No one has ever told her about Zhihuan's younger brother in full.

However, the more words are spoken, the more they are secretive, the more they can arouse Han Jingying's desire to protect.

She doesn't ask, doesn't listen, doesn't want to. is working harder and harder to be Han Zhihuan's good sister, and it seems that she is showing with her actions that in her mind, Zhihuan's younger brother she identifies.

Today, I suddenly saw that my father had something to hide, and it had nothing to do with the company, so he didn't tell his mother, and he guarded against Zhihuan's mother, and the spearhead was clearly pointed at Zhihuan.

Han Jingying frowned and pondered: Why did my father ask that sentence just now, what was he secretly referring to, and would his answer lead him in a direction that was not favorable to Zhihuan's younger brother?

I really want to do it all over again.

"Dad, you just asked which is more important, emotion or reason? The answer to this kind of question cannot be one-size-fits-all, and it must vary from time to time and from time to time. Let's say, let's say......"

Han Jingying died in a hurry, but she still didn't have a hurry, she really wanted to say, let's not compare, let's say it clearly.

Glancing at Zhihuan's mother, who was smiling easily and happily, Han Jingying had no choice but to sigh: Sometimes the simplicity of the people around her is also a burden.

Han Jingying couldn't go on, but Han's father's eyes lit up: his daughter should have guessed why he was distressed.

He also glanced at Zhihuan's mother, but he didn't care about it like his daughter: "I suddenly remembered that there is something else to do in the company, Jingying, you can go with me." ”

After speaking, regardless of the loss in Zhihuan's mother's eyes, he picked up his daughter and walked out.

Looking at Zhihuan's mother, who came out with a smile and a smile, Han Jingying looked embarrassed.

Ride home with my father.

In the car, Han Jingying said: "I knew that I didn't really think about the company." ”

"The company's little thing is also called a problem? These days, I admire the ancients very much. The ancients said: It is difficult for a clean official to interrupt housework, what a true saying! I think I have an IQ of 141 points, and I almost capsized in housework...... Jingying, I'll just tell you. ”

The driver automatically puts on the headphones.

Han's father leaned on the sofa, exhausted, and confided his secret inner world to Han Jingying.

Han Jingying listened quietly and fell silent.

In the magic capital in late December, the broad leaves of the plane trees on both sides of the street have turned yellow and withered. A gust of wind or a gust of rain can bring down a lot of dead leaves. As a result, the road is paved with a layer of colorful sycamore leaves.

Many members of the public have reported that the falling leaves are like a golden carpet, and stepping on them is full of the wonderful sound of autumn. The Municipal Greening and City Appearance Bureau then complied with the public opinion and opened up a number of deciduous landscape roads in the magic capital, and the fallen leaves were not swept for people to step on in autumn.

Han Jingying's home, two rows of ginkgo along the road.

The golden ginkgo biloba leaves fall with the wind.

When Han Jingying got out of the car, a ginkgo biloba leaf fell impartially, and landed on her arm of the car door. The lagoon-blue wool fleece sleeves add a deep gold accent.

Han Jingying stared at the fan-shaped dark gold with intent, and her tone was full of unpredictable emotion: "Have you figured it out?"

There was no one in the car to answer.

"It's good that you've figured it out. ”

There was still no one in the car answering.

Han Jingying gently closed the car door and got out of the car first.

She looked up at the depression of the trees, and her expression was quite gloomy.

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Han Zhihuan finally spent his business trip week in all kinds of unbearable anxiety.

During the 12-hour flight from Los Angeles to Shanghai, Han Zhihuan swept away the tiredness of the continuous design, and his heart was very excited when he thought of the people he would see soon.

Han Zhihuan was on a plane in Los Angeles at 3 p.m., which was 6 a.m. Beijing time. He was reluctant to wake An Cairui.

Got on the plane and turned it off all the way.

Flying over the meridian line, flying over the time difference of more than 15 hours, at 1 o'clock in the afternoon of Beijing time that day, Han Zhihuan landed in the magic capital.

The first thing I did when I landed was to turn on my mobile phone and call An Cairui.

To his great surprise, it was Father who answered the phone!

Han Zhihuan subconsciously thought that he had dialed the wrong name, but his father dispelled his conjecture: "An An, I'm taking a nap." ”

Han Zhihuan almost threw away his phone!

How did her father know An Cairui? He also called her An An intimately? And said that she was taking a nap?

If I'm not mistaken, I shouldn't have had the chance to introduce them to each other......

"You, you ......" Han Zhihuan was completely speechless because he was too surprised.

He suddenly thought of one thing, his father seemed to be famous for his suave image when he was young.

This sudden thought made him fall into an ice cave, and his hands and feet were instantly cold.

It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly outside the floor-to-ceiling window, but Han Zhihuan felt that the clouds were covering the sun and the world was collapsing!

"You're speechless. From today on, you will never want to see An An again!" The father's voice was not hurried, not angry, and rang in his ears through the microphone.

Obviously, the volume is not high, but every word is like a thunderbolt.

"How, how ......" Han Zhihuan wanted to ask what was going on, but based on his usual fear of his father Jiwei, he couldn't even ask.

The phone was hung up by the father on his own.

Han Zhihuan's heart was full of emotions, and he had the urge to call the phone back, even if it was still the phone answered by his father, he wanted to ask, what is the meaning of a thief's weak heart? What misunderstanding did his father have about him? Most importantly, what is An An's current situation?

He held the phone, held the phone...... His thumb shook and shook on the name of "An An", but he didn't press it after all.

He...... Still afraid of my father!

People got down from the boarding bridge and hurriedly walked to the baggage claim or exit with many steps, but Han Zhihuan walked step by step, step by step, every step was extremely difficult.

On the half-rolled arms, a crisp and warm new tweed coat, a well-cut suit, shiny leather shoes, a fashionable thin tie, and a men's scarf with a faint silk sheen and geometric patterns...... But with a downcast and godless face.

He seemed to be dragging his body for ten thousand pounds, all kinds of strange sounds roared in his head, and his body only relied on instinct to maintain his usual decency.

Han Zhihuan had no idea how he got out of the airport or how he got into a taxi.

The driver asked him three times in succession where he was going, so that he could connect with the outside world a little in his confused thinking.

"Yangpu District, Xiangsheng Yujiang Bay. ”

The driver drove out of the airport, and Han Zhihuan sighed: "I seem to have forgotten my luggage at the airport." ”

Driver: "......"

Tossing back and forth, when I arrived at Xiangsheng Yujiang Bay, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Han Zhihuan dragged his suitcase and stood at the door of Xiangsheng Yujiangwan's community, and he felt cowardly in his hometown. His heart was pounding, and he began to numb himself, lobbying himself not to be afraid, the phone call just now was nothing more than a prank, even an illusory nightmare. Angel was still in his house, eagerly waiting for him to return.

She said, "I'll wait for you to come back." ”