miss the rest of my life

Chapter 297 Different
The man blatantly said his name, but found that Yu Xia didn't respond, and suddenly couldn't hold back, he took a step back and looked at Yu Xia with a strange look. Under normal circumstances, it shouldn't be a shock. His talent, but also shocked by his appearance!

Do not play cards according to the routine!
Seeing that the man opposite him didn't respond, Yu Xia frowned, snorted with a look of insanity, then turned sideways past the man and walked to the new location of the company.

man:"……"

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Cheng Chen was sitting on the sofa in the apartment, wearing loose casual clothes at home, holding a cup of tea in his hand, warming his hands while thinking thoughtfully.

"My people came back with news that there was a conflict within Laotianpu before, because Tiantuo had wavering thoughts in it, and seemed to want to slowly withdraw from those irregular transactions." Cheng Chen said.

Tan Chuyun frowned and thought about Cheng Chen's words: "Tian Tuo belongs to the middle force of Lao Tianpu, and it's just a dream for him to quit."

Cheng Chen looked at Tan Chuyun. Tan Chuyun looked at Cheng Chen with sincere eyes, but his eyes couldn't help but slipped to the top of his head. He looked at him several times, but he couldn't hold back his smile: "...Don't point your head at him. I, I can laugh."

Cheng Chen looked away calmly, raised the cup upright, and took a sip of the corn juice in the cup. This was squeezed by Yu Xialin with a juicer before going out, and it was put in a thermos, and asked him to drink a little from time to time. Don't listen to this man who asked him to do something is still posing here high above.

"Back to business." Cheng Chen said, "What do you have in mind?"

Tan Chuyun's slender legs were slightly crossed together, his back leaned on the soft chair and his lips curled up. He already had some eyebrows in his heart. He raised his eyebrows, motioned for the thermos in front of Cheng Chen, and said: " Why don't you give me a drink first?"

Cheng Chen finally turned his alms-giving gaze back, and looked at Tan Chuyun with eyes of appreciating neuropathy, two words protruded slightly from the corner of his mouth: "Dream, it was made by Yu Xia for me."

Seeing the failure of the plan, Tan Chuyun said: "Well, let's talk about business. Naturally, Tiantuo's helm doesn't want to get out of this dirty deal, but Tiantuo's second son is different."

"Oh?" Cheng Chen became interested, "How do you say it?"

Tan Chuyun said: "This time even Qin Shu failed to steal the documents, and the second son directly delivered them to the door. It seems that he is not on the same side as his father."

Cheng Chen was a little unbelievable, and retorted lightly: "Give you a little sweetness, so you will believe him?"

Tan Chuyun really thought a lot about this matter. People's trust is an unpredictable thing. Even if you have known each other for more than ten years, you still can't put all your chips on one person.

Cheng Chen finished drinking a glass of corn juice, touched his warm stomach, breathed out comfortably, bowed and put the glass on the table, and sneered again: "The idea of ​​this matter is not like your Tan behavior."

Hearing this, Tan Chuyun frowned again, thinking about when he began to tilt the balance towards the second young master. It's not hard to find him. He didn't have much contact with the second young master, and only Zhang Dingyao could shake him. That's when the desperate rescue of Qin Shu began.

Cheng Chen looked at Tan Chuyun's ideological struggle, and looked at the thermos on the table, and finally couldn't help the clamor in his heart. He bent down to take the thermos again, and poured half a cup into his small porcelain cup.

Before closing the thermos, Tan Chuyun came back from the memory, and saw Cheng Chen drinking that thing again, so he cheekily took a cup from the side, stretched it to Cheng Chen, and said, "Give me some. "

Cheng Chen glanced at him and refused, "No, I want to drink it when I go home and ask your family to cook it for you."

"I'll cook it for him when I get home, okay, but now he's like an ancestor, he's almost gone to heaven." Tan Chuyun said, "Give me an order, and learn to make it by myself when I go back."

After all, Cheng Chen still couldn't bear Tan Chuyun's torture, so he poured some charity for him.

Tan Chuyun looked at the cup and didn't know if there was even a milliliter of corn juice, so he couldn't help being dumbfounded: "Cheng Chen, what are you doing?"

Cheng Chen generously poured a little again, and said with a smile, "Okay, two mouthfuls are enough, and the taste is enough."

"Stingy!"

(End of this chapter)