If I hadn't been adopted by my stepfather when I was a child, I might have grown up in an orphanage, and I would have had to pay more hardship and effort than others to walk this path.

Being in a foreign country, changing your name and surname will never change the blood you are bleeding in.

The memory of the taste of tea is that when he was nine years old, his father always liked to make a pot of tea every night in the summer and sit alone in the courtyard.

I couldn't understand his meditation, but I thought it was my father's preference, and then I realized that he was thinking about work and the company. He didn't tell his family about this, so that when he went bankrupt to the point of no return, he had to bear it alone.

The hot tea burned his palms through the wall of the cup, bringing him back to reality for a long time, and he took a sip to his lips, "The tea is good..."

"Mr. Shang is obviously perfunctory, your mind is not on tea. ”

He is a person who understands how to appreciate tea and taste tea, and will not only smell the taste, but also wait for the tea to cool.

Putting down the teacup, Shang Ming half-reclined in the chair, "Mr. Mo's observation power is comparable to that of a psychiatrist, indeed, smelling the fragrance of tea reminds me of certain fragments that I don't want to remember." ”

"Besides, when you went to the Phantom World, you invited me to tea, and now you still invite me to drink tea, and you also ask more. ”

"Then please allow me to ask one more time, the bad memory is related to Leng Yuchen?"

Three years ago, he came to City A to make conditions for himself, I'm afraid it was within his calculations!

I always thought that Shang Ming was like other entrepreneurs, mixing with his opponents and making profits from them. Now that he thinks about it, the use of Baffin Island to make Tingsheng lose such a large amount of money didn't make him feel the slightest interest.

Moreover, at the bottom of his dark eyes, a small bit of unguessable hatred splashed out of the depths.

"Yes!"

The pain and hatred that the Leng family gave him are deeply engraved in his heart, and he has never forgotten it at any moment.

"What about you, why don't you disdain to use means against Leng Yuchen?" In the shopping mall, no one can be in the spring and snow, no matter if you don't want to mess with it, the dust will take the initiative to float onto your body.

Mo Wenxuan is gentle, and when doing business, there must be no less toughness. This law has been created since ancient times, and no one can avoid it.

"Mr. Shang, have you ever given up for someone?" Mo Wenxuan asked sideways.

"No, I'm just going to try what I want to do. ”

No one in the world is worth giving up, his world is only hatred.

"Three years ago, you asked me if I ever loved someone, and at this time you asked me if I ever gave up for anyone, could it be that you fell in love with Leng Yuchen's woman?"

If this assumption is correct, then the main reason for refusing to help him three years ago can be figured out.

Mo Wenxuan didn't deny it, but said: "She doesn't belong to anyone!"

"It's said that feelings will get carried away, it's really true, you give up so much for her, she knows? has she been grateful? Don't be stupid, everything is obtained is you, and women are the same. ”

In the age of money, there is nothing that cannot be conquered. Isn't it easy to get a mere woman?

"So you don't know what love is, what love is. ”

He gave up quitting because he loved her, and because he loved her, he didn't want her to suffer any more. It's best to take the initiative to approach him and accept him without forcing her.

"Then is she so precious to Leng Yuchen that she is reluctant to let her be hurt a little bit?"

That woman is so important to Mo Wenxuan, but she chose Leng Yuchen, and she also accounts for the most weight in Leng Yuchen's heart?

Interesting...

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he seemed to know a good way to deal with Leng Yuchen.

"Probably. ”