In the bright and quiet president's office.

The man on the leather sofa has clear facial features, cold and handsome, and a black Armani suit adds to the ascetic temperament.

He was signing with a pen in his right knuckled fingers, and a phone in his left.

Hearing a familiar voice on the phone, he paused to sign.

His brows furrowed, his inky black pupils narrowed slightly, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, you talk, I came to see you, I was stopped downstairs and couldn't go up, oh, you talk to the beauty at the front desk, let me go up?"

After hearing no response for a long time, Jing Shimo sighed in his heart, his brother wouldn't still be angry, didn't forgive him, it's been a few years.

There was an eerie silence for a moment, and then Jing Shimo didn't speak anymore, only the sound of each other's breathing on the phone.

The beauty at the front desk didn't dare to come out, for fear of being fired accidentally.

She said that why is this handsome guy so familiar, it turns out that he is like the president of her family, and the president of her family is a brother, it's over, she just stopped him from going up, I don't know if he will be complained.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Jing Shi, who had already gotten up from the sofa, looked at the scene of the bustling avenue outside, with mixed feelings and thoughts.

After a moment of silence, as if trying to turn on something, he turned around and picked up the phone he had placed on the table again, and held it to his ear.

The thin lip flap touched up and down.

"Come up."

The two words are flat and have no ups and downs.

A click, a blind beep indicates that the phone has been hung up.

Jing Shimo, who was waiting for the year here, had his eyes lit up and grinned.

"Oh, thank you, beauty, you just heard my brother say two words."

Handing the phone to the front desk, Jing Shimo raised his eyebrows.

The front desk laughs, what can she say, she can only laugh.

This time he got on the president's exclusive elevator, and the front desk did not stop him.

Unless she really didn't want to do it, she dared to stop it, and she heard those two words clearly, it was their cold and loud voice.

……

Jing Shimo came all the way to the 27th floor unimpeded.

Jing Shishen's special assistant Chen Zheng saw him and immediately said hello.

"Second Young Master."

Jing Shimo nodded, anxious to see his brother, and didn't say a few words to him.

Arriving at the door of the office, he exhaled nervously and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A deep voice came from within.

Jing Shimo pushed open the door and walked in.

The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him, the warm sunlight shining all around him, and the cold air that permeated his body and mind was not expelled by the sunlight.

Jing Shimo's eyes were slightly stunned.

His brother lost weight.

The slimmed back and waist can be seen at a glance.

He opened his mouth.

"Brother."

Jing Shishen turned to look at him, his eyes shallow.

"Hmm."

The two brothers looked at each other, and the atmosphere became awkward for a while.

Jing Shimo lowered his eyes.

Before I saw him, he had a lot of things to say to him, but he couldn't say anything when he really saw people, in fact, he wanted to tell him a lot in the past three years.

Brother, let's reconcile, don't be angry, everything is my fault, sister-in-law will come back.

But he can't say this, once he says it, it's not the business of the two of them, it's about two families and three people.

Misunderstanding is misunderstanding, sooner or later the truth will be revealed.

His brother must have been very happy at that time.

Sighing silently, Jing Shimo spoke.

"Brother...... You okay? Recent...... Thinking about going back to see your parents? ”