The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a smile

"If she's still here, she's about the same age as Miss Ling, that's great."

Ji Fengting looked at Ling Xiaoyuan, and thought about the past in his heart, and couldn't help but feel bitter.

Ji Fengting lowered his head and looked at the white sheets, which were also white, but they were not what they used to be.

"Click" "Click"

Without noticing, tears fell on Ji Fengting's glasses, and Ji Fengting's vision was blocked by tears pouring out one after another.

He couldn't hold it anymore, and his already thin body trembled slightly as his emotions fluctuated.

Ji Fengting put away his emotions and took out the glasses case in his pocket, and in the glasses case, there was an identical glasses lying quietly.

Ji Fengting changed the glasses on his nose, Ji Fengting looked at the watch on his wrist, and waited quietly for thirty minutes.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Ji Fengting was busy, he packed up the medicine box and prepared to leave.

As soon as his hand was attached to the doorknob, Jiang Fuxuan began to speak.

Ji Fengting deliberately paused and quietly listened to Jiang Fuxuan's words.

"If you want me to go, you can let her return 25% of Jiang's shares to me."

"You know that my aunt is crazy about buying the shares of other small shareholders of the Jiang family, just to give Jiang Lingchen, it's not kind to do this, right?"

"Isn't it kind, she wants to catch big fish, and she doesn't want to send dried shrimp?"

Jiang Fuxuan snorted and sneered, as if he had heard a very funny topic.

"Your words, I will tell you the truth"

The door was gently shut, and there was hardly much noise.

Jiang Fuxuan made a good code and typed four words "Jingcheng Jiang's" on the keyboard

Soon many pages popped up, and the top was the relationship chart of the Jiang family, with a clear mark on it "Eldest Son Jiang Fu Xuan"

Jiang Fuxuan took a deep breath, then quickly closed the webpage and pulled out the USB flash drive.

He closed his eyes, and the precipitated memories appeared in his mind, which he originally thought could slowly disappear over time and be replaced by more memories.

In Jiang Fuxuan's memory, the person of his mother, this title, is extremely alienating to him, not to mention maternal love.

He is not white, he can be very gentle when he sees everyone, why can his mother be so cruel to him.

Jiang Fuxuan has not been liked by his mother since he was a child, and his mother always gives priority to his younger brother when he has any good things.

Not to mention the later incident, between Jiang Fuxuan and Jiang Lingchen, her mother pushed herself out without hesitation.

Jiang Fuxuan still remembers that his mother smiled so ruthlessly that day that she didn't even want to give it to herself if she didn't even look at it more.

At that time, Jiang Fuxuan, who was only eight years old, cried and cried, took his mother's hand, and asked her why she abandoned him.

His mother pushed him away in disgust, and her cold and heartless answer made him remember it for twenty years, and it is still impressive, as if it happened yesterday.

"Because you are my doom and my disgrace."

This sentence, in Jiang Fuxuan's mind, I don't know how many times I repeated it.

Jiang Fuxuan suddenly sneered, "Doom? Shame? Hehe, you're so naïve. ”

Jiang Fuxuan felt that he, this mother, was very funny, and he treated her like a curse twenty years ago, and he was disgusted like dirt.

Unexpectedly, twenty years later, she would beg her son, who was the first wealthy lady in Jingcheng, to beg her son who she had never looked at.

A dog has his day

Jiang's development is not as good as day by day, and Jiang Lingchen's eyes, when he was twenty years old, suddenly lost his yin.

"If you have the ability to overdraft the future, will you still choose Jiang Lingchen, that blind waste?"

Jiang Fuxuan reopened his eyes and looked carefully, in those eyes, there was only power strife, and there was endless deep, all-consuming fear.