At his grandfather's funeral, Qin Zhenghuang behaved quietly, sadly but with thoughtful etiquette, and ushered in the send-off very successfully, but when Yang Ye went to mourn, he was a little confused for a moment, and looked at her a little distracted.

The woman was supposed to stand by his side and entertain guests as a relative, but how could it be the other way around?

Thanks to grandpa, he still hurts him so much!

Thinking like this, Yang Ye had already walked towards him from his father's side, Qin Zhenghuang narrowed his eyes slightly, and inexplicably hoped for her stability in his heart.

However, she didn't stop, and after completing the etiquette, she slowly retreated, and even Qin Zhenghuang didn't see tears on her face.

This made him a little unacceptable, and the feeling was like being pierced by her dozens of bloody holes in the chest.

And he, still maintaining a motionless posture, stood in place, but followed her out with a cold-bladed gaze.

The housekeeper was on the side, seeing all this in his eyes, he walked up to Qin Zhenghuang, boldly, and asked quietly, "Young master, why don't I call the young grandmother back?"

"What's it called?" Qin Zhenghuang, who had been unresponsive, suddenly spoke in a cold voice, and then, his bloodshot eyes glanced at him, and then said, "She is no longer from the Qin family." ”

Qin Zhenghuang's tone was not high, but his tone was unusually violent, so frightened that the housekeeper quickly silenced him, and his atmosphere did not dare to flash to the side.

……

With the death of his grandfather, Qin Zhenghuang experienced unprecedented pain, and for a while, he couldn't slow down.

"Mr. Qin, please mourn. There are many things in the Qin clan that still need you to decide......" The assistant looked solemn, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only stay by his side and remind him at work, "The board of directors is about to be convened, and you should think about it for yourself." ”

Qin Zhenghuang's face was expressionless, his facial features were like smeared with thin ice, every inch was full of frost, and he sat behind his desk without saying a word.

The assistant stood on the side, not daring to say anything more, and after a long time, he called out unwillingly, "President?"

Qin Zhenghuang's lips were pursed tightly, with a bit of a fierce aura on his body, he suddenly stood up, walked to the window and stopped, turned around, and said to the assistant, "I know, what happened to the court lawsuit?"

The assistant's face instantly became a little ugly, and he looked at the president, "Just wait for the trial." He said this with difficulty, and then continued, "President, do you really want to treat Mr. Yang like this?"

Qin Zhenghuang swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva as if he had swallowed a poison that was difficult to swallow, and his voice was even more cold and squeezed out a word, "Yes." ”

It's just that his lips tremble a little obviously, and the sound of a monophonic word trembles lightly.

After this word, Qin Zhenghuang couldn't say any more, he calmly watched the people coming and going outside the window, and after a long time, he said, "You prepare the materials, including the materials for dealing with the board of directors, and give them to me." ”

At this time, the anger on Qin Zhenghuang's body calmed down a little, his throat rolled up and down a few times, and he said, "Have you heard my orders clearly?"

"Yes, President, I'll do it right away. The assistant nodded slightly, turned and walked away.

Qin Zhenghuang took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a lighter and lit it, and then swallowed the clouds and spit out the smoke like a wolf.

I don't know what happened to smoking this cigarette today, and the taste was bitter, like the bitterness in his heart.

He inhaled one after another, because it was winter, the doors and windows in the house were closed, and the whole room was covered with clouds and mountains and fog, filled with the pungent smell of smoke.

Qin Zhenghuang suddenly felt tired all over, he pressed the cigarette on his fingers, staggered to the sofa, and leaned on it decadently.

Sinking into the soft sofa, his face buried in the backrest, Qin Zhenghuang's eyes suddenly felt an indescribable sour heat, his eyes moistened, he tried his best to control his emotions, making himself look like he was still a nobody, but the gently shaking shoulders still betrayed himself.

The emotions that he had been holding back these days couldn't be contained in an instant, gushing out like a tide, his emotions were completely out of control, and he lay on the sofa weakly, and tears fell down one by one.

In his memory, growing up, he never knew what it was like to shed tears.

But today, he had a clear taste of it.

Not only because of the sudden death of her grandfather, but also because of Yang Ye, the assistant's investigation progress is reported to her every day, and the evidence of her collusion with Hua Miaojie is very sufficient, and at this time, He Jingpei is involved again......

Until this moment, he knew that what he wanted in his life had never given up, but only in front of her, he made an exception for her again and again.

Qin Zhenghuang was locked up in the president's office alone, no matter who knocked on the door, he never opened it again, and the assistant knew his mood and was also outside to block him.

After a long time, Qin Zhenghuang calmed down, he slowly got up, went to the lounge behind to wash his face, and then sat back on the chair, pressed the internal phone, and told the assistant that he could come in if there was something.

After giving these orders, his eyes fell on the documents that had been stacked like a small mountain on the table, and his face was calm, only a trace of red blood under his eyes revealed the pain in his heart.

However, Qin Minchuan did not let him quiet for a few days, and had already started another struggle against Qin Zhenghuang with the shareholders.

It was Monday's morning meeting time again, and all shareholders were once again inexplicably present to attend, and when Qin Zhenghuang walked into the conference room, he was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that he quietly finished the meeting agenda step by step.

The whole meeting, listening to the report as usual, giving decisions, everything was resolute, decisive and tough, and it looked the same as usual, without showing the slightest flaw.

After the senior personnel of the Qin clan went out, they looked around at the shareholders and slowly spoke, "The work of the Qin clan this week has been arranged, and the shareholders can start if they have anything." ”

His voice was calm, there was no emotion on his face, everything was so calm.

After a long time, no one spoke, Qin Minchuan saw that no one spoke, glared at the few people he arranged, and had no way to jump out first, "Mr. Qin, that's the case, the chairman has passed away, and now the Qin family has no leader, the shareholders are unstable, you are also grieving excessively now, and the shareholders are still worried about the operation of the entire Qin family." ”

"And then?" Qin Zhenghuang asked rhetorically, a slight smile on his lips, but that smile looked so distressing and sad, as if it carried the sadness of the whole world.

Qin Minchuan didn't seem to expect Qin Zhenghuang to have this attitude, and he was at a loss for a while, and after a moment, he said insidiously, "The shareholders are demanding a re-election of the chairman. ”