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Chapter 89 The Reunion of the Rising East and the Falling West

Song Yanqing leaned to the side, smiled coldly, and looked at the picture on the TV.

"Who is crazy?" He held a cigarette in one hand. He was a little lazy. It was hard to imagine that he would appear in such a place. He chewed the cigarette vaguely. "This game is not bad."

"Not bad, trash." Wu Shaoyang put the tip of his tongue against his back molar. He was addicted to cigarettes and had to smoke in front of him. He stretched out his hand: "Give me one."

"It's gone." Song Yanqing was unusually calm.

Wu Shaoyang really wanted to strangle him.

"Anyway, it's a game you designed yourself, don't say that." Song Yanqing looked for accessories from the shelf, and pulled out two security monitoring parts, "Take it away, and transfer the money to your account."

"Just to get this all morning? That female classmate of yours is quite proud."

Song Yanqing didn't speak, and walked outside.

Wu Shaoyang said to himself: "I really don't understand, why are you targeting a loser like me? I can't even remember how long I haven't touched code, so why waste time."

Song Yanqing paused, turned around, and said in the dark: "No one will watch his hard work go to waste and do nothing. If he is a coward, then just pretend that I didn't say anything."

The monitoring parts were thrown high from his hand and then caught firmly, with such convincing force that one's heart beats up and down.

The TV series was broadcasting an introduction to the game Jianghuyou. Wu Shaoyang knew what he was talking about without even having to listen. He was familiar with it and hated it deeply.

It's getting more and more rubbish.

Wu Shaoyang leaned on the sofa, staring coldly at the triumphant face of the technical director on the TV, filled the bottle with beer, dripped down his chin, wet the neckline of his white vest, and ran down the bronze skin, the tattoos were violent along with the muscle lines Undulating, decadent and wild.

"Director Chen, did you and the technical team complete this game independently?"

"Correct."

There was fire in his eyes.

The sudden ringing of the cell phone was like a trickle, quickly extinguishing the fire and turning it into ashes. Then it was revived by the spring breeze, and the remaining warmth was still shockingly hot.

"My dear, what's the matter?" Wu Shaoyang answered the phone, his voice was very low, and there was a gentle texture under the roughness, "Are you short of money? Dad will put the money on your card right now."

"No, I miss Dad." The little boy's voice was childish and sweet, "Dad, when will you and Mom come back to pick me up?"

His hair was too long and shredded, covering his eyes. The wind blew up and covered his frozen smile, and there was a layer of sweat on the back of his neck...

"Hello." A little girl came in and asked, with an oval face and a very fair face, "Excuse me, is a brother surnamed Song there? I saw him enter the door just now, and grandma asked me to bring some fruit over."

Wu Shaoyang raised his head.

Gu Yuewen's heart skipped a beat.

This person... is so fierce.

Why so sad.

The golden crow in the sky rises from the horizon to the highest point, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are shaking, rushing towards a reunion that rises in the east and sets in the west.

There are white clouds floating in the sky, like the smiling faces of dolls on a sunny day.

"Boom, boom."

When the knock on the door rang.

Cheng Xuran was washing clothes in the bathroom, his hands covered with warm white soft foam.

The sound of the faucet, the sound of bubbles colliding, and the sound of clothes being rubbed together formed a wonderful collision song of water vapor and transpiration.

Hearing a certain sound, she made a move and hurriedly tightened the faucet. The sound of water disappeared, and the knocking on the door became clearer.

It's him?

It's him.

Cheng Xuran hurriedly washed the greasy foam off his hands, waved his hands and prepared to open the door.

(End of this chapter)