The Love Book

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang on time, and the man in his robe opened the door to see the person standing at the door.

The man in the robe took a look at him, let him in, and snorted, “Heh, so you haven’t been drinking, I thought you were hungover and went to the wrong door.”

The man at the door, still in a neat dark suit, entered the room with the faint smell of smoke, with an indifferent expression and dark breath, none other than Kemp Ross, who hadn’t come home for the night.

It seems to be no different from the old days, but as a brother for more than ten years, Rong Feng watched him take off his jacket and walk straight to the sofa to sit down, or slightly raised a handsome eyebrow.

“What? Is this you getting kicked out of a fight with your wife?”

Kemp Ross leaned back, a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows, skillfully and unhurriedly took a cigarette out, lit it, took a long puff, the green and white smoke quickly blurred the expression on his face, only to hear a low, mute voice, “She’s back.”

Rong Feng poured a glass of water in front of him and paused for a moment, “Who?”

Kemp Ross half narrowed his eyes, silent for two seconds, thin lips spit out the name that seems to have been long ago and seems to have always been in the mind, “Alice Lan.”

Rong Feng’s expression was obviously stunned for a moment, then he pulled open half a curtain and overlooked the whole night market through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, mocking nonchalantly, “Did you go out to see a ghost or did someone entrust you with a dream? That woman has been dead for seven years, is today the anniversary of her death or the anniversary of you two?”

Kemp Ross finger between the cigarette, gaze on the scarlet cigarette, handsome face expression some hidden inexplicable, “she did not die, changed the name and came back.”

“…”

Rong Feng’s lazy expression finally underwent a slight change, crossing his long legs and sitting opposite him.

Since he said so, naturally he has found out the exact information.

Half a sound, he narrowed his phoenix eyes, his frivolous and demonic handsome face was suffused with a layer of laugh, his voice was sexy and evil, “The old love is back, your heart is in turmoil again? Want me to give you advice on how to get rid of this new one, right?”

Seven years after the woman’s death, never saw him mention a word, after marriage, it is rarely stay outside, he thought he had become a good family man.

Kemp Ross lifted his eyes and looked at him with cold eyes and a deep voice, “You understand that’s not why I’m here.”

Rong Feng tilted his head, relentlessly mocking, his expression smiling, “This is interesting, you are not sleeping at this hour not because this matter has messed up your mind? You came to me just to tell me that the woman is not dead? It’s not like she’s my woman. How much does it matter to me if she’s dead or not? You’re so fucking pretentious, you can’t even handle this?”

Kemp Ross’ emotionless voice interrupted him, “She wants to see me, you go for me!”

“…”

Rong Feng nodded with understanding and snorted rather playfully, “I go on your behalf? Her brain was burned silly, or lost her memory? You are not afraid that she will roll into bed with me directly after a long goodbye?”

Kemp Ross flicked off his cigarette ash, swept him coldly for a few seconds, and said in a deep voice, “I’ve known her as long as you’ve known her. She’s not stupid and knows who you are.”

After a pause, he added, “I’m not going to see her for a while.”

There are some things that he has to figure out.

Rong Feng didn’t argue anymore, his probing gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and he gave a low laugh, “It seems something made you quite bad during the day.”

He suddenly remembered the junk news that he deleted earlier.

Kemp Ross did not say anything, staring at the smoke without a word, thin lips gradually pursed into a straight line.

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