In the small mansion, Ryan sat with his legs crossed, smoking and thinking about something. He didn't look anxious at all. When he saw the Shang brothers, he put out his cigarette and said, "Let's eat first, and we'll talk after dinner." Ryan let Shang Longsheng take the first seat, and sat opposite Ervin. Ervin tilted his head and stared at him. Ryan felt it necessary to explain why he broke his promise a few days ago: "Feng Yi has been sick these days. He cries when he sees strangers and can't leave me." Ervin stuck his but.t out and poked his head forward: "What did you say? Speak louder!"
Ryan sighed, leaned forward helplessly, and shouted in his ear: "Feng Yi! You are sick!"
Ervin retracted his head: "Is the fat girl sick?" He pounded the table in annoyance: "My fat girl is fine, but she got sick just a few days after being taken away! Can your wife raise a child? If not, send her back quickly!" When his ears were fine, he was annoyed when Feng Yi cried. Later, his ears were broken, and he could not see the child when he went in and out, so he completely forgot that there was such a baby at home. At this time, it was reasonable to mention raising a child.
Shang Longsheng glanced at him sternly, and Ervin sat still and stopped being arrogant. Zhao Ma and Xiaolai served the food to the table one by one. Since Ervin couldn't hear clearly, he couldn't talk loudly. He just lowered his head and ate, and soon finished two bowls of rice. Ryan and Shang Longsheng opened a bottle of foreign wine, ate and talked, all about the news in the martial arts world. At a glance, Ervin sat there with his head down, with an injured arm hanging around his neck, and the other hand was turning orchid fingers under the table in boredom, muttering something in his mouth, concentrating and dull. Everyone liked Ervin's cleverness and willfulness, and his charm, but Ryan preferred to see his silly look, staring at him again and again with a smile and pampering in his eyes. Shang Longsheng also felt it, turned his head to look at his brother, and didn't see anything lovable about him. Just like when he was a child, he looked stupid when he was behind people. If their father was still alive, he would be beaten again.
At this time, there was a knock at the door. Zhao Ma opened the door and heard a man's voice saying, "Hello! Is this Mr. Cheng's residence?"
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