May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

He sat as steady as a mountain, lit a cigar for himself and smoked it slowly.

The pungent cigar smell penetrated into his nose and made him more and more calm, and his eyes became more and more gloomy, with countless sadness in them.

Jiang Shaobo came out of the backstage and saw Meng Ping at a glance. No, it should be said that I saw the cigar in Meng Ping's hand.

"What are you? Don't you tell me it is the cigar in the movie?" This was the first time he saw the real thing.

"Yes, here's one?" Meng Ping threw the remaining half box of cigars directly to Jiang Shaobo from his pocket, and didn't care that the mainland couldn't get this thing at all.

"Really interesting!" Jiang Shaobo sat down beside him, and jumped up as soon as his buttocks touched the chair. "This place is so cold, how do you sit and live?"

"If you don't sit down, let me go!"

"I will lay down my life with the gentleman for your cigar." Jiang Shaobo gritted his teeth and sat down, ordering one for himself, enjoying himself. "It's said that you have made a fortune, and you made all US dollars. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems to be true!"

"Have a meal!" Meng Ping said lazily.

Jiang Shaobo suddenly turned his head and looked at him sternly, "Why did you come back from your grandfather and change your personality?"

"Have it?"

"of course!"

"Maybe it's almost dead?"

"Are you such a seedless person?"

"Of course not!" Meng Ping shook the ashes, "That is because of love."

"Hahaha..." Jiang Shaobo seemed to hear some big joke, clapping his legs and laughing wildly, "It's really hard to imagine that you would say this, and it was blown by love...Hahaha...It is not always you. Is it love? The woman who has been dumped by you since she was a child is probably able to make up a strengthening company, right?"

Meng Ping kicked him unceremoniously, "I'm making your mouth cheap. Where's Shen Yu? Isn't it the two of you usually?"

"Who knows where he has gone, I haven't seen anyone before the show is over!" Jiang Shaobo couldn't stand the air-conditioning in the chair, shaking his feet and continued to vomit.

However, the speaker had no intention of the listener's heart. Meng Ping's movement of shaking soot suddenly stopped. He grabbed Jiang Shaobo's military uniform collar and asked fiercely, "You said Shen Yu was not there? He left before it was over?"

"Yes! Isn't he that way? What do you care about him?"

"Nothing!" Meng Ping let go and stood up. "I remember that the Shen family has a lounge in the headquarters, right?"

"Yeah! The Shen family is the only one of the Red Family that has this honor. He showed it to us before!"

Meng Ping threw the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it, and said casually: "This ghost is getting colder and colder. I'm leaving!"

"See you!"

Separated from Jiang Shaobo, Meng Ping retrieved Du Xiaosong and took the people directly to the Shen's lounge. He came to this place once when he was a child, and he hasn't been here for so many years, and nothing has changed.

On the second floor, standing in the corridor can hear the man's heavy breathing.

Du Xiaosong has good military qualities and better ears. He can bleed before he gets closer to blush. On the contrary, it was Meng Ping. The closer he got, the more evil his expression became, the cold as ice in it, like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

"No more, lighter, lighter."

Bai Olan's familiar voice reached Meng Ping's ears, almost making him crush his teeth. This slut, because he called her sister-in-law for so long, **** it! Damn it!