Chapter 446： prison

Chapter 446 Drawing the Dungeon as a Prison

Mo Shao Shen shook his head slowly, "You guys eat, I'll go up and have a rest."

Hearing that his son wanted to rest, Lu Yilan did not dare to persuade him any more, and watched his son go upstairs.

Xu Xing followed behind Mo Shaoshen, and halfway through, he heard the man's low voice: "You stay below to eat, take a rest after eating, and come up and call me in an hour."

Xu Xing understood that he couldn't sleep tonight, but he said yes without any hesitation.

Lying on the bed, closed his eyes, Mo Shao Shen's mind was full of girls' faces, cold, sly, angry, smiling, and intoxicated.

He remembered that the first time he saw her, she was sitting next to him, and he handed her a handkerchief to wipe the blood stains on the back of her hand.

Even he didn't understand, it was so dark in the carriage, but he could see her frown and smile very clearly, as if seeing her eyes had light.

It wasn't until many years later that he understood:

Some people, once they meet, they will see for ten thousand years;

Some heartbeat, once it starts, it will be hard to stop;

There are some feelings, once you are attached, the sea and the stone will be rotten;

There is some fate, once intertwined, it is doomed.

And she is his robbery and his prison.

From the moment he met her, he was willing to draw the dungeon as a prison, just to be imprisoned with her for the rest of his life.

【Sorry, I was wrong, can you come back? I miss you. 】

Looking at the WeChat messages that were sinking into the sea, Mo Shaochen forced himself to close his eyes, he couldn't fall down until she came back.

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"Old Qian, it will be cold if you don't eat takeout. What are you doing?"

Zhang Yu raised his head from the fast food box, chewing the food in his mouth, while urging in a loud voice.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, he took out a new pack of cigarettes from the drawer and opened the plastic packaging. Zhang Yu threw his chopsticks and stepped over a few steps to grab the other party's half-opened cigarettes and threw them into the trash can.

"You haven't eaten a bite for the past two days, smoked four or five packs of cigarettes, and committed chronic suicide?"

Qian Feng glanced at the white filter cigarette holder that was wet with the food residue in the trash can, smacking his mouth, looking disappointed.

This is the last pack of cigarettes in the house.

"Do you know how difficult it is to buy these cigarettes, I managed to grab one from the purchasing agent, a pack of cigarettes for 1000 yuan, you prodigal son!"

Facing Qian Feng's rebuke, Zhang Yu gently pushed down the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I eat the most expensive takeaway fast food, three meals a day cost less than 200 yuan, you smoke two packs of cigarettes a day. It's two thousand, who is the loser?"

Qian Feng was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he snorted angrily: "I make money and spend it myself, and if I lose, I lose myself. Why are you **** being so lenient?"

Zhang Yu was too lazy to talk about it, put the cold takeaway in the microwave to warm it up, and brought it to Qian Feng angrily.

"In a legal sense, I'm your only relative. If you have a three-and-done decision, all your property is mine. Rounding it up is not my money?"

made Qian Feng's face crooked with anger.

The takeaway is the famous roast duck of Didu. The smell of hot meat penetrates into his nose. Qian Feng moved his throat and started eating after dismantling the disposable chopsticks.

Zhang Yu saw that, slightly relieved, and sat back on the coffee table to continue eating the unfinished meal.

filled his stomach, and Qian Feng also made up his mind.

"I'm going to country M."

Zhang Yu used to play a chicken to digest food after eating. He suddenly heard Gan Lao Tzu's words, his hand shook, the bullet missed, and he was harvested by his opponent.

He dropped the mouse, got off the chair and turned to the right, looking at Qian Feng in astonishment.

"What are you freaking out about? What are you doing in country M? Do you have a passport?"

Qian Feng glanced at his godson contemptuously, "When Lao Tzu was in trouble in Country M, you were still an egg."

Some people, once they meet them, will look at them for ten thousand years;

Some heartbeats, once started, it will be hard to stop;

There are some feelings, once nostalgic, the sea will wither;

Some fates, once intertwined, are doomed.

——from Baidu