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"As you said, the five families have extended their hand to me for

n times, OK. You don't know who's responsible for all the accidents that happen to people around me, do you? " Shen Lang said in a meaningful way.

But Tang Qiuren frowned and shook his head. "Although the wind and waves around you have never stopped. But the waves are heavy. I'm not stupid. I have lived in the Tang family for more than ten years, and I don't know what kind of means they will play if they want to die. But so far, they are always roundabout to you. But I haven't met you face to face so far. Shen Lang, how dare you say you have no doubt? Do you dare to say that you don't understand me at all? "

Tang Qiuren's words. It's a strong accusation.

But Shen Lang was not angry at all. He calmly picked up pieces of cold dishes and put them in his mouth, as if he had never heard Tang Qiuren's question.

"The waves. Don't think you don't talk. We can make a fool of it. You have to return it sooner or later. " Tang Qiuren's last words were very difficult. Shen Lang was about to speak, but the waiter came up with a large pot of roast fish.

"It's such a big road. Do you have five Jin Shen Lang asked.

"Three and a half catties." The waiter glanced at him and said impolitely.

Shen Lang gave a smack of his mouth. Looking back, I saw Tang Qiuren looking at him angrily. "What are you looking at? I don't eat the fish when they come up. " Then he used chopsticks to fiddle with the leaves on the roast fish.

However, Tang Qiuren suddenly held out a pair of chopsticks and said that Shen Lang's chopsticks were pushed away. "The waves. You haven't answered my question

It seems that today's Tang Qiuren is consumed with him.

Shen Lang looked at him speechless. "Shen Lang thinks about mufeiyu's promise to come to Jiangling. He thinks that Tang zirou may be the supervisor. After all, when he has been back in Jiangling for so long, mu Linhao's building has sprung up, but he still has no news. Must mufeiyu be worried?

However, there was another point that puzzled him. Why didn't Tang zirou call and write a letter?

Take out the mobile phone, Shen Lang dials the number that hasn't been dialled again for a long time.

Ring less than three times, the phone was quickly connected to the other side.

"I have no conscience. Do you know how to call me?"