He Yunlang just smiled when he heard this, and didn't answer positively.

At this moment, Zhou Jin went down the stairs.

I don't know how she broke with her husband, anyway, she went up with a strong momentum and came down calmly, but she still didn't even give her eyes to Tong Wenrou for a second, she just said to He Yunlang: "Your father called you." ”

He Yunlang glanced at Tong Wenrou, and then asked, "The old man only called me?"

Zhou Jin had already walked in the direction of the garden, and he didn't look back when he heard the words, but only left his voice behind him: "Yes, let's go!"

Tong Wenrou is also used to this, in the past few years in the He family, except for the necessary ceremonies on the wedding day, He Zhendong has never let her do anything alone, or say anything to her.

In the past, she would come over because He Yunlang told her that her parents missed her very much and wanted to see her.

Tong Wenrou knew very well in her heart that it was better to only tell that it was He Zhendong than her parents, but every time she came, the old man's performance was not as she imagined, as if he was really simply "seeing" her.

She followed He Yunlang, he just glanced at her from a distance, she took the initiative to say a few words, he answered the last sentence, and then went upstairs under the pretext of having something.

said that he had an opinion on her, but he didn't feel anything, unlike Zhou Jin, who could make people perceive the aggressive momentum when he was panting.

So sometimes Tong Wenrou couldn't help but mutter, but it didn't make her feel uncomfortable, so she didn't understand it, and she never took it to heart.

This time, too, she sat steadily, and even picked up the newspaper on the table and opened it to read.

"You ......"

Tong gently raised her head and looked at him suspiciously.

He Yunlang was speechless, pursed his lips and went upstairs.

The atmosphere in the study was not as gloomy as he thought, and the old man even made tea very leisurely, and when he saw him come in, he pushed one of the teacups over, "Taste it, it's newly delivered." ”

He Yunlang looked down, didn't say anything, and drank it all as if he was drinking.

He Zhendong's eyes were full of disgust, and he scolded him: "You have ruined all the good things!"

He Yunlang poured himself a full cup again, this time in small sips, but still didn't taste anything different.

"It's all for people to drink, what's bad or not. ”

He Zhendong tastes his own tea.

"I brought you back. Seeing that his father didn't speak, He Yunlang got straight to the point, and didn't mention the matter of He Jun, anyway, his subordinates were defeated, so don't mention it.

He Zhendong closed his eyes, as if he was fascinated by the fragrance of tea.

He Yunlang paused and asked aloud, "You don't see her?"

He Zhendong opened his eyes, put down the teacup, and seemed to suddenly lose interest in drinking tea, casually pushed the tea tray aside, was silent for two seconds, squinted at him, and his face was slightly gloomy, "Do what you have to do." ”

He Yunlang smiled indifferently.

"What's going on with the explosion?"

Although He Zhendong has lived in a simple place all these years, how can he be an idle person who can make Jiayi Group such an international scale, not to mention his hands and eyes, just want to know something, and within ten minutes, he will definitely be able to figure it out.

Someone always gives him a message, but it's good that he won't be blind.

He Yunlang knew that he couldn't hide it, so he replied briefly: "'Those people' have come to City C." ”

He Zhendong's eyes narrowed slightly, and the aura around his body rose awe-inspiring with this subtle movement.

His gaze stayed on a certain point outside the window, and he didn't know what he remembered, and his eyes were a little dark.

"Do what you have to do. ”

He Yunlang's expression froze.

He Zhendong said the same sentence twice in a row, but the meaning was different, and he could understand it.

"I don't need to tell you, father, I'll do the same. ”

He Zhendong leaned sideways and waved his hand at him.

He Yunlang didn't speak again, turned to leave.

"Yunlang. He Zhendong suddenly spoke, and he was solemn like never before.

He Yunlang stopped, his heart jumped uncontrollably, turned around, and looked at him quietly.

"I'm old," He Zhendong's voice was slow, as if after this sentence was finished, people realized that the person in front of him was about to enter the seventieth year of his life this year, he paused and muttered again, "I'm old, and I can't do many things, the 'MK' project was originally to be handed over to you, I know that He Jun doesn't have that ability, if you do this well, you can get the right to speak in Jiayi Group." ”

He Yunlang knew that he was paving the way, so he didn't say anything and waited patiently.

Sure enough, He Zhendong paused for nearly half a minute this time before he made the main point.

"That's why I've entrusted you with people. ”

His beating heart sank suddenly, he took a deep breath, his mood stabilized, and then he nodded slowly, "Don't worry, I'm not you, Jiayi Group and her, I want them all." ”

He Zhendong's sharp eyes slammed into his face, He Yunlang looked at him head-on without fear, and after more than ten seconds, the old man laughed first.

"Good, good. ”

Then his face turned grim again, and he admonished: "If something happens to her, you should know what I will do to you." ”

He Yunlang turned his head and pulled the door open to leave.

There was a dead silence in the room.

He Zhendong opened the drawer, took out a pack of unopened cigarettes from it, skillfully knocked out one and put it in his mouth, and the lighter wiped out the fire, but it was not lit for half a day.

Zhou Jin didn't let him smoke, but he always put a box in the drawer of the study, and the two of them tacitly turned a blind eye.

But his lungs couldn't bear nicotine anymore.

During the physical examination a while ago, a doctor who knew him well warned him again and again that if he continued to smoke, he would be able to return to the West within this year.

After thinking about it, he put the cigarette back unmoved.

He got up again and walked to a safe in the corner, and unscrewed the code, which only he knew.

There was no money in it, nothing of value, but an old yellowed envelope, which he cherished.

When I returned to my chair, I was panting for a while, and I didn't know if it was because of old age and frailty, or if the envelope weighed a thousand pounds.

There was a letter inside, and a color plate photograph.

The letter is not long, only a piece of paper, the crease of the letter is too deep, as if it will be broken into several pieces if you are not careful, fortunately, the carbon ink is stored for a long time, the handwriting is not so blurry, he did not read the letter, the content of the letter has been read thousands of times, can be written down silently.

Instead, he pinched the color photo and was distracted.

It was a woman holding a child, the child was still swaddling, her face was round, and she didn't know how the photographer teased him.

The woman seems to have just come out of confinement, her face is still a little haggard, her original beautiful figure was dragged down by the pregnancy in October, how to look at it, she is not young, and she has given birth to a child, and there are no good conditions, and it must be extremely difficult to recover.

He Zhendong silently recalled, as if she had not recovered from death in her life.