There are not many courses in the second half of the senior year, and the graduation thesis is almost ready, Huang Mingyue found a job for herself in T City, which is a small foreign trade company, even the boss and employees are only about a dozen people, and the original finance is going to have a child in two or three months, and Huang Mingyue can go to work directly as soon as she graduates. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If this is a protracted battle, Huang Mingyue has to find a way out for herself.

For several afternoons, Huang Mingyue took a dozen stops of buses to the small garden opposite the Huang Group building. The small garden of forty or fifty square meters in T City is decorated with flowers and green trees, and there are often nearby residents who play here with their children.

Huang Mingyue sat under the wisteria trellis, and the Huang Group building was just across the road. The twenty-five-storey building, adorned with a glass curtain wall, shines brightly in the sun. A heavy shadow was cast behind the building, which weighed heavily on Huang Mingyue's heart.

Huang Mingyue's gaze stopped on the seventeenth floor. Imagine that in a corner of one of the offices, Huang Mingchuan is buried in his desk, striving for the beautiful life he envisions.

The sun is a little harsh.

Huang Mingyue narrowed her eyes, and her gaze gradually moved to the top floor of the Huang Group.

That's where Huang Yiqing's office is, he shouldn't be able to hold it anymore, right?

The corners of Huang Mingyue's mouth hooked up a sneer. Huang Yiqing is a shrewd businessman, but he has not done it wisely in this matter. How can he guarantee that the children he abandoned twenty years ago will still be loyal to him twenty years later and willing to protect this huge business empire for him.

Perhaps, in Huang Yiqing's mind, they are the watchdogs of the Huang Group first, and then his flesh and blood.

In the more than 20 years that Huang Mingyue has grown up, there is no word father in the dictionary of her life. After being reborn, Huang Mingyue often thought that the reason why she was so infatuated with Jin Wenlu was perhaps from Jin Wenlu, and she had never gotten the feeling of being pampered. So she is like a child who has just tasted the sweet taste of honey, and after touching that sweetness, she can no longer let go.

Huang Mingyue has carefully studied the history of Huang Yiqing.

His family history is really lackluster. Just like most cliché eight-o'clock TV series, Huang Yiqing, a young and capable salesman from a small town, touched the heart of the boss's daughter. In the end, the entire company, including the boss's daughter, became his bag.

Huang Yiqing abandoned his wife, abandoned a pair of children who were waiting to be fed, abandoned his conscience, and finally dug the first pot of gold in his life.

Huang Mingyue also didn't know what her mother Shen Yunfang was thinking.

She took great pains to send her and Mingchuan to Huang Yiqing's side without a trace, what was it for? For as long as she can remember, she had never heard her mother mention Huang Yiqing's name — even when she was alone behind her children's back to secretly gather information about Huang Yiqing.

She believes that her mother still has feelings for Huang Yiqing, but no matter how far-reaching and long-lasting this relationship is, it can't withstand the damage of more than 20 years. Huang Mingyue never naively thought that her mother wanted to renew her relationship with Huang Yiqing. Because in the previous life, after Huang Mingyue and Huang Mingchuan moved back to the Huang family's mansion, Shen Yunfang still stubbornly lived in S Town.

It's hard to guess what mother was thinking.

Huang Mingyue always felt that she just wanted her children to live a better life.

In her previous life, Huang Mingyue experienced the dilemma of being desperate for a penny. Money is a good thing. But too much money often ferments sin and sin.

Mother is still too naïve in the end. Twenty years ago. She sent Huang Yiqing to Pan Lizhen's side, and was tragically robbed of love; Twenty years later, she repeated the mistake of the past and sent a pair of children into the tiger's mouth alive.

Twenty years ago, she was no match for Pan Lizhen; Twenty years later, she is no different.

Huang Mingyue was suddenly enveloped in a deep sadness and couldn't extricate herself. If that's their fate, she'd rather let go and fight before fate barrays its fangs.

The sky gradually darkened, and the Huang Group building opposite was lit up one after another.

Huang Mingyue raised her wrist, and the hands of the watch on her wrist were already pointing to 6 o'clock.

She got up, stood on the stone bench, and cast her eager gaze on the door of the Huang Group.

Well-dressed white-collar workers, one after another, poured out from the ground floor like a tide. This is a group of urban elites, but when they step out of the building of the Huang Group and blend in with the countless hurried crowds, what awaits them is nothing more than an ordinary life.

I don't know how long I was looking forward to it, but a familiar figure jumped into Huang Mingyue's eyes.

Rao is distance across the road, and Huang Mingyue still clearly recognized Huang Mingchuan at a glance. Huang Mingchuan stood at the gate, hesitated for a while, and then trotted all the way towards the bus stop sign across the road.

Huang Mingyue's gaze was like a spotlight, watching Huang Mingchuan's sturdy and upright figure pass through the crowded zebra crossing, getting closer and closer to her.

Huang Mingyue jumped down from the stone bench and hid her body into the wisteria flower stand next to her. It wasn't until Huang Mingchuan squeezed into the bus back to school that she walked out from behind the wisteria trellis.

The 9-to-5 office worker, who struggles every day for a mortgage and car loan in this big city, reaps a little sweetness and happiness - this was once Huang Mingyue's fantasy of graduation life. But people are not as good as heaven, before she really entered the society, she turned into the eldest lady of the Huang Group - the poor and sad eldest lady.

Huang Mingyue slowly raised her gaze, the Huang Group building seemed to be a monster entrenched in the twilight, coldly laughing at her little dust mustard trying to reverse her fate.

The lights on the twenty-fifth floor are still shining.

Huang Mingyue took out her mobile phone from her pocket and dialed a number on the twenty-fifth floor as if demonstrating.

You only care about the wealth you have built up for most of your life, and you need to find a reliable and competent caregiver for your wealth. And the person I care about, we breathe and share the same fate, and we see each other as treasures.

Huang Mingyue gritted her teeth and swore secretly: In this life, I won't let you take him away so easily, even if you are our biological father!

The phone rang for a long time before someone picked it up, a noisy background sound.

"Mingyue?"

"Mingchuan, are you off work?"

"Well, I'm on the bus back to school." Huang Mingchuan pulled his voice to block out the noise on the bus.

"I have something to tell you."

"Say, I'm listening!"

"I can't tell you on the phone." Huang Mingyue's expression became cold, and her palms began to sweat slightly.

"What's so mysterious?" Huang Mingchuan said in a pleasant tone.

Huang Mingyue paused, lowered her voice, but every word was extremely clear: "It's about our father!" ”