"What do you think?" Gu Huiyin looked at him shyly, with the look of a little daughter in her eyes.

Before they could finish their discussion, Song Shaojun walked in. He apologized and said, "I have something to do and I have to leave first. I have been on a business trip in the capital during this time. If you need anything, my aunt can come to me."

"Okay, slow down, I won't send you off," Song Lin said.

"Well, Auntie, stay."

Song Shaojun went out.

Song Shaojun drank some wine in the evening and was not drunk, but there was a bit of heat surging in his body. This scalding heat burned his abdominal cavity bit by bit.

The wind was very cool at night in autumn, so Song Shaojun stood in the wind blowing for a while and felt better.

He did not leave immediately, but went to the outdoor parking lot and got into his Ferrari.

Outside the glass window, the night is dazzling, the lights are bright, and the streets are lively.

Song Shaojun took out a business card from the collar pocket of his clothes and looked at the words on the business card with his cold and sharp eyes.

This is the business card he and Mo Xiu just exchanged.

Countless clips flashed through my mind, like frame after frame of a movie revolving door, and I couldn't stop.

The drunkenness came over him, and Song Shaojun's head ached. He closed his eyes and leaned on his seat.

About a quarter of an hour later, Song Shaojun drove away in a sports car.

The car drove to a remote wild area east of the capital.

The car stopped, he opened the window, and the "hurrah" autumn wind came in and slapped his face, giving him a chill.

Song Shaojun's usually gentle and gentle face became a bit more solemn and sharp, his jaw line was tight and his eyes were endlessly deep.

He lit a cigarette, let go of the steering wheel, and freed his hand to dial the number on the business card.

It rang for a few seconds and then the other end picked up.

"Mr. Mo, I'm Song Shaojun, I just met."

Shen paused for a while and said, "Mr. Song."

"Mr. Mo, I'm waiting for you in the open space here in the Wanhe project in the eastern suburbs of Beijing."

After saying that, Song Shaojun hung up the phone directly.

If the truth is what he thought, then he is sure that Mo Xiu will come.

The past events were intertwined in his mind bit by bit, and the position of his heart felt vaguely like being beaten by a drumstick. Song Shaojun smoked a cigarette, and the smoke drifted away in the wind.

This is a wilderness, the moonlight is clear, and no one can be seen in all directions.

Song Shaojun's Ferrari parked in the open space is particularly eye-catching.

He smoked silently.

He is not a big smoker, but he smoked nearly a pack of cigarettes tonight.

The clear moonlight shines on the glass window, and also reflects the luster in Song Shaojun's eyes.

When I smoked my fourth cigarette, Mo Xiu came.

It was Mo Xiu's driver who sent him here. As soon as the car stopped, the door opened and Mo Xiu got out of the car.

Song Shaojun immediately put out his cigarette butt and got out of the driver's seat.

Mo Xiu waved to the driver to drive back. He and Song Shaojun were the only two people left here.

The wind blew on both of them.

Song Shaojun leaned on his Ferrari, with his hands in his trousers pockets, and silently looked at Mo Xiu, who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of him.

In the past few years, Song Shaojun has been to the capital a handful of times, sometimes to visit his grandfather, sometimes to discuss business.

For him, the capital city is not considered his hometown.

His half-brother was not particularly familiar to him either.

Under the mask, the corners of Mo Xiu's lips raised a thin arc. He remained silent and rested his hands quietly on the armrests.
Chapter completed!