Chapter one hundred and seventy-one. It's not easy

After that, he got up and headed for the two tables.

Su Wenzhe sat alone, eyebrows involuntarily condensate up, his eyes straight down on the body of Wenbo, heart made up a whisper: "is... is not Wenbo? "

Su Wenzhe thought of this, long huffed and puffed, and then shook his head for a while, feel some things Wenbo finished here, he asked face-to-face is that he does not have to be here Random Thoughts.

About half an hour later, the two diners left one after the other, and there were no other guests at the Wonton stand.

Wen Bo put away the dishes and came to Su with a big bowl of noodle soup.

Su Wenzhe looked at that bowl of noodle soup, heart very clear, this bowl looked at is the soup, but drink up is the wine.

Before Su Wenzhe could say anything, Wen Bo had already filled a few spoonfuls of noodle soup into a small bowl with a spoon. Then he said, "Wen Zhe, now you can say, what's on your mind? "

As he spoke, Wen Bo carried a small bowl toward Su and held it in reverence.

Su Wenzhe also did not slow what, picked up a small bowl in return Wenbo, then, two people in the small bowl of "noodle soup" quaff.

Noodle soup in the throat, a feeling of boiling hot moment spread all over.

"It's strong! "

Su Wenzhe put down the small bowl, involuntarily muttered.

The previous rainy night, Su Wenzhe also had a drink with Wen bo in this wonton soup, the time of "noodle soup" , into the throat is not so spicy, giving a feeling of refreshing and elegant.

But this time "noodle soup" , the taste is extremely strong, after drinking from the throat to the abdomen seems to have a fire dragon in general billow.

See Su Wenzhe such facial expression, Wen bowu ground laugh: "ha ha! Wen Zhe, want to drink we have to drink the strongest wine, want to see we have to see the most beautiful person! "

Words Fang Xie, Wenbo homeopathy to the small bowl filled with "noodle soup. ".

Su Wen Zhe Leng stand on the seat, the eyebrow is gazing unceasingly, also do not know why, he unexpectedly heard a kind of full melancholy feeling from the text Boshi just of this sentence.

Not Waiting for Su Wenzhe reaction, Wenbo people have again picked up a small bowl: "Wenzhe, come, DRINK! "

Smell speech, Su Wenzhe sobered, and then picked up the small bowl with Wenbo held to touch the small bowl, and then the small bowl of "noodle soup" in a gulp finished.

After finishing the second bowl of noodle soup, Su Wenzhe felt as if his body was on fire, which made Su Wenzhe feel uncomfortable.

See Su Wenzhe a pair of uncomfortable appearance, Wenbo smiled and said: "Wenzhe, calm, mind to keep the Dantian! "

"Hmm? "

Hearing Wen Bo's words, Su Wenzhe was amazed.

Slowly, he closed his eyes and began to calm his restless mind.

Not Long, Su Wenzhe here opened his eyes to, just then that wreathing the whole body of the red heat has been convergence does not exist, instead is a kind of refreshing feeling.

Su Wenzhe was taken aback for a moment, looked straight at Wen Bo and asked in surprise, "Wen Bo, what is this wine? "

Wen Bo gently lifted the corner of his mouth and showed a curious smile. "Wen zhe, where is this wine? Isn't it the noodle soup in my pot? " He said

Su Wen zhe is one Leng, facial expression has inexpressibly; indescribably to Flash But die, immediately laugh out a voice: "Ha ha! Right, this is not wine, IT IS NOODLE SOUP! "

Later, Su Wenzhe and Wen Bo drank several bowls of "noodle soup" , so Su Wenzhe was surprised that, since just after a while, he here to drink this "noodle soup" did not feel hot uncomfortable.

In addition, this "noodle soup" actually produced a very comfortable heat flow down the throat. As soon as this heat flow appeared, it immediately swept through Su Wenzhe's body, giving Su Wenzhe the feeling that there was no, into his Meridians.

He felt as if he had a wonderful power inside him. Under the influence of this wonderful power, he felt refreshed.

A little silence, Su Wenzhe Wu to set the line of sight on the body of the Wenbo.

When Su Wenzhe looked at him like this, Wen Bo felt uneasy. Instead, he smiled deeply and said, "Wenzhe, don't you have something to say to me? "

After Wen Bo said this, Su wen-zhe realized. After he was taken aback, Su wen-zhe looked at Wen Bo with a lowered eyebrow and asked, "Wen Bo, have you written to me? "

"write a letter? "

Listen to Su Wenzhe this words, Wen Bo whole person is a surprise, look in the inexplicable to not conceal.

See Wen bo such facial expression, Su Wen zhe's brow is Ning Ning to deeply some, again cross-examine: "You really didn't write to me? "

Wen Bo shook his head thoughtlessly and said, "why did I write to you when I was fine? Wouldn't it be quicker to call you directly? By the way, Wen Zhe, you and I have known each other for some time, I don't even have your telephone here! "

As he spoke, uncle took out his phone.

Su Wenzhe Leng Leng, the heart has a kind of cry and laugh can not feel, a little to stagger, he will tell his phone to Wenbo.

Wenbo dialed Su Wenzhe's telephone, then he said aloud: "By the way, Wenzhe, you suddenly asked me if I wrote to you why? "

Su Wenzhe also did not conceal anything, will receive a letter before the matter to inform the Wenbo.

After saying, Su Wenzhe took out the letter from his bosom and handed it to Wen Bo.

Uncle Wen was startled for a moment, then opened the letter and looked at it.

After reading the contents of the letter, Wen Bo's face looked as if he had lost his composure, and his face looked as if he were in distress.

There was a long silence, and then Wen Bo spoke out: "Wen Zhe, I really did not write to you, and besides, I don't even know where Su's home is! "

Su Wen zhe nodded lightly, he believed that Wen Bo, otherwise, he would not have come here to ask Wen Bo.

At first, Su Wenzhe thought the letter that sent him to Su's home was sent to him by Wen Bo, but now it seems that it was Su Wenzhe who was wrong. What Su Wenzhe couldn't understand was, if it wasn't Wen Bo, who would it be?

See Su Wenzhe fall into line of thought, Wenbo did not speak interrupted, quietly waiting on the side.

Quite some time, Su Wenzhe couldn't think of anything either. Instead, he made his thoughts disorderly. He sighed a long time and then looked at Wen Bo and asked, "Wen Bo, what do you think is wrong with Qing Ling? "

Just now in and Wenbo said the letter, Su Wenzhe since will qingling things also told Wenbo.

By Su Wenzhe such a question, the spirit of Wenbo Shu becomes dignified, think lining a little later, said: "Wenzhe, I can only tell you this, qingling that little girl... Not Simple! "