The moment the door was opened, Han Zhihuan felt his heart beat in his throat.

I saw the familiar scene that haunted me again, and I stopped for a few seconds, but I never saw the haunting person come out.

The room is empty. Han Zhihuan stood in front of the open door, feeling that there was no way for him to step into an empty room without her.

Calling "An An" softly to the room, no one answered. One second is like a hundred years! The time of waiting, time and space suddenly changed, and Han Zhihuan was taken away from the scene by a familiar feeling, as if returning to his childhood.

At that time, I was still very young, standing at the door of the kindergarten, looking at the "Your Father" introduced to him by my mother, "Your Father" obviously disgusted and fierce eyes swept towards him, at that moment, the feeling that I was too young to describe was the feeling at this moment.

Han Zhihuan's index finger and thumb smoothed his unconsciously frowning brow.

Convinced that Ahn Chae-rui was not there, Han Zhihuan retreated from the door of the room.

Dragging his luggage, in a trance, he got out of the elevator, and looked out of the building blankly, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten his car at the airport.

Fortunately, maybe my current state is not suitable for driving at all.

Flagged a taxi home.

The mother came to open the door, and her eyes were delighted: "Are you back...... There was not even anyone to talk to in the house for the past two days. Your aunt is in love like an old house on fire, and she is out of control. Probably both of them were wary and sincerely accepted each other...... Look, I'm just talking about it, are you hungry...... Ah, Huan'er, why do you look so bad, are you feverish?...... Do you want to get some sleep? Oh ......."

In front of Tang Yunrou, the door of Han Zhihuan's bedroom was closed.

Only the suitcase still in front of the door reminded her that it was indeed not a dream, and Zhihuan had returned from a business trip.

As for the pale face and poor complexion, it is probably caused by business trips and jet lag. Design this kind of work, there are always people who think that it is just a casual drawing on paper, but in fact, it is also very brainy, especially if they need to be mass-produced, they want to combine design with production ability......

Even if Zhihuan was sleeping, Tang Yunrou felt that the home was instantly full of popularity.

The hourly worker in the kitchen had already made four dishes, one soup and one soup, and was about to call it a day, when Tang Yunrou hurriedly instructed her to make another stir-fried shrimp. At the same time, he ordered tomorrow's dishes for his son, and Han Zhihuan likes bamboo shoots, hooves, pickled and fresh.

Tang Yunrou calculated, it was only six o'clock in the evening, and when Zhihuan took a nap, it might only be ten o'clock when he got up. Young people have a fast metabolism, and it is inevitable that they still have to add a meal. The food of this table was reserved for him to eat at that time.

Tang Yunrou deliberately left a note before going to bed, informing him that there were vegetables in the refrigerator.

The next day, she woke up and the note was still there.

On the door, on the dining table, on the refrigerator door.

She was puzzled: it was understandable that young people were sleepy, and they slept until dawn. But it's almost eight o'clock now, why hasn't there been any movement to get up?

Tang Yunrou had the heart to knock on the door, but she was a little reluctant, afraid that she would have a good dream of arguing with Zhihuan, so she stayed by the side of the meal and waited patiently.

Waiting until half past eight, Han Zhihuan with a pair of panda eyes appeared.

This is not scientific! I slept soundly for fourteen hours last night, why is my complexion still so bad, or even worse? Tang Yunrou stared at Zhihuan's tired face in astonishment: "Huan'er, what happened?"

Han Zhihuan shook his head weakly.

"The design can't be connected to mass production?

Han Zhihuan smiled bitterly and shook his head again.

"Find your dad when you have a problem, don't fight alone!"

Han Zhihuan froze, glanced at his mother twice, her mother's expression was calm as usual, he pressed the conversation, reluctantly ate a piece of white bread, and prepared to go to work.

"You're eating too little. ”

"It doesn't matter, the company has a canteen, and you can go to make up for food when you're hungry. ”

Tang Yunrou was very distressed, so she had to let him go.

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After a night of hard thinking, Han Zhihuan came to the following conclusion: he was completely confused!

The bell also needs to be tied to the bell.

He needs to find his father, ask him, and if necessary, ask for him. He didn't want his first love to be stillborn like this. Even if, even if...... Han Zhihuan plucked up the courage to think, forget it, Xingxing may not be so bad, Xingxing may have other reasons, it is definitely not what he thought.

Han Zhihuan patted his cheek to make himself more energetic.

Han Zhihuan, who is inconvenient without a car and is not good at instructing others, has to run the airport again by himself. In this way, when I arrived at the company, it was almost 11 o'clock. His stomach was rumbling in protest, but he didn't have the heart to eat at all.

He went to his father's office and wandered outside the office again.

"Minister Han, do you want to see the chairman?"

Secretary Liu asked Han Zhihuan with a smile.

The person in front of him is the future head of the Snowflake Group, although he is now working in the design department in a low-key manner, and he is not even a minister, but Secretary Liu has always been exquisite, how can he not know the chairman's intention to pass on the family business!

Han Zhihuan was asked by Secretary Liu, and suddenly became a little panicked. He ran up angrily, but he hadn't thought about what to talk to his father about. If the two of them clash in the office, will it damage the majesty of the father in the eyes of his subordinates......

"Uh, I'll come back later. ”

Han Zhihuan turned around and left, extremely sad in his heart.

He found that he was even more afraid of his father than he thought!

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While Han Zhihuan was wandering outside the office door, Han's father was looking out secretly through the blinds. Han Jingying also looked at her father with concern.

According to the agreement, as soon as her father's raised hand fell, she quickly hid in the suite in the office with lightning speed.

However, the father turned back in frustration: "He turned and left." ”

Han Jingying also sighed.

"Am I fierce?" asked Han's father about his daughter.

Han Jingying turned her head and ignored him.

"I should at least be reasonable. Han's father changed his body and asked his daughter on the other side.

Han Jingying turned her head again and ignored him.

"Did I ever be violent against him?"

Annoyed by the question, Han Jingying got up: "You must think that the red flag at home does not fall, the colorful flags flutter outside, the career is booming, and your life is satisfying." I wish you a successful fix for the first bug in your life as soon as possible, make your life more satisfying, and live up to your genius IQ of 141 points!"

Father Han: "You're angry!"

"How can I be angry in front of my genius father, and how can I question what he is doing?"

"You're still angry!"

Han Jingying spread her hands and stopped talking. She moved a high stool and leaned against the glass curtain wall to look at the scenery on the road downstairs.

"What if he doesn't come to me in a month?" Father Han asked his daughter sadly, sitting on a large office chair.

"Are you worried now? What about the determination you made when you first executed the plan?"

"Oops, when are you going to get angry?"