Seeing Cheng Hao's eyes, Xue Cheng hurriedly lowered his head, and a sour feeling surged in his heart in an instant.

In order to hide his uneasiness, he asked Xiaoyuan to wash a few apples.

After a while, Xiao Yuan happily took out the apples and put them on the coffee table, picked them up and took a bite.

Xue Cheng smiled very much, and Cheng Hao also showed a long-lost smile.

"Fool, it's not for eating! peel it with a fruit knife!" Cheng Hao shook his head while laughing.

Xue Cheng added: "If you don't cut it, you will have good luck next year!"

Xiao Yuan's eyes widened: "Really?"

Cheng Hao smiled, picked up one first, and cut it to the head with a few knives.

Xiao Yuan frowned, where is this peeling, his apple skin is finished, and there is only one core left in the big apple.

Xue Cheng is even more stupid, his hands are not as good as his feet, but he still finished peeling apples seriously, but his level is not as good as Cheng Hao.

Xiang Xiaoyuan glanced at them with disdain, then took the fruit knife, and was just about to cut it when she suddenly asked, "Is it the longer the better?"

They nodded.

Xiaoyuan he, the apple skin fell from her hand thin and thin, stretching continuously.

The two of them only have envy.

In order to keep going, Xiaoyuan cut very slowly and carefully.

Xue Cheng looked at her serious appearance and thought it was funny, and then asked her, "Do you know what Christmas is?"

Xiaoyuan didn't dare to be distracted, so he slowly replied: "I know, I learned English in middle school, and it's the day when Santa Claus comes to deliver gifts!"

They laughed again, and it seemed that this little girl understood so much.

Xiao Yuan was a little angry when he heard them laugh like that, and he was distracted, and saw that the apple skin on his head was broken all of a sudden.

"Ahh

They also felt a little pity, it was rare for her to cut so long.

Xiao Yuan regretfully picked up the peel: "Really, you shouldn't be too greedy!"

If she hadn't hoped too much for a smooth next year, she wouldn't have peeled the fruit for so long.

I usually peel an apple and never break it, but today it is broken.

"It's okay!" Xiao Yuan smiled: "I don't believe it!"

If it is broken, it will be broken, if an apple peel can affect her mood, then she will not be called Xiang Xiaoyuan.

Cheng Hao and Xue Cheng glanced at each other, thinking that she would be very angry and blaming them for distracting herself, but she didn't expect her to be happy.

Xiao Yuan cleaned up the table, said goodnight to them, and wanted to go back to the room.

Xue Cheng stopped her: "Do you know, hang your socks outside the door, and you will receive a gift from Santa Claus tomorrow morning!"

"Really?" Xiao Yuan's eyes widened.

Xue Cheng held back a smile and nodded.

"Okay!" Xiao Yuan happily replied and ran upstairs.

Cheng Hao scoffed: "You just trick the child into playing! Who can believe it!"

But before he finished speaking, Xiang Xiaoyuan ran down again, holding a big woolen socks in his hand, which she wore as knee pads in winter, big and long.

"Is this okay?" asked Xiao Yuan cautiously.

"This is also ...... It's too big, isn't it?"

Xiaoyuan was a little embarrassed: "I want a bigger thermos cup...... I'm afraid the other socks are too small for Santa Claus to fit in......"

Before her words fell, Cheng Hao and Xue Cheng were already laughing there.

Xiang Xiaoyuan had no choice but to lower his head, his little face was as red as Santa's clothes, and slowly turned back upstairs.

"No, no...... If you laugh any longer, you're going to have stomach cramps!" Xue Cheng lay on the sofa and couldn't straighten up.

Cheng Hao also laughed out of tears.

This little guy isn't here to be funny, is he?

It took a long time for the two of them to stop laughing.

"I want to go out for a walk!" Cheng Hao said suddenly.

"I just want to!" Xue Cheng also became serious.

**

Cheng Hao carried Xue Cheng and galloped on the brightly lit Chang'an Street, and the body was reflected by the lights on both sides of the street.

Xue Cheng lowered the window and let the cold wind blow his hair.

In fact, every Christmas is the saddest day for him, if his father had not hurried back for the holiday, he would not have left him so early; if his father had not hurried back for the holiday, he would not have tasted the warmth and coldness of human affection and the coldness of the situation in the year of the weak crown.

He glanced sideways at Cheng Hao, who was concentrating on driving, and handed him a cigarette: "Or?"

Cheng Hao shook his head, Xue Cheng lit it himself, put the cigarette in his mouth, and stretched his arm out of the window.

At that time, Cheng Hao was just a small department manager under his father, and I heard that it was because Yuntong acquired his company that he got the position of manager.

He has been working under his father in obscurity, but Xue Cheng still has a deep impression of him.

He doesn't talk much, he is very tall and handsome.

This was Xue Cheng's first impression of him.

At that time, Cheng Hao was just a young hairy boy, although he had the experience of attending a famous school abroad, but his qualifications were still shallow.

Everyone flattered him very much, but he was the only one who was indifferent. is the only one who will take the invoice of his random consumption directly to his father.

Since then, Cheng Hao has become his god of wealth, more precisely, it should be the god of plague.

Because my father ordered that all his expenses must be approved by Cheng Hao.

Since then, the days when I spend money like flowing water have all plugged in my wings and flown without a trace.

At that time, he hated Cheng Hao, resented Cheng Hao, and even threatened Cheng Hao, but he was all indifferent.

At that time, everyone felt that Cheng Hao was just a little indifferent and stubborn kid.

Until the day the bad news came, the day when the father and stepmother were pushed into the operating room......

That day, the stepmother, who had always regarded herself as herself, did not open her eyes again, and the first person my father woke up to see turned out to be Cheng Hao.

He hated, resented, and was jealous, and even wondered if this man, who had been forced by his father to call him big brother, was his father's illegitimate son.

Of course, this kind of suspicion is not only for him.

ON THAT LONG AND DIFFICULT WINTER NIGHT, WHEN THE SINGING OF "MERRYCHRISTMAS" SOUNDED ALL AROUND, CHENG HAO WALKED OUT AND HE WALKED IN.

Seeing his father's reluctant and worried gaze, he wanted to smile at himself, and his mouth moved to make a few words, but his hand fell lightly and was open.

For the first time, Xue Cheng knew that the word "gone" was true......

That night he stood there dumbfounded, but he couldn't cry, and all around him was crying hoarsely, like a show.

It's loud, but it doesn't sound sad.

turned his head, but saw Cheng Hao standing at the door, looking at him with a very indifferent look.

Xue Cheng didn't cry because he couldn't accept this fact yet, and he didn't believe that it was the result.

Cheng Hao didn't cry because he had a lot of things to do and didn't have time to cry.

He walked up to Xue Cheng and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"If you want to cry, cry quickly, tomorrow you won't have time to cry!"

Sure enough, after a night of watching a rich and wonderful performance, everyone ripped off their disguises and argued to the death for their own interests.

Among those people, there were elders whom Xue Cheng had always respected, cronies who called him brothers, and those who flattered him and asked for Haode to follow.

And many relatives he has never seen and heard of have also sprung up.

For the first time, he felt that his young master, who had always been high, was just a chess piece in their hands, moved around by others with the changes in the battle situation.

Just when he felt that he was about to collapse and just wanted to escape, Cheng Hao finally appeared.

The momentum on his body was overwhelming, and the people who were still arguing and cursing just now instantly quieted down.

The lawyer read the will, word for word.

When it was over, the crowd suddenly erupted in curses that were stronger than just now, and angry curses erupted.

But soon it was quiet again, because people didn't see a trace of expression on Cheng Hao's face.

Only a few old foxes with political experience realized that they might have met a rather powerful character.

Of course, there are a large number of rentiers who do not see it that way.

At that time, almost everyone thought that this kid was nothing more than cannon fodder, a backing for the crumbling company.

Because the endless economic lawsuits and power struggles have become long and protracted battles, some of which have not even ended until now. Newspapers are also overwhelmingly reporting on Yuntong's crisis.

Of course, there are a few people who don't think so, such as Ni Kun, who has been watching the fire from the other side.

However, in a very short period of time, Cheng Hao stabilized the overall situation, put Xue Cheng in the position of chairman, and became the CEO of Yuntong.

The chaotic situation is finally back on track.

At that time, Xue Cheng felt his strength for the first time, and in the most dangerous time, he always supported himself, and he was completely impressed by him.

He remembered the words that came out of his father's mouth as he died—

Trust him......

***

Cheng Hao looked at Xue Cheng out of the corner of his eye, this rich second-generation boy who had always been a gentleman in his heart, was stronger than he imagined.

On that Christmas Night, he was in danger, and he knew what chaos and thorniness awaited him.

In the face of such a young master who is not deeply involved in the world, his position is sometimes very important.

But at that time, Xue Cheng showed unusual calmness.

He didn't help, but he didn't add to the mess either, he wasn't vulnerable enough to be vulnerable.

It was only after a brief period of sadness that he calmly accepted this fact.

Every year at Christmas, it doesn't become the hardest day, because this big boy is very self-regulated, he will happily decorate the Christmas tree, happily spray snowflakes on the glass and walls, he is happy, at least on the surface.

Although in the dimly lit corner, just like now, he still showed that lonely and sad expression.

But Cheng Hao still felt that Mr. Xue's sudden death did not make Xue Cheng grow up, and he was still like a heartless, immature child.

However, Mr. Xue's spirit in the sky will definitely not want to see Xue Cheng every day, unable to extricate himself from grief, giving up on himself or the walking dead.

He's already doing a good job......