Chapter 279 Maybe try again (1)

  Tang Jinchuan looked at the kraft paper bag with a gloomy expression, but did not move.

   When I was young, I suddenly picked up the beer bottle in my hand and drank it.

   The opposite You Shiqing was happy and carefree, looking at this domineering president who hardly ever smiled on his face, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart,

  ‘There are many grievances and grievances from the giants, even when Tang Jinchuan is too powerful. ’

   After pouring down three bottles of beer in a row, You Shiqing grabbed Tang Jinchuan's wrist that wanted to continue to hold the bottle, and said with tears in his eyes,

   "Hey, hey, what are you doing? Borrowing wine to drown your sorrows, or wine to make people brave, you'll die if you drink it like this.

   Whether you look at it or not, I will take it without looking at it. "

   As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to reach for the paper bag.

   was held back by Tang Jinchuan and whispered,

"Look."

   At the same time, he neatly pulled out the paper bag and untied the white string

   In fact, many things have already been hunched from the beginning.

   It’s just that there is so-called hope in my heart, I hope everything is different from what I expected.

The phrase    backfired but always fell from the sky.

   The person who smashed them turned black.

   At this moment, the man lowered his eyes and concentrated on the document in his hand.

   From You Shiqing's point of view, Tang Jinchuan's expression could not be seen.

   It was just that a lower and lower air pressure was released from Tang Jinchuan's body.

   After this document was delivered to You Shiqing, he hadn't read it, so he didn't know what it was.

   But Tang Jinchuan's reaction was already reflected in a disguised form. The content inside didn't seem to be friendly.

   After a while, You Shiqing finally couldn't help but ask,

   "Mr. Tang, what's going on in here?"

  Swipe-

   Who knew that You Shiqing had only said half of what he said, Tang Jinchuan suddenly stood up, holding the stack of documents in his hand, and turned around.

   strode out of the bar.

   caught You Shiqing by surprise, and he didn't even have time to tell him about the "accident" that happened after meeting Jiang Mingyu today.

   And this side

  Jiang Mingyu won't go home tonight and stayed at Wei's house for the night.

   This is the first time Tang Jinchuan has separated from her since the two established their relationship.

   was so uncomfortable that even he was startled.

After    stuffed those documents back into the bag, Tang Jinchuan left here on foot.

  The moat of City A is not far from the door of the bar.

   The man walking along the street saw for the first time that there were many figures walking together on the bank of the moat.

   There are many men, women and women, and even before they reach them, they can already smell the sour smell of love.

   These people are holding or holding various types of Kongming lanterns in their hands, trying to ignite them, and then release them together.

   In these ordinary days, we live a life that is extremely "luxury" for many people.

  ‘It turns out that missing someone can be so hard. ’

  Tang Jinchuan couldn't help frowning, the document bag in his hand was already wrinkled, but he continued to exert force.

   He didn't let go until the edge of the paper made him feel the pain that his palm was about to be split.

   At this moment, on a whim, the man suddenly turned around and walked towards the embankment of the moat opposite.

   At the moment, the sky is full of orange light spots, big or small, slowly rising into the sky, and finally, gradually disappearing.

   He glanced at it, then chose a corner seat to sit down.

   From a distance, he looked like a frustrated man who was abandoned.

   In this scene at this moment, the worth of hundreds of millions does not have any effect.

   After a moment of silence, Tang Jinchuan looked at the document bag on his lap and silently took out a whole pack of cigarettes.

   He thought maybe he could try again.

  Try. One last time.

   After crushing the last cigarette **** under his feet, Tang Jinchuan held the document and dialed a phone number.

   At that time, a slow and slow voice came from the other end, and with the usual grace and calmness, he asked calmly,

   "Son, is something wrong?"

   Today's update starts, happy National Day~~~

  

  

   (end of this chapter)