No matter how his grandfather objected, he insisted on not taking over the Meng clan and chose to stand on his own, not because he regarded money as dung, nor was it a so-called attempt to prove his ability, but that company was the dream of him and Su Ran, and the only memory between the two of them now.

So even if there is constant pressure from his family, even if everyone is against it, he will never give up.

He always thought that as long as the company was still there, there would still be hope between him and Su Ran. This time, he definitely won't let go.

Flower City, the old residence of the Yang family.

After returning from the hotel, Su Ran lay on the bed in the bedroom for a while and couldn't sleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she would think of Meng Yun's suppressed and focused eyes, as if they could shoot straight to the bottom of her heart, making people tremble.

It's not the first time she's seen that kind of look, the last time was three years ago.

"Are you going to break up with me?"

"yes, I can't stay with you anymore."

"I'm sorry, I know you won't believe anything I say now, but can you give me a chance, and I'll do my best to make it up to you."

"If you really care about me, please don't show up in front of me again."

When she was twenty-two years old, the day before Su Ran's birthday, she stood on the walking path of the hospital and resolutely ordered Meng Yun not to appear in front of her, he just looked at her quietly with such a depressed and focused look.

As if he hadn't said anything, and as if he had said a thousand words.

On the contrary, she couldn't stand this kind of staring, and fled in embarrassment like a vanquished, and it was three years to escape.

For three years, she almost deceived herself into not paying attention to any news about him, but she still inevitably knew about him from the mouths of the outsiders: I heard that he had rejected the transfer of shares by the head of the Meng family, and founded the company despite the opposition of his family.

She clearly remembered that he had always listened to Old Man Meng before, and had never taken the initiative to speak out against his identity as the heir.

Those specious rumors of Mr. Meng are very different from the quiet, calm, and sometimes somewhat naïve teenager she remembers.

If even memories have become unreliable, what is left between them?

Kangping Avenue, located in the central business district of Huacheng, is the hardest hit area in the morning and evening rush hours, and it is also the main road in the city.

So even after 6 p.m., there is an endless stream of people and vehicles, so a black Audi A6 parked on the side of the road for nearly half an hour is particularly eye-catching in the traffic that comes and goes.

Meng Yun stared straight at the familiar figure in the café, he saw Su Ran at the intersection, and asked the driver to follow her all the way to the café.

He sat in the car and watched her sit by the window and saw the man walking towards her.

At that moment, an emotion called jealousy swept through his body.

Su Ran sat in the café in the most prosperous area, staring at the man sitting opposite her in a daze, this man had been seated for an hour now.

Su Ran listened to him talk about the hardships of leaving his hometown to study to the success of starting a self-made business, from ordinary wine in France to the political system in the United States, and from time to time he jumped two lines of Shakespeare's poems.

The man was about twenty-four, wearing a dark green suit, a pair of black-framed glasses, and a pair of exaggerated flower pants on his lower body.

subverted Su Ran's long-standing belief that all boys look good in dark green.

Why do I think all boys look good in dark green? Su Ran's pious self-examination.

By the way, it's because of Meng Yun, she likes to see Meng Yun wearing dark green.

She still remembers him leaning against a tree trunk in a dark green sweater and blue jeans, with one hand in his trouser pocket and a sketchpad in the other, with autumn leaves under his feet.

Hearing her footsteps, he looked up and smiled, his eyes twinkling with a tiny glint.

That was the first time she clearly realized that the boy had taken root and sprouted in her heart from time to time.