The domineering Bugatti made a beautiful flick and stopped at the seaside, drawing a beautiful arc. The man's exquisite and impeccable facial features were the first to catch people's eyes. He was thin, but upon closer inspection, he had clear barriers and texture.
Perfect, he is a fairy-like man. Even with anger on his face, he is still perfect without any flaws.
When Charlie saw the man coming in a hurry, his eyes dimmed instantly, and his hesitant look completely lost his usual talkativeness and ease of handling, "President."
"Where's Su Leng?"
His eyes were full of burning eagerness, always dim, with the fire of hope. Although it was just a spark, it was not difficult to see the potential of starting a prairie fire. Charlie lowered his head, not knowing how to explain it, and his lips trembled for a long time.
Can't say a word.
Fu Siyang angrily grabbed the collar of his clothes and yelled angrily.
"Damn it, Charlie, let me ask you where is Su Leng?"
Charlie was still being dragged around by Fu Siyang, with confusion and pain in his eyes. What should he say to reduce the damage to zero? He knew clearly that he couldn't. If, if he knew that this was the case, he would not tell the news in advance.
It was given to Fu Siyang, but now he can't speak at all. Charlie was shaken so much by Fu Siyang that he felt a little dizzy.
"Charlie, are you fucking listening to me?"
The people around him all lowered their eyes and said nothing. If he did, Fu Siyang would go crazy. Charlie firmly believed.
"President, the news is fraudulent."
Charlie tried hard to smile, but his smile was ugly, uglier than crying. His voice was trembling. Fu Siyang's face changed slightly, and he loosened his grip on Charlie's clothes. His expression was lonely and sad, and he felt a premonition in his heart.
The fear eroded him so much that he couldn't help but retreat, "Where's Charlie's Su Leng!"
His voice was filled with fear and confusion, and his childish look made Charlie unable to explain the complex feeling. He could only feel that the air around him was instantly surrounded by sadness, and the faint breath of sadness was so oppressive that people could not breathe. These two people,
He was the one who looked at it. No one could have imagined that the final outcome would be like this.
"Charlie, where is Su Leng?"
Charlie: "``````"
"Charlie, where is Su Leng?"
Charlie didn't answer, so Fu Siyang asked again and again. He didn't use force, but his voice was trembling. He looked at the greatly stimulated child and the drowning man, waiting for the last life-saving straw. Charlie raised his head and opened his mouth.
He opened his mouth, but still couldn't say anything. Only his red eyes showed a horrifying expression.
"I'll take you there"
Su Leng's Tomb.
The sea breeze was strong, making his windbreaker squeak.
Fu Siyang stood in front of the tombstone, quietly and silently, as if he had been waiting for a lifetime of desolation. Charlie turned and left. He couldn't bear to see the moment when that aloof man collapsed.
"Cold" he said, his lips were like snow and his voice was trembling.
The subtle sound was drowned in the sea breeze, and Fu Siyang suddenly remembered those moments together. In his blurred vision, the noble and flawless, prince-like Su Leng stood beside him.
"Let's go back." The excited voice was stuck in his throat. He was nowhere to be found beside him. The cold and biting sea breeze seemed to be laughing at him. Yes, that man was lying quietly in front of him now, never facing him.
He smiled, and would never accuse him. Without his voice, without his warmth, Fu Siyang stood alone, revealing the desolation and loneliness he had never seen in front of others. His tearful eyes were misty, as if
Looking at the noble and flawless man who was as noble as a prince, he smiled tenderly at me and said, Fu Siyang, have you ever been tempted?
My heart hurts as if it were pierced through my intestines, and it is ulcerated and bleeding.
So everyone not far away saw the man who was strategizing, calculating, aloof, resolute and noble, and always indestructible, kneeling in front of the tombstone, crying like a child.