"Jingmian, you are my destiny."

The last beam of fireworks rose to the highest point, silently blooming behind Mr. Ren, dyeing the entire night sky.

"I was born for you."

Chapter 87

Jing Mian couldn't speak for a long time.

For him, Mr. Ren's words were too shocking. Probably for anyone.

His heart was washed away by the violent surging emotions, and he should have responded at this time, but Jing Mian opened his mouth, but he felt that the tip of his nose was touched, and it was unspeakably sour.

But at last, he was able to open his lips and respond, but his voice was not as coherent as usual: "Sir, that, I ......."

"No, give me an answer right now."

The man interrupted in a low voice.

At the same time, Jing Mian felt his head being rubbed by his wide palm, and Mr. Ren inadvertently stroked the young man's inconspicuous thin scar with his fingertips downward.

"I just want you to know all of a sudden."

Mr. Ren lowered his eyes, his lips were pale and said in a soft voice: "Don't feel pressured because I wrote the answer. ”

"You can refuse to answer the question."

The man's voice was slightly lower, and in the silence of the fireworks, the magnetism was clear: "Or write the answer someday for the rest of your life, even if it will be used for a long time." ”

Jing Mian's Adam's apple rolled, unconsciously held his breath, and asked in a low voice:

"Even if you can't give an answer in your lifetime, doesn't it matter if you sir?"

……

The air is in the gap,

There was inexplicable silence for a few seconds.

After a long time, when Jing Mian thought that the other party would no longer reply, he began to retract his fingers, and his fingertips were cold and became apprehensive. Until I heard the man's voice not far from the reddened ear, a deep voice sounded:

"Sleep, our marriage is not an exam, and there is no time limit."

Mr. Ren paused, his tone did not fluctuate much, but he inexplicably had a reassuring power, and said word by word: "You can slow down." ”

"Because we still have a lot of time."

Jing Mian's eyes slowly widened,

I felt my heart shake.

"Whether it is Ren Xingwan in your eyes, whether it is a gentleman or a brother."

The man looked at him and whispered:

"He won't leave you."

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Waterfront restaurant, Yuxuan Pavilion private room.

The middle-aged man stood up, picked up the wine glass, and bowed with his back while smiling: "Mr. Xie, thank you for this trip, I have done this glass, you are free." ”

Jing Guozhen drank the liquor, the spicy feeling spread down his throat, and the old man's forehead burst out with green tendons, and his face was sullen, but he still squeezed out a smile.

That Mr. Xie looked at him, with no expression on his face, with a little wordless mockery and subtlety.

Speaking of which, Xie Hejun was still carried by Jing Guozhen back then.

Unexpectedly, later, this wolf-hearted thing jumped ship and went to the company under the name of Ren's enterprise.

Looking at the current person who looks like a dog, in fact, this kid lacks great virtue and is bad and oily.

It's just that feng shui takes turns, and in just a few years of hard work, now the one who drinks and laughs has become himself, but just to ask for a chance to meet the young ruler of the Ren family.

Or strictly speaking, his daughter-in-law - Ren Xingwan.

Since the last time I had a falling out at the dinner table, I impulsively said something like breaking off the relationship in front of Jing Mian. After that, he never had the chance to see his son again.

Jingjia's business has been increasingly depressed in the past two years, and it is not easy to get married, and with the support of the Ren family, it is not easy to take on a few big projects.

Who knew that since that quarrel, these CEOs have invariably begun to avoid him, and several negotiated withdrawals of shares and capital, and even those that are about to fall into written contracts, have also sunk into the sea and have not been heard from.

Even if Jing Guozhen's reaction is sluggish, he can detect it,

This is related to the quarrel at Jingluo's birthday party.

More than half a month has passed since now.

Jing Mian is not yet twenty years old, so in Jing Guozhen's subconscious, Jing Mian will always be a member of the Jing family and his son of Jing Guozhen. Maybe sometimes rebellious, but most of the time I listen to my father.

He didn't have a real sense of the marriage agreement between Mianmian and someone else until now.

It is said that the husband has one heart, but he didn't expect that Mianmian just suffered some grievances from himself, and this kind of housework behind closed doors actually made the daughter-in-law feel distressed.

And now the only way out for the Jing family has fallen on his son, who has been somewhat neglected.

Li Qiao kicked Jing Mian out of the family group, WeChat could not be contacted, Jing Guozhen once tried to call Jing Mian, but found that he could never be connected when he called, and when he tried to find Jing Mian and Ren Xingwan's residence, he found that he was nowhere to be found.

He even thought of looking for a school to go to Jingmian, but before he could get close, he was stopped by a few bodyguards in suits and leather shoes who got out of the car.

He knew sleep, and the child, though silent, couldn't do it to this extent.

The one who prevented them from meeting was naturally the man behind him.

Jing's family has too many asset loopholes, and there is nowhere to fill it, and if it continues like this, within half a month, Jing's will declare bankruptcy.

Jing Guozhen had no choice, and finally thought of Xie Hejun's path, which was his last chance of life, in order to fight for a chance to meet Ren Xingwan.

Xie Hejun sat on the chair and toasted to his former boss who was a few years older than him, without even raising his eyelids: "Regarding the project, Mr. Jing doesn't have to worry about it." ”

"You may be in the middle of the game without knowing it."

"But if you ask soberly, now in the circle, who dares to cooperate with Mr. Jing?"

"To be honest, Brother Jing, I admire you too." Xie Hejun sighed and mocked: "You can play such a good hand of cards to a bad time." ”

"If it is my son, and marrying the powerful person in charge of the Ren family, the relationship after marriage is very good...... Xie Hejun raised his hand: "I can spoil my son to the sky, and I have to take off the stars in the sky." ”

"Are you stupid?"

"Not only is it not spoiled, but it also connives, and you are the little third concubine who has a bad stomach and has more than enough success, and even quarreled with the little boy at the birthday party, scolding is not enough, and she also broke off relations with others......"

Xie Hejun raised his eyebrows and said strangely: "Which green onion do you think you are?" ”

Jing Guozhen couldn't hold back his face anymore, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Xie, you don't have to say it so ugly......"

"Song Zhinian was the daughter of the Song family back then, and you were the son-in-law who was carried up." Xie Hejun scolded: "You don't cherish such a good wife, look at the present, the Song family has ignored you in the past ten years?" ”

"The wolf's heart and dog's lungs are nothing more than that, if it weren't for Jingmian, even if the Song family didn't hesitate to go bankrupt, they would have let you wander the streets to ask for food."

"But fortunately, it's not too late, Jing Mian is now the person in charge of the Ren family, although Jing Mian's grandparents have passed away, the remaining Song family no longer has to worry about their grandson suffering with you." Xie Hejun laughed, "You are in such a situation now, in addition to the Ren family, the Song family is indispensable to add fuel to the fire......"

Jing Guozhen's face turned pale.

He put down his glass and left the box without looking back.

Because the liquor entered his throat, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and each step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

As long as the Ren family slows down and lifts them a little, it will not fall to the point where it is today.

He ...... to Jing Mian Is it really not good enough?

Jing Guozhen was picked up by the driver and returned home.

Before entering, he glanced in the direction of the garage and began to estimate in his heart how much money he could get in exchange for selling his car and villa.

But no matter how you calculate it, the loss is like a black hole, which cannot be filled at all.

When Jing Guozhen entered the house, he found that the living room was empty.

Li Qiao knew that he had caused trouble, so he didn't come downstairs to pick him up at all, but hid in the bedroom and pretended to be asleep.

In the living room, there is only a small figure sitting on the sofa.

Jing Guozhen took off his shoes and clothes and asked, "Luo Luo, why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Jing Luo lowered his head, seemed to sniff, and whispered, "The wine smells so big." ”

Jing Guozhen's face was a little embarrassed.

He urged, "Where's your mother?" Hurry up and go to bed. ”

"Mom said you were going to sell the car." Jing Luo paused for a few seconds and said, "There is still a place for us to live, is it true?" ”

Jing Guozhen was stunned for a long time before he said, "Maybe." ”

Jing Guozhen was angry, so he said: "Whether you sell it or not depends on your brother." ”

Jing Luo was stunned and didn't speak.

"Daddy." After a while, Jing Luo asked in a low voice: "On my birthday, after my brother quarreled with you that time, did he get sick?" ”

"What?"

Jing Guozhen paused, and was stunned by his youngest son's unexplained sentence.

"Have you ever asked how your brother is doing?"

Jing Luo sniffed and called again, "Dad." ”

"My brother is sick."

……

"Very seriously ill."

Jing Luo raised his head and looked at him with red eyes: "You never knew, did you?" ”