contract lover

Chapter 051: Lost With You

"I'll call you later." Shen Siming said something to the phone and hung up immediately.

He opened the door and got out of the car, "Teacher Ye." He called Ye Zhean to stop.

Ye Zhe'an didn't expect to meet someone who knew him in this place, and even had some unrealistic expectations when he heard "Teacher Ye".

Then, he saw Shen Siming.

He has only seen Shen Siming twice, but it has been almost a year, and he can still remember Shen Siming's face.Obviously, Shen Siming also remembered him.

"Hello." Ye Zhe'an stood on the spot and looked at this astonishing man.

"Ms. Ye," Shen Siming smiled, as if greeting an old friend, "What a coincidence, you're here to see a friend too?"

friend?Ye Zhe'an blinked. People like Shen Siming also have friends who are in jail?

"What? Didn't Teacher Ye come to see a friend? Then Teacher Ye, are you...?" Shen Siming's face was full of doubts, as if he was really guessing who Ye Zhe'an was visiting.

"Since I'm here to see a friend, why don't you go in?" Ye Zhe'an answered the wrong question, and also put on a confused expression.

"After reading it, come out and smoke a cigarette before leaving." Shen Siming took out a cigarette case from his pocket, flicked one out and handed it to Ye Zhe'an, "Teacher Ye, would you like one?"

Ye Zhean didn't move, "No need, I don't smoke."

Shen Siming withdrew his hand, took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth, "That's a pity."

The corner of Ye Zhe'an's mouth curled up, "It seems that this gentleman treats your friend really..."

"Let's get to know each other again. My surname is Shen, Shen Siming." Shen Siming interrupted him, reaching out to him.

Ye Zhe'an was not annoyed when he was interrupted, and reached out to shake his hand, "It seems that Mr. Shen has a deep affection for your friend, and after seeing him, he wants to smoke away his worries when he comes out."

"Isn't that what it should be?" Shen Siming tilted his head and exhaled a puff of smoke at Ye Zhe'an, with a trace of sarcasm overflowing from the corner of his mouth, "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring. You still have to repay the favor, you can't be that heartless and ungrateful person, Teacher Ye said, right?"

Ye Zhe'an's expression was a little cracked, his pupils shrunk slightly, and he still smiled, "Mr. Shen is right, you must repay your kindness, and it's not proper to be a human being if you don't repay your kindness."

"Ms. Ye is worthy of being a teacher. She is smart and polite. It is comfortable to talk to you."

"It's the same for Mr. Shen. Your way of speaking, Zou Zou, is better than that of a teacher like me."

"Award."

Shen Siming threw down the cigarette butt, turned around and sat back in the car, took out his mobile phone, edited a text message and sent it.

- Ye Zhean is here, maybe he wants to ask your father about your whereabouts, decide whether you want to see you or not, I will wait for you outside.

"Mom, I'll wait for you outside. You and my dad have a good chat and pay attention to your emotions."

Luo Yuan still left most of the visiting time to his mother. He walked out the door, leaned on the pillar at the door, and looked at the high wall in the distance in a daze.

High walls and barbed wire are the best punishment for those who make mistakes.

Dad has lost a lot of weight, but fortunately he is still in good spirits, and he can see that he is living comfortably in it.

"I don't have to try my best to make money every day, I don't have to worry about being arrested if things come to light, I don't have to hold meetings, I don't have to approve documents, and I don't have to drink and talk about business. I couldn't imagine this day before, and I'm a bit addicted when I get used to it," Luo's father laughed at himself. "Going out after this, I'm afraid I won't be able to make a lot of money anymore."

Luo Yuan pressed his eyes, "My mother and I will be happy if our family is together well, and you don't need to make a lot of money."

Luo's father's eyes were red, "Yuanyuan, father never made you the rich second generation in this life, you won't blame father, will you?"

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Luo Yuan glared at his father reproachfully, "If I want to be a rich generation, I'm not interested in being a rich second generation."

Young Master Luo probably forgot the glorious deeds he used to use his father's wallet to support men and help poor students, but by this time, no one cared.

"Father doesn't have any expectations. Just take care of your mother and yourself. You don't have to visit me often in the future. I'm fine here."

"Dad, don't worry, I will take good care of my mother, and we will wait for you to come out together."

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and the notification sound indicated that there was a text message coming in. Luo Yuan withdrew his thoughts, picked it up and looked at it, his heart beat suddenly, and the hand holding the mobile phone began to tremble unconsciously.

Ye Zhe'an followed the prison visit procedure item by item. When it came time to register, he was told that Luo's father had already been visited today, and Ye Zhe'an could no longer visit him. He was asked to come back next week. Ye Zhe'an realized something, Quickly asked the staff in charge of registration: "Who? Who is the person visiting him? What's his name?"

"I can't say that." The staff shook their heads.

Ye Zhean became anxious, "Don't worry, I won't say anything, just tell me your name."

The staff was unmoved, "Sorry, this is our rule."

Ye Zhe'an knew that it would not work to go in directly to find someone, so he looked at the entrance and asked the staff: "Did the relatives and friends come out from here after the visit?"

"No, there is another passage to go out after the end. In the south, if you want to know who the visiting person is, it may be too late now." The staff looked at the records in the computer, "According to the time here, now Almost over."

"Thank you!" Ye Zhe'an left a sentence, and flew out.

As he ran, he thought of Shen Siming at the door, what about friends, heh, he was almost sure that the person who visited Luo's father today was Luo Yuan.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhe'an's footsteps are getting faster and faster, faster and faster, he wants to see Luo Yuan, wants to tell Luo Yuan how much he likes him, he wants to tell him that he has finally figured it out, what kind of support, what kind of contract, everything matters. It's shit, if you like it, you like it, what does it have to do with these?

He ran over, but it was too late, he saw a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar figure helping a woman out of the registration room at the gate, and hurried out, he seemed to see the person turn his head, and then the figure completely Disappeared outside the iron gate.

He sprinted over, the security personnel in the registration room stopped him and asked him to sign, there was the roar of a car outside the door, he hurriedly drew two strokes on the paper and ran out, only to see the butt of Shen Siming's luxury car.

Ye Zhean was not reconciled, and chased for a while, seeing the car driving farther and farther, a taxi approached beside him, jumped into it without saying a word, "Chasing after the car in front!"

"Are you kidding me? I'm a taxi. I don't have to do this job if I get points deducted for speeding." The driver was anxious.

Ye Zhe'an took out a stack of [-]s from his wallet and threw them on the middle shelf, "He doesn't dare to speed, you drive under the speed line, try to help me chase, if you can't catch up, let it go."

For the sake of money, the driver agreed, and staged a life-and-death battle with Shen Siming's car on the open road in the suburbs.

But a luxury car is a luxury car after all, even when the red light turns green, the starting speed is unmatched by ordinary cars. After a few intersections, the distance between the two cars has reached the point where you need a telescope to see clearly.At another intersection, the luxury car turned the steering wheel sharply to the right, completely throwing the taxi away.

Ye Zhe'an hammered the car window hard, damn it, he lost his heel.