Blackie is gone.

Holding Qianqian's urn and saying goodbye.

Lin Ze didn't blame him. There's no right to blame him.

Be brothers. You did something for him, and he did something for you. We don't need to say much to each other. It seems hypocritical to say it.

Lin Ze also believes that the two will have a chance to meet in the future, but it is only a matter of time. So after Xiao Hei left, he didn't call to ask. He understood that since Xiao Hei chose to leave silently. Naturally, it's because I don't want to be disturbed by myself.

Lin Ze understands Xiao Hei, but not everyone understands Lin Ze.

For example, Black Beauty, she doesn't understand Lin Ze. She didn't plan to understand Lin Ze either.

Inside the airport, Lin Ze received a call from a black beauty. As soon as it was connected, it was like a firecracker on the other side, first a crackling scolding, and then a heart-rending cry. Crying, Lin Ze almost couldn't help but tear up the ticket back to Yanjing and return to the roulette.

But he couldn't, not to mention that Yanjing still had a lot of things to deal with. The influence on the black beauty left by himself alone was enough for Lin Ze to dispel this irrational thought.

"You're leaving?" Black Beauty asked, choked up.

"Hmm. Already at the airport. Lin Ze said bitterly.

"Will you come back in the future?" Black Beauty asked.

"It should be—and I'll be back." Lin Ze said hesitantly.

"I don't need ambiguous answers!" The black beauty snapped. "I need an affirmative answer!"

"Yes. I'll be back for sure. Lin Ze said busily.

"Really?" Black Beauty sobbed. "Didn't lie to me?"

"When- no, I didn't lie to you." Lin Ze wanted to spit out a sentence when did I lie to you, but looking back on those things back then, did I deceive her less? How many words did you say to her? He couldn't say that without being ashamed, he could only say very weakly that he wouldn't deceive, no.

"I believe in you. One last time I believe in you. The black beauty said in a sonorous voice. You heard what I said to my dad before, I still have time, and I'm still free until I'm forty. ”

This was a highly suggestive sentence, and Lin Ze had almost no ability to resist. But he had to go, there were too many things in Yanjing, too urgent, and he couldn't stay in London for a long time.

Lin Ze could imagine what the black beauty would look like at the moment, but he had to restrain his cranky emotions. Taking a deep breath, he said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm finally going to come back." ”

"Goodbye." The black beauty hung up the phone. didn't break off the connection with Lin Ze anymore.

Lin Ze took back the phone, sighed lightly, and entered the ticket gate alone.

He returned to Yanjing alone.

Wang Hao and others stayed in England and continued to lurk. Ruth said goodbye to Lin Ze at the supper that night. Counting the phone goodbye of the black beauty above, Lin Ze couldn't think of anyone else who needed to say goodbye to himself - it was just that the moment he entered the cabin, Lin Ze's head involuntarily looked back. It seems that he is expecting something, and he seems to be expecting nothing. Silently, he found a seat and sat down. Put on an eye patch and fall into a deep sleep.

This sleep was the sweetest he slept after coming to England.

This sleep, he forced himself to sleep soundly. The British entourage solved many things, but also left many regrets. But he knew that Yanjing's seemingly flowery beast was actually waiting for him in a fancy coat. He had to be mentally prepared to face it.

In just a few decades of life, how can you stay in painful memories and regrets?

He had fallen for half a year, and after he had recovered, he had coldly admonished himself. This is the only half a year that I have spent on Lang, and I must not waste my time because of emotional restlessness in the future.

When the plane was gliding, Lin Ze woke up quietly, stretched lazily, and was about to tilt his head to enjoy the night view outside the window, but was blocked by a man in a white suit.

Just as Lin Ze was about to retract his gaze, the man sitting by the window caught Lin Ze's regret, his body slowly leaned back, turned his head and smiled: "I'm sorry." ”

Lin Ze was slightly stunned, on the one hand, he was shocked by the agility of the man in the suit, and on the other hand, he was attracted by the appearance of the man in white.

He's handsome.

But the handsome one is very evil. Or the handsome one is not quite orthodox. is completely different from Chen Yifei's sunny and warm handsomeness. It can't be denied that he is still a handsome guy. Brother Xiaolin, who prides himself on being an idol, doesn't dare to compete with him at all. Seeing that the other party was polite, Lin Ze also nodded politely and smiled: "It's okay." After a pause, he asked casually. Are you Chinese? ”

"Yes." The man in the suit said politely. Just after saying a few words, he gently took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it a few times at the corner of his mouth.

This move is a little subconscious in Lin Ze's opinion, and some habits are natural. But no matter what, Lin Ze could see that this young and handsome guy was not in good health.

The next few slight coughs from the man in the suit confirmed Lin Ze's speculation. His health is not very good, even very bad. But during the ten or so hours of the voyage, the man in the suit did not make noise, and it was not until this moment that he subconsciously coughed twice. Lin Ze was a little surprised, it was not easy to hold back the cough. It's as hard as enduring the temptation of a hot girl. Lin Ze was in a trance for a moment. A trance for this man in a suit. But soon he diverted his thoughts, and secretly shook his head and thought to himself: "Have you seen fewer weirdos?" Why bother to get to the bottom of everything? ”

When he left the airport, Fauber was already waiting outside.

It was very cold, but the old man stood in front of the car in his coat, and it wasn't until Lin Ze appeared in his sight that he quickly greeted him and took the luggage. Squeezed out a smile towards Lin Ze and said, "It's been hard all the way." ”

Lin Ze smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything.

It's hard work, but it's not hard work for the Han family. Presumably, Fauber probably knew the purpose of his trip to London. Without saying anything, he went straight into the black car.

I thought that Fu Bo would come in after him, but I didn't expect to wait for a minute before Fu Bo sat in the driver's seat with a strange look.

Without waiting for Lin Ze to ask, Fu Bo was curious: "You are on the same plane as the Twelve Shao?" ”

"Huh?" Lin Ze was slightly stunned, and then asked inexplicably. "Twelve?"

"Young Master of the Bai family. That sick seedling. Fauber shook his head, and there was some pity in his words.

"Isn't it a handsome guy who is miserable, but looks very feminine?" Lin Ze remembered the man in a white suit he met on the plane.

"You've seen it?" Fauber said in surprise.

"Hmm. He sat in the same row as me. There were also a few small talks on the plane. Lin Ze smiled.

"Hmm." Fauber nodded slightly, not delving into this issue. Drive home.

Along the way, Fu Bo was relatively silent, and Lin Ze was not suspicious. Fauber was not an old man of words. When he can, he tries to keep his mouth shut. In addition, after sitting on the plane for more than ten hours, Lin Ze was also a little empty. I rolled up the window and lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly.

It wasn't until Lin Ze found out that the direction of Fu Bo's drive was not Han Xiaoyi's villa, but the villa with a solemn atmosphere where Han Zhenbei lived, that he was keenly aware of the problem and said cautiously: "Something happened to the Han family?" ”

"Something happened to the master." Fauber said calmly. But the words are full of melancholy.

"Boss Han had an accident?" Lin Ze raised his eyebrows, and asked a little helplessly. "What's the matter?"

Boss Han had an accident?

Isn't it calculated that Han Zhenbei can hold out for at least half a year? How do you say that something is going wrong? Is the problem serious? If it's serious, what should Han Xiaoyi do?

Unconsciously, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from Lin Ze's forehead. He forgot to smoke the cigarette between his fingers, and just looked at Fauber in the rearview mirror in confusion.

At this moment, he realized that Fauber's face, which was not too old, had many more wrinkles. Like an orange peel face. Old-fashioned.

"Stroke." Fauber said succinctly. "I can't move my legs. Half of my body couldn't move. Now I can only move by wheelchair. Only one of the hands is left to move on its own. The other one is crippled, too! ”

Lin Ze was immediately shocked, and he couldn't believe the facts explained by Fu Bo. I didn't expect that I had only been abroad for a month, and that domineering and high-ranking predator had such a serious situation. Moreover, Boss Han had a stroke, why didn't anyone inform him? Why didn't Han Xiaoyi inform herself?

The brain is very messy, and a lot of questions can't be figured out. Lin Ze rubbed his sullen eyebrows fiercely, and said in a deep voice, "Do outsiders know?" ”

"If you know, it will always reach your ears. Since it can hide it from you, naturally no one knows about it for the time being. Fauber said bitterly. But paper can't contain fire after all. Over time, people can always guess. ”

Lin Ze's eyelids jumped wildly, and he asked calmly, "What about Han Xiaoyi?" Where is she? ”

At this time, he didn't even bother to call Miss Han. Call her by her name directly. Obviously, Lin Ze's emotions were stirred to the extreme.

"I'm accompanying the master." Fauber said calmly.

"Hurry up!" Lin Ze patted the back of the chair.

"I'm trying."

The cigarette had been burned to the end, but Lin Ze's mind was extremely confused. He had to figure it out.

First of all. Han Jinbei had a stroke. Or rather, he lost most of his mobility. The only thing he could do was eat with his only remaining hand - and sign the contract.

Then Han Zhenbei can still hold the Han family now. At least you can hold the Han family to a minimum!

However, stroke is extremely prone to recurrence and extremely dangerous. Has his brain been hurt? Is the injury serious? Can you still work continuously? Can you still work with high pressure?

In Lin Ze's view, these questions are very difficult and difficult to answer. But in fact, Lin Ze thinks that Han Zhenbei can still exert fifty percent of his brain, which is the limit.

Finally, why didn't Han Xiaoyi inform herself? Do you not trust yourself? No! It was impossible for her not to trust herself. If that were the case, Fauber wouldn't have told himself at this moment.

Then there is only one answer, Han Xiaoyi is reluctant to tell herself. I didn't want to affect my mission in England, and I didn't want to worry about her.

Thinking of this, Lin Ze's mouth was full of bitterness, and his heart was full of pity and gratitude for her.

After sorting out these clues, Lin Ze still had one last question left.

"What did the doctor say?" Lin Ze asked worriedly.

"There's a month left." Fauber said bitterly.

Hearing this news, Lin Ze's brain exploded.

One month?

Yes, a month!

A month later, Han Zhenbei, the world-shattering hero, will pass away and will complete his glorious life. After that, the eldest lady of the Han family, this twenty-year-old dissatisfied girl, will support this stormy business empire with all her might!

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