As Georgeson's business got on track, James seemed busier.

He looked at the document bag that Zhao Zongli had just sent over on the desk, the corners of the thick paper pocket had been worn, and the seal that was faintly visible at the seal had been blurred. What old secrets were hidden in there, he didn't dare to open them to find out.

He stared at the file bag in contemplation for a moment, then raised his hand and solemnly tore open the seal, pulling out a stack of yellowed dossier paper and spreading it on the table, he looked at it with trepidation. This is the internal torture record of the police station, from arraignment, torture, confessions, ...... Until he died unexpectedly, every word on the paper pierced his heart like a steel thorn.

It was getting late, and James was still immersed in heavy thoughts, repeatedly trying to figure out the words on the file, for fear of leaving any clues. He had guessed what had happened hundreds of times and thousands of times, but when the truth was unmysterious, it still stinged him too much to bear.

James sat at the table with his head propped on his hands, and for a long time, he looked up tiredly, his eyes red. He stood up, picked up a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet next to him, and looked at the bottle in deep thought.

Zhao Zongli knocked on the door and walked in, saw James and said with some concern: "President, you should be very tired today, I'll send you back to rest." ”

James smiled bitterly at him, "You're just in time, have two drinks with me." He slammed the bottle open.

Zhao Zongli could understand his mood at the moment, the hidden pain of the scar being uncovered little by little, at this time he might need a little alcohol anesthesia, so he took two glasses and handed them over, and the two of them drank in front of the flickering lights outside the window.

James let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, looked out the window but didn't know where to focus, and said leisurely: "Zongli, things are more complicated and ...... than I imagined Cruel ......" he choked up and couldn't speak. "But it doesn't matter, it's going to be over soon, and we'll be able to get out of here when we're done. Those who should be punished are punished, those who are rewarded are rewarded, and then everything is at peace. ”

"Brother Mu, as long as it is what you want to do, I will do my best to help you achieve it."

James looked at him and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "It's been a long time since I've heard you call me that." Over the years, you have been running around with me, and you have worked hard. ”

"Brother Mu, don't say that, my life is all picked up by you, and everything you should do for you."

James looked into the distance, "Time flies so fast, in a flash, you have been following me for almost ten years." ”

"Yes, I was thirteen years old at the time, and after being abandoned by my adoptive parents, I was stealing food on the streets of London. When I was about to be beaten to death by the bakery, you saved me, paid for my bread, and took me in. ”

"With your skills, that bakery owner can't hurt you at all, why would you rather be beaten than fight back?"

"It's me who did something wrong, and I deserve to be beaten, so I'm embarrassed to fight back."

The corners of James' mouth curled slightly, and his thoughts returned to before. "You reminded me of my old self, and if I hadn't met Mr. and Mrs. James, I would have been living on the streets like you, with no food to keep me in and no clothes to keep warm." James took a sip of wine, and then said, "Zong Li, when this matter is over, you must also make new plans for your future, and you must live a bright and comfortable life. ”

"Brother Mu, I want to follow you all the time. What are your plans for the future? Zhao Zongli hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "What are you going to do with Miss Lin?" ”

James frowned and squeezed out a bitter smile, "Of course, I want to send her away, leave Shanghai, the land of right and wrong, and let her live the life she wants." As I said, what should be repaid is to be repaid, and the favor of an apple must also be repaid. Then he looked up and drank the wine from his glass, and filled himself again.

"What's going on over there with Yang Tianqi? Is it going well? ”

"It went well. Yang Tianqi is really a good material for business, with a flexible mind and a down-to-earth hard work, and when these two batches of foreign yarn are sold out, he can arrange for him to meet directly with British manufacturers to order. Zhao Zongli paused, hesitated and said, "It's just that the relationship between men and women is not something we can control." ”

"Water comes naturally." James smiled sourly, then poured another glass of wine into his stomach.

Zhao Zongli helped James staggered upstairs. Yuhan heard the sound and put on a shirt and got up and came out.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, she stepped forward and helped James into the room.

James was already very drunk, and when he saw Yuhan laughing, he pointed at her and said vaguely: "Lin Yuhan!" You have to live well, live well......"

Yuhan didn't understand the meaning of his words, and turned his head to look at Zhao Zongli.

Zhao Zongli tugged at the corners of his mouth and explained embarrassedly: "President, he drank too much." ”

The two helped James into his room and put him on the bed, and Zhao Zongli took off his shoes and coat for him.

"Miss Lin, I'm going back. You should also rest early. ”

Zhao Zongli left, Yuhan stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at the sleeping James, he had never seen him so drunk, what was the trouble? Lying on the bed, James' brow furrowed, and he closed his eyes and muttered something. Yuhan listened carefully and realized that it was the word "water". She went out and came back with a glass of water, but James seemed to be asleep, Yuhan put the cup on the bedside table and gently pushed him, "James, James......"

James rolled over and grabbed her arm. Yu Han was startled, and immediately withdrew his hand and wanted to pull out his arm, but he wrapped it tighter, and Yu Han froze there and didn't know what to do.

James's eyes were closed, his eyebrows were tightly locked, his lips were squirming and muttering, as if he was struggling with fear and pain, and finally held on to a life-saving straw. The James, who had always remained hard, cold, dignified, and elegant, was gone, and he looked like a child who needed to be protected.

Somehow, Yuhan felt that a soft corner in her heart was slowly melting.