Mr. Chen looked at him, pushed the ashtray into the middle of the table, and leaned back on the seat: "Your eldest brother has done business in Myanmar and Vietnam. I have been fortunate enough to work with him. How could I not recognize him?"
Fu Xizhou's eyes darkened slightly.
This answer made him feel unsatisfied.
It seems to be reasonable.
There is almost no one in this world who does not know Big Brother.
Her eyes fell unconsciously on his hand, which was playing with the lighter. His joints turned white, his expression became darker, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Brother, are you really still alive?
At this time, Mr. Chen stood up and straightened the collar of his windbreaker: "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. Thank you Mr. Lu for your hospitality."
Everyone else stood up and watched him leave.
When Mr. Chen turned around, he took a deep look at Fu Xizhou. Thousands of emotions were surging in his eyes, but they were only fleeting.
Wait for him to walk out of the living room.
Fu Xizhou felt a little lost for no reason.
He was never a sentimental person, never.
It's just Mr. Chen's habitual movements that reminded him of his elder brother.
Over the years, he has been misunderstanding his elder brother, and he wants a chance to reconcile with him.
Gu Beisheng saw that he was staring blankly at the open door of the living room, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
Fu Xizhou looked away and shook his head: "It's okay."
…
Black Rolls Royce.
Mr. Chen got into the car and was almost unsteady on his feet. After sitting down, his eyes moved, a layer of mist filled his eyes, and his breathing became heavier.
His hands were clenched into fists, as if he was suppressing something.
For a long time, close your eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, I had regained my composure, but my brows were covered with vicissitudes of life, and there was no trace of high spirits.
The man sitting by the window on the left said, "You and he haven't seen each other in how many years."
Mr. Chen thinned his lips and said, "It's been a long time."
As he said that, he looked out the car window and could still see the signboard of the Myanmar Grand Hotel, getting further and further away from his sight.
Soon, the entire building disappeared from his sight around the corner.
He looked away and murmured: "He has grown up and has become a lot more stable. He is no longer as lonely and indifferent as he once was."
As he spoke, he paused for a moment and then whispered: "Speaking of which, it's also Sheng'er's credit."
The man asked again: "Why don't we recognize each other?"
Mr. Chen shook his head: "It's not the time yet."
The man was silent for a long time and then said: "I feel that Fu Xizhou is doubting you."
He smiled lowly, unable to deny it.
Blood relationship is the most precious thing. He would notice it, which was completely expected.
He shouldn't have come, it was too risky.
It's just that he hasn't seen Xizhou for a long time.
I...miss him a little bit.
I want to see how he is doing now.
I want to know if his condition is getting better.
So far, everything seems fine.
He was also relieved.
"Qi Feng."
The man sitting on his left turned his head to look at him, revealing a handsome face.
It was Qi Feng.
Gu Beisheng's elder brother.
"Um?"
He asked: "Do you miss her?"
Qi Feng shook his head, but his eyes were very lonely.
How could he not miss his junior sister as he watched her grow up?
It was he who personally sent her to Fu Xizhou.
He did not go in, but stood outside the door and took a look from a distance.
It seems that the junior sister is doing well.
He has no regrets.
…
Grand Hotel in Myanmar, inside the room.
Fu Xizhou looked at her in shock: "Are you sure?"
She described the characteristics of Mr. Chen's hands and told him that Mr. Chen was a relatively young man, no more than thirty.
Gu Beisheng nodded: "I am sure that Mr. Chen is a fake, or that the Mr. Chen we have seen all this time is not the real Mr. Chen."