Xu is the existence of Meng Wanwan, Feng Xuehua always habitually locks the door, at first An Zhicheng was very unaccustomed, several times without a key can only go to the guest room to sleep, after saying a few times, Feng Xuehua deliberately put a spare key in Zimo, saying that if An Zhicheng forgets in the future, he can find her. Over time, this habit continued.

This reason is very reasonable, Zimo didn't think much about it, just got up and walked around and said, "I'll go look for it, the key is still there."

With that, he got up and went upstairs to his room.

Soon, the key was found, and Zimo took An Zhicheng to the room and helped him clean up together.

Immediately afterwards, An Zhicheng asked Zimo to bring a photo of them in the study, saying that it was a memory, Zimo did not doubt him, and turned around and went to the study.

When he came back, An Zhicheng had almost packed up, and there were only a few clothes and a few photo frames in the box, and there were no other superfluous things.

As soon as Zimo lowered his head, he saw An Zhicheng's already gray hair and slightly rickety figure, and tears flowed down like this.

"Dad, I can't bear you.

When it was time to really separate, Zimo finally felt the reluctance deeply, and the heart-wrenching feeling swept through his body.

An Zhicheng put the box away, opened his arms and hugged his daughter in his arms, the sourness in his heart also came up, he sighed in a dumb voice: "Zimo, in the future, you have to be obedient, Lingcheng is a good man, remember to deal with others and don't mess around, Dad is still waiting for your wedding, hand him your hand." As he spoke, An Zhicheng's eyes were also wet, he paused, choked his throat and continued: "If you miss your father, call your father, or let's make an appointment to have tea together, your mother shouldn't say anything."

Zimo cried on An Zhicheng's chest, no matter what An Zhicheng said, she nodded directly. She knew that in the future, the number of times she threw herself into An Zhicheng's arms with such unscrupulous will only become less and less...

Life is like this, no matter how reluctant you are, you still have to separate when you should be separated.

Standing at the gate, Zimo watched An Zhicheng's car drive away, and then the taillights got farther and farther away, until they disappeared, and she was still standing at the door looking at the direction he left.....

Behind her, Aunt Qin came over with a sweater jacket, draped it over her, and said in a sad and distressed tone: "Miss, everyone is gone, let's go in."

Zimo turned a deaf ear, still stubbornly standing at the door, looking into the distance in a daze.

For a long time, she stared blankly at the light in the dark night, and asked softly, "Aunt Qin, did you already know?"

So for so many years, no matter how Meng Wanwan tried to please her, she was unmoved, and she still devoted herself to defending Zimo

Aunt Qin didn't speak, but just hugged her tightly.

Tears covered his face, a gust of wind hit, Zimo shivered, and sighed: "Aunt Qin, the two of us have been fighting for so many years, and in the end Meng Wanwan won, Dad chose her instead of me."

Aunt Qin couldn't help but said abruptly: "But you have us, Madam, Uncle, Aunt Qin, all here." Just then, the phone rang.

She seemed to be frightened, her whole person trembled, and when she saw the caller ID, she instantly suffocated and said, "Lingcheng, I don't have a father anymore!"

When Feng Xuehua came back, it was already one o'clock in the morning, Zimo was worried that Feng Xuehua would not be able to cool Lingcheng, but due to the fatigue of this day, she had already fallen asleep, but she was woken up by a loud noise in her sleep, followed by Feng Xuehua's footsteps kicking.

With a "bang", the door was opened from the outside, and then Feng Xuehua's bright voice sounded beside the bed. "Zimo, did you give the key to An Zhicheng? Did he come into my room?'

There was some anger in her tone, and she frowned, with a windy city servant look and exhaustion after a hard day's work.

Zimo was suddenly woken up, not very sober, looking at Feng Xuehua in front of her, she grabbed her hair in confusion, thought about it, and then replied: "Yes, Dad said, what's wrong with him taking a change of clothes and a photo of us, Mom?"

After knowing that Feng Xuehua heard this, the whole person who was angry spun around in place, she grabbed her hair tightly with both hands, and said hoarsely: "What do you take to change clothes, the place where he lives is next to the shopping mall, do you want anything?" Is he An Zhicheng the kind of person who is thrifty? Didn't the clothes be re-customized after wearing them two or three times? You still believe his lies?!

She looked at Zimo with a hint of disappointment in disbelief, and continued: "Also, a group photo? Do you think that if your father really cherished us a little, our family would have come to this point? Just a group photo will make your heart soft and bottomless, and open this door for him!

This crackling question directly made Zimo stunned, she was a little dazed, what happened to make her always calm mother so angry? Still yelling at her?

It's the first time she's grown up like this....

"Mom, what's wrong?" Zimo didn't feel sad at all, just lifted the quilt, walked to Feng Xuehua's side, hugged her shoulders, frowned and said, "Don't worry, no matter what happens, we'll slowly figure it out."

After the anger passed, reason returned, Feng Xuehua also slumped, and sat on the bed with Zimo's support. After a while, she lowered her head, looked at her snow-white hands that were clenching her, and muttered in a low voice: "Zimo, your father, took away all the confidential documents I put in the safe...

The house was originally designed by her and the chief designer, and the safe was designed at the head of the bed, blocked by the bed board, and she thought he would never find out. It's just that I didn't expect that An Zhicheng didn't know when he actually found out, and pretended not to know anything, and finally gave her the heaviest blow before leaving....

"What?!" Zimo was shocked, no wonder her mother had this habit of locking the door, it turned out to be because of this

She then asked, "What files, is there a backup?"

But it's a pity, Feng Xuehua shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It is to prepare several important cooperation cases that have been won recently, and some of the materials prepared in them. There are also preparations for the 20th anniversary celebration that Ann is preparing to hold after taking office. This activity doesn't matter, we can think about it again, but there is no way to prepare the materials for those cooperation cases, even if there is a backup, but as long as An Zhicheng has the intention to participate and steal our information, then we have no way at all.

Zimo clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Then let's sue him!"

Who knew that Feng Xuehua just smiled miserably, looked at Zimo and whispered, "How to sue?" The original manuscript is in his hands, and there is no way to prove that we came up with this plan...