat Jin Yunhe claim to support himself, well, he will pay--let him take care of him!

As for the people under him, like Geng Senping, let him do what he wants to do, even if he can give him the police chief. Xue Wenxi thinks he knows him better and believes that he is not a villain, so he is more at ease. of.

Turning his head and looking out the window, the sky has begun to darken, and it should be time for dinner at home.He is now working on becoming lovable in the eyes of his family, so he hastily packed his things and left.

He walked forward, and Geng Senping stepped back into the office, his face was not very moved, but he was in a good mood, and he even whistled softly.There was a secretary downstairs. When Geng Senping walked up, he was concentrating on typing with his head down. After hearing the whistle, he ran upstairs to cast an unbelievable look at Geng Senping.Geng Senping didn't realize that he was thinking about the phone call Fu Xiaoyu had returned - he actually agreed to meet at a Japanese restaurant tonight.

He really didn't understand how Fu Xiaoyu still liked Japanese food, it was so unpalatable, half-baked.

But what did he care - he didn't go there for the food!

So he briskly walked into Xue Wenxi's office and wanted to briefly report on his work, but Xue Wenxi was not there, and the phone rang, so he had to answer it.

"Mr. Tanaka?" Geng Senping raised his eyebrows in surprise, "The director just happened to be out on something, yes, oh no, sorry, I really don't know the private phone number of the director's house, you have to call another day Here we come. Yes, good."

He responded politely, and wanted to end the conversation quickly, but the seemingly casual sentence on the phone by Kojiro Tanaka made his hair stand on end.

"Your persistence in your relationship is admirable. I very much hope that you will be together. This can be guaranteed. This makes me more confident in our cooperation. In addition, please don't forget about the dinner tonight. We I will definitely cooperate happily and go deeper. Goodbye."

Goodbye.

Geng Senping almost hung up the phone with trembling hands. Although he is not a bright-minded person, he is not stupid either.Fu Xiaoyu understood immediately what was behind Fu Xiaoyu's straightforward promise, and what Tanaka Kojiro wanted, he understood beyond comprehension. Now there is only one problem—himself.

He knew that Xue Wenxi was good enough for him, but after a painful psychological struggle, he left the police station solemnly almost as if he was going to die.

Put on your hat and leave quietly in the night.

He still went.

In the face of all the undisguised truths, he still went——

Where did he go? It was a dinner, it was simply a disaster.