"Chen, has it always been like this in the past two years? Hasn't he tried to love someone again?" He just heard the discussion of those employees, and he suddenly wondered if he had done something wrong and if he was sorry for him? He actually started to feel sorry for him.
It's unclear whether what he did was right or wrong? Because it seemed that everyone was not relieved because of her leaving, but instead suffered more.
Chen is suffering even more, perhaps more than anyone else? Is it wrong? Is it really wrong? In the past two years, he has been thinking about this question in his dreams, but there is no answer, never, no, who can
Tell him, is he wrong or right?
"The president has never forgotten his wife. He is in pain." Abang's words made Qiao feel even more confused. This complicated and contradictory mood has always been with him.
"Okay, I'll go in by myself." Stopping at the door of the office, Qiao took a breath silently. Du Yuechen is still the shrewd and sharp Du Yuechen. He can't make any loopholes. As long as he reveals a little bit of clues, Du Yuechen will
Chen will find out that what happened two years ago is related to him.
Now, Qiao knew that Du Jiaochen had never believed that Xia Qingge would die so easily and had always been suspicious. However, he had no evidence and had seen Xia Qingge's body with his own eyes, so he could not tolerate his disbelief. However,
They have been brothers for so many years, and no one knows Du Liaochen better than Qiao. He is such a thoughtful person, and it is impossible for him to not be able to find any clues after the incident. The mind of the man inside is not something that ordinary people can guess.
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Qiao opened the door and happened to see Du Caochen holding a pen in his right hand, whizzing over the documents. Then, he looked up and saw Qiao stopping and sitting on the sofa not far away. He stopped and buried his head in the documents.
The handsome face in.
"I'm willing to come back." A greeting that was neither salty nor bland, and his stern eyes were particularly clear.
"Don't work too hard. You can never finish your work. Your body is yours." Qiao looked at the man in front of him. He was as cold and stern as he was two years ago. His facial features were as sharp as those carved by a magic pen, and he looked like he was looking down on the world.
His aura has not changed at all, but he is a little thinner than two years ago, and the coldness in his eyes is even worse than two years ago.
As he got older, he became more restrained and steady, with the same thin lips, handsome eyebrows, and deep eyes. But for some reason, Qiao still saw his loneliness under such a knife-carved face, and those deep eyes
It was clear that there were more waves of sadness and indifference that alienated people from thousands of miles away, which made him feel uncomfortable. For a moment, he actually wanted to blurt out the secret. His hands were unconscious.
I trembled, but luckily reason prevailed over emotion.
"How long do you plan to stay when you come back this time?" Du Qiaochen did not let go of his subconscious actions, but he was not strict, but changed the topic naturally. If he remembered correctly, his action meant that he was very serious now.
Nervous. But what could make Qiao, who had always been calm and self-possessed, act like this? Isn't it strange? At the same time, the doubts in his heart deepened, as if there was something he didn't know?
"You also know that after the last operation on Mrs. Xia, although her condition did not improve much, at least her life was not in danger." Indeed, the last time he performed the operation himself, although Mrs. Xia still did not
She will wake up, but as long as there are no accidents, she will continue to sleep until the end of her life. In fact, this is also a good thing, isn't it? It is also a happy thing to be able to live a life comfortably without having to think about it or do anything.
?
If she really woke up, he really didn't know how to explain her daughter to her, let alone whether she could bear this reality.
Du Liaochen seemed to be thoughtful, and it took him a long time before he replied. He looked at Qiao with his deep eyes. He didn't look away until he was sure that there was no panic in his eyes. He took out a box of cigars from his suit pocket, took out one and put it in his pocket.
Around his mouth, his posture was elegant, and in the bright or dark firelight, his eyes tightened, as if he had caught something that he had ignored before.
A cold voice suddenly sounded. Du Qiaochen squinted at the person in front of him and murmured: "If she were still alive, she would be very happy to know that her mother could live like this. She is such a contented person.
With a little luck, she can be so satisfied, Qiao, don't you think so?"
"Yes, she is easily satisfied." Qiao tried his best to hide his panic. On the surface, he could not see anything suspicious. In fact, his heart was already in turmoil, and his heart almost sank to the bottom. What did he notice? Or was he too much?
Sensitive? No, he would never know. If he knew, he would never sit down and chat with me so calmly.
His panic immediately disappeared, and he returned to his usual reserved calmness. He looked into Du Liaochen's eyes without fear, and their eyes met. He was also an outstanding man who turned all living beings upside down. Every look and every movement was like night.
As bright as the stars.
After Qiao left, Du Liaochen sat on a chair and suddenly fell into deep thought. In the past two years, he has been immersed in the shadow of Shazinger's death and couldn't extricate himself. Many times he didn't want to think about anything at all. As long as he thought about it, he would feel
When I have a splitting headache, I will think of Xiaqingge's cold body lying in his arms.
However, Joe's expression and reaction just now made him wonder if something happened two years ago that he didn't know about? How could there be a fleeting panic on the face of Joe, who had always been indifferent? Especially when
when mentioning her.
In fact, he had always suspected, and even more unbelievable, that she would die to escape him. The thing happened so suddenly that he had no time to think about it. On the day of the accident, he clearly saw her breathing still and falling motionless to him.
In her arms, no matter how much he grieved, she didn't react at all.
He obviously saw it with his own eyes, but he just didn't believe it. He didn't believe that she was dead. He always felt that she was alive. He could even deeply feel that he and she lived under the same blue sky, breathing the same fate!
"Damn" he cursed in a low voice. He must know what happened two years ago, why he felt this way, and what the truth was two years ago. He must know, must! At the same time, he felt sad in his heart.
There is hope, hope that his feeling is correct, that she is still alive, that would be better than anything else!
"Abang" he couldn't wait to call Abang. Because he had unconcealed hope in his heart, even the indifference in his tone softened. Abang finally found the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of humanity in his eyes.
and feelings.
"President". Abang stood still. He had not seen Du Liaochen like this for a long time. His eyes were full of energy. They were no longer a pool of stagnant water and cold and distant, but seemed to have a little more humanity.
"Go check it out immediately. What happened two years ago? I want the most detailed information, who she has met and what she has done. I want everything related to her and have it in my hands before five o'clock.
"He was a little impatient, and even his tone was so fast that it was not easy to notice. I am afraid that even he himself was not aware of this, but he just couldn't control it.
"Two years ago?" Abang asked again uncertainly. Two years ago, the president rarely mentioned it in the past two years. Sometimes he would wonder if the president had forgotten it because the decoration of the Du family villa had been changed.
One after another, even her room was locked by the president's orders. In the past two years, the big lock has never been opened...
But it's not like he has forgotten it. Every time he mentions the young mistress, the sadness in his heart is like an endless flame, burning everyone's heart. Therefore, whether they are servants at home or outside, they all
There is a tacit understanding that the young mistress will not be mentioned. As time goes by, no one will deliberately remember it. However, they will never forget that there once was such a beautiful woman who died in this place...
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I still remember that when the CEO came back from Provence, he locked himself in the young lady’s room for three days and three nights, drinking himself unconscious. After that, the CEO walked out of that door and never went in again, blocking all information about the young lady.
Everything, the entire villa was renovated, maybe as a thought, or maybe more out of reluctance. Only the young mistress’s room remained in its original appearance, with the furnishings that she had when she was there.
Now, why do you suddenly think of a thorough investigation of what happened two years ago? Is there any secret left two years ago? The young mistress died, and the vicious woman who harmed the young mistress also got the punishment she deserved. I heard that she suffered from
She is seriously mentally ill, but she still hates her so much that her teeth itch. She is still alive, at least she is still alive, but their young mistress is dead...
"That's right, what happened before her accident two years ago?" Thinking about it now, what he regretted most was that he left her and hid in the United States in order to escape from her. Her mood was so unstable, he should
The person who was with her by her side lost her child, and even the only sunshine and warmth in her life. How could she bear it? He should be with her, at least he would not let her do it if he was with her.
What a stupid thing. At the very least, he could know her situation accurately and wouldn't have found out through the phone until she committed suicide... He should have been by her side...
"What is the president suspecting?" Abang couldn't help but ask. The president has always been like this. If he didn't have doubts in his heart, he would never say such firm words. Or was there really something unknown two years ago?
the truth?
"I want to know the truth of the matter and have the results of the investigation in my hands as soon as possible."
"Yes, President." As Abang turned to leave, he heard a calm and restrained baritone voice from behind: "Check, Mr. Qiao, where were you two years ago? And what are your whereabouts in the past two years?"
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