Of course, the assistant knew what Lu Jinnian was thinking, so he didn't wait for Lu Jinnian to make a choice. He paused for a while and continued, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lin, who was having dinner tonight, had a little unhappy with people at the Beijing Club before, so why wouldn't it be magnificent?"

It was obvious that the assistant said this according to Lu Jinnian's thoughts, but the man's face did not show any joy. Instead, after hearing the assistant's words, he was silent for a moment, as if he was a little indifferent, and nodded his head lightly.

Of course, the assistant didn't have the courage to expose Lu Jinnian's right and wrong, but just took out his mobile phone and booked a private room in Jinbihuihuang.

The car fell silent again, but the atmosphere was not as depressing.

When the assistant went to see Lu Jinnian through the rearview mirror, the man still turned his head and stared out the window, but the gloom of the eyebrows and eyes accumulated for many days, which seemed to have dissipated a little.

A hint of sadness appeared in my heart just now because Lu Jinnian was too disguised.

He obviously doesn't like places like Jinbi, nor does he like playing cards, nor does he like a strange woman sitting beside him, but just because he knows that woman is going to Jinbibi tonight, he also wants to go.

Even though I knew that even if I were in the same place, the two of them might not be able to meet, but I just wanted to get closer to her. Just that, I could get better.

The assistant studied science and engineering, and was seriously biased in subjects and was so poor that he was dying. However, in his mind, somehow, he cried out a half sad and half bright sentence that Zhang Ailing once wrote: Love someone will be humble to the dust and then a flower will bloom.

But Mr. Lu has been humble for so many years, why hasn’t he bloomed yet?

What kind of obsession has made him so persistent for so many years, even though he can see no hope at all, but he can be so persistent?

As the assistant thought about it, he became depressed and then cursed silently in his heart. It’s so fucking. He is a big man. He has a wife and children, and his salary is not low. His life is booming. Is he so idle? He is actually sad for a man here.

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Qiao Anxia runs a comprehensive private room with a chess and card room and a small KTV attached.

The group of people held the microphone with enthusiasm and shouted a few times, then ran over and started playing cards. Qiao An was not interested, so he sat by the side watching TV alone.

Qiao Anxia should have good luck, and she screamed excitedly from time to time.

Xu Jiamu sat opposite Qiao Anxia. I don’t know if it was because he hadn’t played cards for a long time, or because he was not in a state tonight, and he lost one after another. He lost one after another. In the end, he pushed the cards and gave them to the person standing behind him and watching.

Xu Jiamu picked up a bottle of beer, raised his head and drank half of the bottle in one breath. Seeing Qiao Anhao sitting alone on the sofa, holding a pillow and staring at the TV with relish, he walked over and sat beside her.

Qiao An is so beautiful that she is an old movie. She played the heroine by Song Xiangsi. At that time, Song Xiangsi was still very young. Although her acting skills were not as mature and skillful as she is now, she also had some resources for everyone.

Xu Jiamu stared at the screen, and Song Xiangsi, who was flying eyebrows, looked at it for a few times, feeling her mood was even more blocked.
Chapter completed!