Holding Qianqian's urn and leaving without saying goodbye,
Lin Ze doesn't blame him, and has no right to blame him.
As brothers, you have done something for him, and he has done something for you. There is no need for too many words between each other. It would be pretentious to say so.
Lin Ze also believed that the two of them would have a chance to meet again in the future, it was just a matter of time, so after Xiao Hei left, he did not call to inquire. He understood that since Xiao Hei chose to leave silently, it was naturally because he did not want to be disturbed by him.
Lin Ze understands Xiao Hei, but not everyone understands Lin Ze.
For example, Black Beauty doesn't understand Lin Ze, and she doesn't intend to understand Lin Ze.
At the airport, Lin Ze received a call from a black beauty. As soon as he answered the call, the person on the other side was like setting off firecrackers. First, there was a crackling curse, and then he burst into tears, which made Lin Ze almost cry. I couldn't help but tear up my ticket back to Yanjing and return to Roulette,
But he couldn't. Not to mention that Yanjing still had many things to deal with. Just the influence he left on Black Beauty was enough for Lin Ze to give up this irrational idea.
"You're leaving." Black Beauty asked choked with sobs.
"Well, we're already at the airport." Lin Ze said bitterly,
"Will you come again in the future?" Black Beauty asked,
"Probably, he will come back." Lin Ze said hesitantly,
"I don't need ambiguous answers." Black Beauty snapped. "I want affirmative answers."
"Yes, I will definitely come back." Lin Ze said hurriedly,
"Really." Black Beauty sobbed, "You didn't lie to me."
"When did I,, no, I didn't lie to you." Lin Ze wanted to say "When did I lie to you?" But looking back on those things back then, he didn't lie to her enough. What he said to her was true. After a few words, he couldn't say it confidently and confidently. He could only say feebly that he would not cheat, no,
"I believe in you, for the last time." Black Beauty said forcefully, "You heard what I told dad before. I still have time, and I will still be free before I am forty years old."
This was a highly suggestive statement. Lin Ze had almost no ability to resist, but he had to leave. There were too many things in Yanjing and they were too urgent. He could not stay in London for a long time.
Lin Ze could imagine what Black Beauty looked like at this moment, but he had to curb his random thoughts, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I will finally come back."
"Goodbye." Black Beauty hung up the phone directly, and did not continue to talk to Lin Ze.
Lin Ze took back the phone, sighed softly, and entered the ticket gate alone.
He returned to Yanjing alone,
Wang Hao and others stayed in England and continued to lurk. Ruth had already said goodbye to Lin Ze during the supper that night. Counting the phone call from the talented black beauty to say goodbye, Lin Ze couldn't think of anyone else who needed to say goodbye to him.
But the moment he entered the cabin, Lin Ze's head couldn't help but look back, as if he was expecting something, but as if he was expecting nothing. He silently found his seat and sat down, put on his eye mask and fell into a deep sleep.
This sleep was the sweetest he had ever slept in since coming to England.
This night, he forced himself to sleep soundly. Ying Lun and his party solved many things and left many regrets, but he knew that the Yanjing Tower looked like blooming flowers, but in fact it was a scourge dressed in fancy clothes. Waiting for himself, he must keep up his spirits to face it,
In just a few decades of life, how can one remain in painful memories and regrets?
He had fallen for half a year, and after he recovered, he coldly warned himself that this was the only half a year he had wasted, and he would never waste his time because of emotional agitation in the future.
When the plane was descending, Lin Ze woke up quietly and stretched lazily. He was about to turn his head to enjoy the night view outside the window, but his sight was blocked by a man in a white suit.
Just when Lin Ze was about to look away, the man sitting by the window caught Lin Ze's regret. He slowly leaned back, turned his head and said with a smile: "I'm sorry."
Lin Ze was slightly stunned. On the one hand, he was shocked by the agility of the man in a suit, and on the other hand, he was attracted by the appearance of the man in white.
He is very handsome,
But he is very handsome, or rather unorthodox, and completely different from Chen Yifei's sunny and warm handsomeness. It cannot be denied that he is still a handsome guy. Brother Xiao Lin, who calls himself an idol, would not dare to After contending with him, seeing the other party's polite show of kindness, Lin Ze nodded gracefully and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter." After a pause, he asked casually, "You are from China."
"Yes." The man in the suit said politely. After saying a few words, he gently took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth a few times.
In Lin Ze's opinion, this move was a bit subconscious and a bit natural, but no matter what, Lin Ze could tell that this young and handsome guy was not in good health.
The next few slight coughs from the man in the suit confirmed Lin Ze's speculation. His health was indeed not very good, or even very bad. However, during the ten-hour voyage, the man in the suit did not make any noise. Until this moment, he coughed twice subconsciously. Lin Ze was quite surprised. Holding back a cough was not an easy task. It was as difficult as enduring the temptation of a hot girl. Lin Ze was in a daze for a moment. , he was in a trance about this man in a suit, but he soon diverted his thoughts, shaking his head secretly and thinking to himself: "I have seen so many weirdos, why bother to get to the bottom of each one."
After leaving the airport, Fu Bo was already waiting outside.
It was very cold, but the old man was standing in front of the car in his coat. It wasn't until Lin Ze appeared in his sight that he quickly walked up to him, took the luggage, squeezed out a smile and said to Lin Ze: "It's been a hard journey. "
Lin Ze smiled awkwardly and said nothing,
It was true that it was hard work, but it was not for the Han family. Uncle Fu must have known the purpose of his trip to London, so he didn't say much and got into the black car.
I thought Uncle Fu would come in right after him, but after waiting for a full minute, Uncle Fu sat down in the driver's seat with a strange look on his face.
Before Lin Ze could ask, Uncle Fu asked curiously, "You and the Twelve Young Masters are on the same plane."
"Hmm." Lin Ze was stunned for a moment, then asked inexplicably, "Young Master Twelve."
"Young master of the Bai family, that sick man." Uncle Fu shook his head, with a bit of pity in his words.
"Isn't he a very handsome guy, but he looks very feminine?" Lin Ze thought of the man in a white suit he met on the plane.
"You have seen it." Uncle Fu said in surprise,
"Well, he sat in the same row as me and even chatted a few words on the plane." Lin Ze smiled and said,
"Yeah." Uncle Fu nodded slightly, without delving into this issue, and drove home.
Uncle Fu was relatively taciturn along the way, and Lin Ze was not suspicious. Uncle Fu was not an old man who was good at talking. When he could not speak, he would try to keep his mouth shut. In addition, he had been sitting on the plane for more than ten hours. Lin Ze also felt a little weak. He rolled up the car window and lit a cigarette and started smoking slowly.
It wasn't until Lin Ze discovered that the direction Uncle Fu was driving was not Han Xiaoyi's villa, but the solemn and solemn villa where Han Zhenbei lived, that he became acutely aware of the problem and said cautiously: "Something happened to the Han family."
"Something happened to the master." Uncle Fu said calmly, but his words were full of melancholy.
"Something happened to Boss Han." Lin Ze raised his eyebrows and asked at a loss, "What's the matter?"
Something happened to Boss Han,
Isn't it calculated that Han Zhenbei can persist for at least half a year? If something goes wrong, something will happen. Is the problem serious? If it is serious, what should Han Xiaoyi do?
Unconsciously, large beads of sweat appeared on Lin Ze's forehead. He forgot to smoke the cigarette between his fingers. He just looked at Fu Bo in the rearview mirror in confusion.
At this moment, he discovered that Uncle Fu's face, which did not look old at all, actually had many wrinkles, like an orange-skinned face, showing signs of age.
"Stroke." Uncle Fu said concisely and concisely. "I can't move my legs, and half of my body can't move. Now I can only move around in a wheelchair. Only one of my hands can move on its own. The other one is also disabled." .”
Lin Ze felt like he was being shocked immediately. He couldn't believe the facts that Uncle Fu had explained. He never imagined that he had only been abroad for a month, and that this unparalleled and domineering predator with the demeanor of a superior would be in such a serious condition. Moreover, Han The boss had a stroke, why didn’t anyone notify him? Why didn’t Han Xiaoyi inform him?
His mind was in a mess and he couldn't figure out many problems. Lin Ze rubbed his dull eyebrows fiercely and said in a deep voice: "Do outsiders know?"
"If I know, it will always reach your ears. Since I can hide it from you, naturally no one will know about it for the time being." Fu Bo said bitterly, "But after all, paper cannot cover the fire. As time goes by, people can always Guess it."
Lin Ze's eyelids twitched wildly and he asked calmly: "Where is Han Xiaoyi, where is she."
At this moment, he didn't even bother to address Miss Han and directly addressed her by her name. It was obvious that Lin Ze's emotions were aroused to the extreme.
"I'm staying with the master." Uncle Fu said calmly,
"Drive faster." Lin Ze patted the back of the chair,
"I'm trying."
The cigarette had been burned to the end, but Lin Ze's mind was extremely confused. He had to clear his head.
First of all, Han Zhenbei suffered a stroke, or in other words, he lost most of his mobility and lost three of his limbs. The only thing he could do was eat with his remaining hand and sign a contract.
So Han Zhenbei can still control the Han family now, at least to a minimum extent.
However, stroke is very easy to recur and is extremely dangerous. Has his brain been damaged? Is the damage serious? Can he still work continuously? Can he still withstand high-pressure work?
In Lin Ze's view, these questions are very difficult and difficult to answer. But in fact, Lin Ze thinks that Han Zhenbei can still use 50% of his brain, which is considered the limit.
Finally, why did Han Xiaoyi not inform herself? Was it because she didn’t trust herself? No, it was impossible for her to distrust herself. If that was the case, Uncle Fu would not tell her at this moment.
Then there is only one answer. Han Xiaoyi doesn't want to tell herself, because she doesn't want to affect her mission in England, and she doesn't want to worry about her.
Thinking of this, Lin Ze's mouth was full of bitterness, and his heart was filled with pity and gratitude for her.
After sorting out these clues, Lin Ze had one last question left.
"What did the doctor say?" Lin Ze asked worriedly.
"There's still one month left." Fu Bo said sadly,
Upon hearing the news, Lin Ze's mind immediately exploded.
one month,
Yes, one month,
A month later, Han Zhenbei, the amazing hero, will pass away and finish his glorious life. After that, the eldest lady of the Han family, a dissatisfied girl in her twenties, will work hard to prop up this precarious business.
