"I know, Mr. He." The assistant was instructed to go out quickly to do the business at hand.

He Yanshen looked at the column of the legal representative on the legal person's power of attorney, and his mood was a little complicated.

He Mingsong and several generations of the He family created the huge scale of Bloomage, he was forced to inherit the company, Bloomage has been in the top five in the B city, and now Bloomage is a big piece of meat in everyone's mouth, everyone wants it.

If He Mingsong didn't sell Hua Xi until he sold it, I don't know if he would vomit blood and die in anger?

He Yanshen has been influenced by people in high society since he was a child, and in the environment where he grew up, most people were forced to accept the assigned path, saying things against their will, and being vain and wronged with one after another the same people.

Maybe they didn't want to do it, but in the end they all became like that.

He Yanshen was cultivated as the heir of the He family, and he never felt family affection since he was a child, and his mother has been depressed all day since she married He Mingsong. She was forced to accept He Mingsong's junior and junior outside, raising He Yanshen sickly, constantly instilling negative thoughts in him, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore and jumped off the building in front of He Yanshen.

That day, he didn't wait for the driver, he walked back from the school with expensive tuition fees alone, and Mother He stood by the railing of the attic on the fourth floor with a haggard expression, looked down at her only son, and said, "Ah Shen, mom is sorry for you, but, mom loves you, remember." ”

The last words she gave to the world were her last words, and then, He Yanshen watched her jump from the attic on the fourth floor, as if there was nothing worthy of her nostalgia in this world.

Until now, He Yanshen would also dream of buying an afternoon, he was standing downstairs in clean leather shoes that had been wiped, and watched his mother jump down from the stairs, he reached out to pick it up but was dragged by the housekeeper, his mother's blood splashed all over his body, and the clean leather shoes were also full of blood.

He Mu keeps saying that she loves, but she doesn't want to stay with him, is this also love?

He Yan hated everything and hated all the little threes and fours, and he hated all men who liked to touch flowers and grass like He Mingsong.

Every step he took was the path He Mingsong designated for him, and every thought he had was different from He Mingsong, but he was forced to break it and became the same as him.

He hated He Mingsong, and he hated himself even more.

When night fell, He Yanshen got up from the boss's chair, picked up the papers that had been on the table for an afternoon, and walked out of the office.

The five-colored neon changed colors in the eyes, and the dark sky was lit up by the lights of the towering buildings, and there was not a single star in sight, but a strange blood red.

On the viaduct in the distance, the people who came and went around were dazzled, and He Yan's dark and deep eyes stared at the passing vehicles for a few seconds, and finally stuffed the document into the storage box, not taking it to do what he wanted to do.

He drove aimlessly on the road, and when the car drove to the People's Hospital, he looked at the glass door from a distance. Doctors, nurses, and patients all come and go, and the smell of fireworks in the world is filled.

On the iron chairs in the hall, there are rows of emergency infusion people, some in a daze, some have fallen asleep, and some are playing with their mobile phones. There was a little nurse who was shuttling back and forth in the crowd, busy and anxious.

He Yanshen looked at her and remembered Ji Shaotang, who had just gone to work, she was so busy at the beginning, but later she had enough qualifications and her ability was seen before she was transferred to the operating room to start the main operation.

He knows everything about Ji Shaotang.

He Yanshen came back to his senses and drove the car to continue moving forward.

Some of the things that have happened over the years flashed in his mind like a marquee, the good and the bad are all being staged, he can't choose which part to play like watching an online drama, and the bad ones can be skipped. Every frame and scene was something that had really happened, and he couldn't stay away from it, and he couldn't escape it.

Cayenne was finally parked downstairs in Ji Shaotang's apartment, and He Yanshen took out a pack of cigarettes from the storage box and shook them out and lit them. In an instant, a hazy cloud of smoke rose from the carriage, obscuring his expression.

He Yan stretched his brows, shook the burning cigarette butt in the ashbox, extinguished the half-burned cigarette, pushed the car door and walked down.

The window on the twelfth floor was imprinted with a warm yellow light, and there was a faint shadow wandering over there, and He Yanshen couldn't see it clearly.

He walked up the stairs, step by step, from the first floor to the twelfth floor. He never felt that the road was far, but it was still very difficult to actually walk. Maybe this is like the distance between him and Ji Shaotang, obviously it looks quite close, but it is always estranged step by step.

Ji Shaotang looked at the rude panda playing with water angrily on the tablet, it was seen and said, as if he understood, turned his head and didn't look at the camera, but the action of playing with water stopped. She hooked her lips and smiled, especially gently.

Xiaoha was eating the food she bought temporarily on the balcony, the milk orange was rolling in the cat litter box, and everyone did their own thing, and no one delayed anyone.

There were three rhythmic knocks on the door, and three pairs of eyes looked at the door at the same time, staring directly at the white wooden door panel, as if some terrible monster was standing outside.

"Meow~" The sound of the screaming chicken came again, Ji Shaotang paused the video, and walked over to open the door.

"Baa~" Xiao Ha's voice reached He Yanshen's ears the moment the door opened.

Ji Shaotang looked at him stupidly and asked, "Mr. He, what are you doing?" ”

He Yanshen squeezed through the door and looked at a black sheep.

Xiao Ha looked at He Yanshen, quickly put aside his gaze, and continued to eat his own things without paying attention.

"How is it at home? Didn't I tell you to send the racecourse? He Yanshen asked as a matter of course, and the word "home" came out of his mouth, as if the place where Ji Shaotang lived was his home.

Ji Shaotang blocked in front of him: "This is my business, and it has nothing to do with Mr. He." When she saw He Yanshen, she remembered the high-profile engagement between him and Ji Shaotang.

My heart still throbs, but it's not as strong as it used to be. She vaguely felt as if she didn't love him much anymore.

He Yanshen was selectively deaf, and when he walked into the living room, he saw the cat rolling in his toilet at a glance, and met its round little eyes, and the sound of a screaming chicken suddenly sounded happily in the living room.

Milk orange crawled out of the litter box with her little short legs and crawled towards He Yanshen, as if trying to climb up his trouser legs.

He Yanshen took a step back with some disgust, stopping the tragedy of the milk cat climbing his clothes, "Wife, do you still like this little guy?" I found it in a hurry that day, and I didn't even look at it properly. ”

When Ji Shaotang heard this long-lost title, he was a little stupid.

She thought that He Yanshen's illness was cured before she quickly got engaged to Ji Shaoliu, why does it mean now? Mistaken again? But she didn't smell the alcohol in the air. If He Yanshen drank wine, she would definitely be able to smell it.