Chapter 890 The Warmth He Gives (7)

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Lu Bancheng hadn't returned to China for more than a year, and he couldn't finish his visits after coming back.

At the end of the day today, he himself didn't know how many games he had participated in. After finally getting away from "Golden and Brilliant" at night, he wanted to drive home, but he was called to the "Capital Club" to join the table and play mahjong.

Lu Bancheng has always been talkative. Even though he was tired after a day of socializing, he was still able to mobilize the atmosphere very harmoniously while sitting at the mahjong table.

I don't know if he really answered the sentence "Frustrated in love, proud in the casino", Lu Bancheng's luck is so good tonight, he can play whatever card he wants, and win all the way to the end.

"Mr. Lu is merciful, if we continue to win, our brothers will go bankrupt tonight..." Mr. Zhang, who was sitting opposite Lu Bancheng, joked.

Lu Bancheng smiled and didn't say a word. The money that should be won was still won. Until the end of one round, a new round began. When it was his turn to throw the dice, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang an alarm, and he reflexively moved the dice to Put it aside casually, said "sorry", and immediately took out the phone from his pocket, clicked on the game, waited for about thirty seconds, the time on the top of the screen changed to three o'clock, and then prepared himself in advance Good joke, send it.

"In the middle of the night, why does Boss Lu set an alarm?" Boss Yi on the left asked curiously.

Lu Bancheng lowered his eyelids calmly, without saying a word, put away his phone, picked up the dice, and threw some.

Everyone saw that Lu Bancheng didn't answer, and didn't ask, they just set the alarm when he was abroad, and then continued to play cards.

The atmosphere on the mahjong table quickly returned to normal. While playing cards, everyone chatted about the same thing as before.

Maybe it was because we chatted for too long, we ran out of topics, and in the end, we went around, and a few elders actually got around to emotional topics.

It was the one opposite Lu Bancheng who was the first to draw out: "I saw my first love a while ago. It has been more than 20 years, and I was in the crowd, and I recognized her at a glance."

"What? Still excited?" The man on Lu Bancheng's right opened his mouth.

"Heartbeat, I can't say it, but I am a little emotional, those days when I was chasing her in school."

"Well, these years, the business is getting bigger and bigger, and the days are getting better and better, but love is getting farther and farther away." The person on the right of Lu Bancheng once aspired to be a poet, but in the end he became a businessman. , still partial to literature and art, and finally did not forget to sigh: "Sometimes, I just think, what is love?"

Following his words, the other two chatted about "love".

Several people chatted happily. Some talked about their love history, and some talked about their regretful past. Lu Bancheng never interrupted, but the action of drawing and playing cards would stop from time to time.

He doesn't know what love is, but he knows that if you really love someone, when you talk about love with someone, the first thing that pops up in your mind is her figure.

Thinking of her, and the story between her and him, Lu Bancheng suddenly lost interest. He finished the game absent-mindedly, found an excuse, and left the game early.

Coming out of the "Capital Club" and standing on the side of the road, Lu Bancheng didn't hurry to get in the car, but lit a cigarette first.

Perhaps influenced by the topic just now, when he was smoking, he took out his cell phone.