Song Lian turned around and asked Tong en, "do you live here?"
This is the house Tong en rented before. The environment is not very good. The location is close to the downtown. The noise is noisy and there are many migrant workers. It is not suitable for girls to live in.
Tong en says "um" as if nothing happened. After opening the door, he carefully gets out of the car and stops Song Lian's attempt to hold her.
"Those that can't be bought have stopped production." His eyes gradually become deep, as if in memory.
Han Cheng asked again, "ah? What medicine? I'll buy it for you. There should be a drugstore downstairs. "
"Already dependent on a drug."
Wan Jingting didn't pay attention to tezhu's doubts. What he said was even more confusing.
No use? Han Cheng didn't understand what he meant.
"What?"
He had no expression on his face, then closed his eyes and said, "it's no use."
"Medicine for headache." This question is a bit confusing.
"What medicine?" He asked.
The man suddenly turned his face to the past, and his deep eyes were staring at the tall buildings outside the window. Looking out of the tall buildings with dozens of floors, the blue sky and white clouds were so few that they were blocked by the row upon row of buildings. After a long time, they were suffocating.
Han Cheng is puzzled, embarrassed ground smile: "help you buy some medicine?"
Without concealing, he answered Han Cheng's question directly. However, this man was still worried for one second, and nothing happened for the next second, with a "headache" saying so lightly.
"I have a headache."
He gave a low and dumb smile, and then fell back lazily to Han Cheng's eyes. He could not smile on his back casually.
"Yes."
The man took down his hand and put it on the table. He opened his thin lips and said, "do I have one?"
Han Cheng is with him every day and knows his emotions to a certain extent. In recent days, Wan Jingting doesn't have many smiles on his face. In addition, his work and schedule have changed. It's a bit strange.
Han Cheng stood on one side holding the document and asked, "Mr. Wan, are you uncomfortable?"
It's very quiet around. Silence is like being pressed the pause button. Wan Jingting looks up at Han Cheng: "why don't you continue?"
After the man answers the phone, he throws his mobile phone aside and rubs his temples with his fingers on the table from time to time.
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Wan Jingting said "I know" and hung up.
Until the door closed, song Liancai took out his mobile phone and dialed Wan Jingting: "Sir, as you expected, my wife insisted on leaving. Now she's back in an old room."
After putting away the note, Tong en slowly holds the wall and goes to the door of the rental house. After pressing a few numbers, he goes in.
Tong en did not refuse, nodded at him with a smile, "OK, I'll go in first, you drive safely."
Tong en saw him take out a pen and a small note from the inner pocket of his suit, quickly sign a few lines and give them to her: "my number."
Song Lian stood in front of her. Tong en was caught between him and the car. It was hard for him to advance and retreat. Instead of leaving, he said solemnly, "if you have anything, please call me at any time."
She pulled out a smile: "I can go, really don't have to, you go back."
“……” Han Cheng pulled his lips: "Mr. Wan, are you sure you depend on medicine instead of people?"
This time, after a few seconds of silence, the man finally spoke, his voice was tired: "get out!"
Han Cheng was ashamed, but later he knew what he had just said. Before Wan Jingting started the fire, he quickly left the office.