Chapter 1487
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But it was just a glance.
Lin Feng roughly understood what was going on.
No matter how naive he was, he knew who it was for.
Song Jiahe had always been a liar. If not, the Song family's business wouldn't be so big.
When he saw him, he immediately stood up and placed the teacup down. "Young Master Lin, busy man, why are you standing at the door? Come in."
Lin Feng walked in. After all, he came from the same courtyard. Even though things were different now, it wasn't much.
After the decline of the Lin Family, Lin Feng had met these people and understood the difficulty of asking them to do things for him.
It wasn't like novels where they would mock you in front of your face.
They were just friends who ate meat and drank with him in the past. Suddenly, they stopped contacting him.
They would avoid him during gatherings.
From a certain perspective, he seemed to represent bad luck.
Song Jiahe was the one who didn't care about such things. Whenever there was a festival, he would definitely receive red packets. But it wasn't like today.
Lin Feng felt that it was rather boring.
People who hadn't experienced it wouldn't understand.
When you were prosperous, there would be people following you around.
When you have nothing, anyone who knows you will feel that you are unlucky.
But with Yun Hu around, Lin Feng's value was different.
When Lin Feng raised his head, he had mostly calmed down. He walked over and sat beside Yun Hu.
There was only one empty seat. He removed his trench coat and hung it behind the chair. He took out a cigarette from the box on the table.
Song Jiahe's mission was to invite Lin Feng out. If he interfered with other matters, he would be afraid that person wouldn't agree.
He filled the teacup casually and heated up the atmosphere so that it would be easier for the two of them to talk.
Yun Hu didn't beat around the bush. "Angry?"
Lin Feng's hand paused and he turned to look at him.
Yun Hu looked at him, his gaze deep. "I asked you out but you didn't come. I had to change the method."
"How dizzy." Lin Feng took a sip of tea. "Can't you tell me over the phone?"
Yun Hu remained calm. "There's no atmosphere for a conversation."
At this moment, Lin Feng was reminded of the Yun family's teachings. There were countless rules and regulations.
"There's an atmosphere for a conversation now." Lin Feng smiled. "After all, everyone has to give you face."
Yun Hu could tell that he wasn't happy.
But he had no choice.
He wanted to see someone.
He didn't know if that person did it intentionally or not.
It didn't seem like hiding, but it was impossible to say that nothing had happened.
If it was someone else.
Yun Hu's methods had long been used.
To be able to make someone like Song Jiahe work for him.
It wasn't just because of the Yun Family.
This showed Yun Hu's usual behavior.
But it was him.
Yun Hu gripped the teacup in his hand, slowly releasing it one by one. His fingers were long and slender, his voice faint. "Fortunately, you still have the face to let me use it."
Lin Feng didn't say anything. After all, he knew that this matter couldn't be blamed on anyone.
After all, there was already a gap between the two of them.
This was a reality that could not be changed.
Yun Hu didn't think so. "The Asian Cup is over but are you not planning to return to the team?"
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