(255) The Secret of Twenty Years of Time

Yan Shaocheng's gaze was direct, looking at her so closely. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info condescending, and the gaze is mixed with something incomprehensible, just like that, there is a creature in this world that is only special, and his name is Yan Shaocheng.

Fang Jingxian in her sleep is not a hedgehog, just like an ignorant child who is greedy for sleep. There is a feeling as if something will change just by embracing fate.

Yan Shaocheng stood aside, quietly, looking at Fang Jingxian, as if there were 11,000 emotions struggling in his heart. But he seemed to be just looking at her, without any emotion, looking at her alone.

If it weren't for such an accident, maybe she would also be a very willful woman, just like Fang Luyao.

It's just that her calculations seem to be hidden deep in her bones, indelible, as if that is her armor, her best, camouflage tool.

Not everyone who has been injured can proudly stand in front of the initiator. That's how many bloody experiences it takes to get to where we are today. This feeling may only be understood by those who have been hurt.

It's just that they can't sympathize, they can only choose to do their best, and their interests can't be compromised, so they are also destined to be hedgehogs.

Yan Shaocheng picked up Fang Jingxian, sighed, and carried out his office, his office did not have a rest room, so he could only carry her back to her original office, there was a rest room in her office.

The number of office floors is also different, which has attracted the attention of many employees along the way, although the two are already husband and wife, but they should not be so arrogant in the company to show affection.

He hugged her, feeling that she seemed to have eaten a little fat recently, which should be the reason why she was lying at home recently, how could she be thin according to her previous behavior? However, it is estimated that she will lose weight immediately, because of the ownership of the founder and the follow-up problems, some of her will go to run.

It seems that in fact, their fate is also very simple, because it is simple, so it is strange. It's as if they were machines destined to fight.

Yan Shaocheng pushed the door with his feet and went directly to the rest room, where there was a bed, which was as simple as the simple configuration of a hotel.

Yan Shaocheng put Fang Jingxian down, then pulled the quilt and covered her directly, and left the windbreaker for her, in case she got up and was cold.

Just as he was about to leave, Fang Jingxian's hand grabbed unconsciously, as if he wanted to grasp something solid.

Of course, maybe she was dreaming about something bad, so she desperately needed to catch something.

Yan Shaocheng's eyes seemed to be examining her, and he seriously looked at the value of this person named Fang Jingxian. It seems that it has been seen clearly, but it is like a fog that it is not clear.

There was something struggling in Yan Shaocheng's gaze, and there was some inexplicable resistance in his thoughts. He reached out and took her hand down.

Fang Jingxian didn't have any thoughts in her sleep, so naturally she wouldn't do anything to resist.

As if he had also discovered this, he reached out to touch her face, Fang Jingxian's face was full of changeable emotions and deadly disguises.

He wanted to tear through her perfect disguise, but he didn't seem to want to. It seems that if it is torn, it changes, but it also seems that when it is torn, it is liberated.

In the end, he approached Fang Jingxian and kissed her. Gentle and tender, but it has become violent again, as if it wants to strangle her, but it has once again turned into the warmest kiss. It's as if I'm sorry for the other person's emotions.

Yan Shaocheng, a man who seems to always have a bit of elegance, always has his established thoughts. And others can't easily shake it.

But Fang Jingxian slept soundly from beginning to end, she was always peaceful like a child, and he seemed to be a complete bastard. Bastard, just like she said.

Eventually, he smiled, still with the smile he was used to. His smile was so warm that it seemed to have defended everything.

The piano ringtone on his mobile phone rang, and he hurriedly pressed to answer. glanced at Fang Jingxian, who was asleep, and then walked out of the rest room and went to the office to answer the phone.

"Brother." A familiar voice called, who else could it be if it wasn't Yan Xiangwei?

"What's the matter?" Yan Shaocheng is the same as usual, and nothing has changed.

"I've found this person, and the content has been sent to you." Yan Xiangwei's work efficiency is indeed very high.

"I know, I'll be back when I'm done." Yan Shaocheng's words were direct, and he did a good enough job in terms of business.

"Brother, he said that the woman had a stitch scar on her arm. What to do? The woman in Yan Xiangwei's mouth was the last woman Pan Wanlin saw.

"Anything else?" Yan Shaocheng's official attitude is very clear.

"The details have been sent to you."

"Okay, then it's none of your business, come back." Yan Shaocheng hung up the phone and looked at Fang Jingxian who was sleeping peacefully in the rest room.

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Back in his office, Yan Shaocheng immediately opened the email on the computer and printed out the information. Paper documents have always been much better than electronic ones.

Walking to the fax machine on the side, Yan Shaocheng took out the document and carefully read the text on it.

It clearly reads the so-called neighbor's statement, and his eyes fall on the stitch scar on his left arm. Stitch scars on the arm.

Sure enough, human memory is always so special. A person's memory is often like this, and people's memories of appearance basically have vague concepts. But for some special personalized things, the memory is deep, such as scars.

Yan Shaocheng's gaze stared at the words of the stitch scar on his left arm for a long time, and then he picked up the lighter on the table and lit it and burned it in the ashtray. Just watched it burn to ashes, as if he could do nothing as long as it burned out.

There is also audio material in the mailbox, the audio recorded by Yan Xiangwei. Yan Shaocheng was in no mood to listen to it, and he didn't plan to listen to it.

Yan Shao is hiding a secret, a secret that seems to have been delayed for nearly twenty years. But it seems that there are some difficulties now, and this secret seems to have become a kind of bondage, linked to his fate, and to control his life that has been misplaced.

He walked over to the computer, deleted the words "stitch scar on his left arm," then took a closer look at the document and reprinted it when he was sure it was correct.

Yan Shaocheng closed the mailbox, then walked to the fax machine to pick up the materials, took out an empty folder from the filing cabinet, and sandwiched it in.

Then he emptied the ashes of the ashtray into the trash, and behaved like an elegant gentleman as always. (To be continued.) )