Chapter 817: That Man, Who Is It? (3)
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When Song Yuanxi heard this, he immediately laughed. 13579246810ggaax
Her smile seemed much more frank at this moment.
With a delicate body, but with her unique stubbornness, she spoke: "Brother Liangchuan, I won't go with you." ”
Shen Liangchuan frowned.
The two men continued to look at each other.
In the past, Song Yuanxi was most afraid of him, and she would listen to whatever he said.
But now, Song Yuanxi just looked at him directly, even if there was still a little fear in his eyes, but he stubbornly didn't let himself show it.
Finally, Shen Liangchuan sighed, and he sat opposite Song Yuanxi.
Song Yuanxi sat down with him, "Brother Liangchuan, what are you drinking?" ”
Before Shen Liangchuan could speak, Song Yuanxi had already stretched out his hand and beckoned the waiter, "A cup of latte, thank you." ”
has lived with Shen Liangchuan for eight years, and she has long memorized the coffee flavors he likes to drink.
Shen Liangchuan stared at her, "Where have you lived recently?" ”
When Song Yuanxi heard this, he smiled, "Brother Liangchuan, are you worried about me?" ”
Shen Liangchuan nodded, "Hmm." ”
Song Yuanxi spoke, "Do you care about me because you are worried and can't give an account to my brother?" ”
Shen Liangchuan was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Song Yuanxi smiled, "You don't have to worry. You've raised me for eight years, I'm an adult, you can't care about me for the rest of my life. You made your promise to my brother, and you did. ”
Shen Liangchuan's eyes sank.
Before he died, his last request was to take care of his sister.
He forced Song Yuanxi to almost go insane.
In fact, he was guilty.
Shen Liangchuan frowned and continued to ask: "Don't change the subject, tell me, where do you live now?" ”
"Friend's house."
"Which friend?"
Song Yuanxi pursed his lips: "Brother Liangchuan, I'm an adult." ”
Shen Liangchuan stared at her, "Which friend?" ”
When Song Yuanxi was in school, he had a withdrawn personality, so he had few friends in Beijing.
Later, after going abroad, his personality slowly became cheerful.
Song Yuanxi pursed his lips.
At this moment, the door of the café was pushed open again, and a successful man about thirty years old strode in.
He was wearing a suit, with gold-rimmed eyes, and his whole body was full of a Confucian temperament. At a glance, he knew that the good tutor from the big family made Shen Liangchuan squint his eyes.
Step by step, he slowly walked to Song Yuanxi's side.
When Song Yuanxi saw him, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he still stood up.
When the man saw Shen Liangchuan, he stretched out his hand to him, "Hello." ”
Shen Liangchuan stared at him, "...... is this?" ”
Song Yuanxi suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up, she stretched out her hand and hugged the man's arm, "This is my boyfriend, I have lived with him for the past few days." ”
As soon as she said this, a smile appeared on her face.
Shen Liangchuan narrowed his eyes, "Your boyfriend?" ”
Song Yuanxi nodded.
Shen Liangchuan glanced at the man again, and only after half a ring did he stand up.
He said to Song Yuanxi: "The door of the Shen family will always be open for you." ”
Song Yuanxi's eyes suddenly moistened.
Shen Liangchuan turned around and wanted to leave, but before leaving, he stood still and looked back at her, "Yuan Xi, I hope you can get your own happiness." ”
Song Yuanxi nodded again.
Shen Liangchuan strode away.
Song Yuanxi burst into tears.
Brother Liangchuan, goodbye.
She was crying, but suddenly there was a napkin in front of her.