In the suburbs of San Francisco, it was pitch dark in an old manor, with only the main villa still brightly lit.
Lan Zhenglong, the owner of this manor, was lying on the sofa on the first floor, reading Shakespeare's classic novel Hamlet.
An old housekeeper in his sixties, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, opened the door of the villa, came to Lan Zhenglong's side, bent down and bowed: "Master, there is someone outside asking to see you."
"Lao Qiu, is this your first day following me? It's already this hour and you're gone." Lan Zhenglong's eyes never left the book and he said in a cold tone.
"Master, you'd better meet me." The old housekeeper smiled and said, "Maybe that person is the person you have been longing for."
"Snapped!"
Lan Zhenglong closed the book, the corners of his face turned up slightly, and he looked at the housekeeper and said, "You mean, that person is the young mistress, no, no, it's Yang Xue?"
The housekeeper nodded. Lan Zhenglong sat up and straightened his shirt: "Then what are you waiting for? Please invite her in quickly."
"yes."
The old housekeeper agreed and walked out. Lan Zhenglong's heart beat a little faster and he looked at the door.
After a while, Lan Zhenglong walked in, thinking about her, but it could be seen from her face that she was not very happy.
"Haha, Xiaoxue, long time no see, you are still so beautiful." Lan Zhenglong stood up, smiled and walked forward, wanting to give Yang Xue a hug.
Yang Xue directly avoided Lan Zhenglong, sat on the sofa and crossed her legs, folded her hands in front of her chest and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, I came here to ask you why you want to help Qing Aoxiang, you have forgotten us
Is there an agreement between us?"
After hearing Yang Xue's words, Lan Zhenglong's smile disappeared. He sat on the sofa opposite Yang Xue and said expressionlessly: "Is this what you came here to talk about?"
"Yes, why!"
"Haha, why?" Lan Zhenglong looked at Yang Xue with a sneer, "I also want to know why. Why did the first sentence when we met as a couple was to question me? Well, if you want the answer, just ask yourself.
"
"Ask me?" Yang Xue asked doubtfully, "What do you mean by this?"
"You know what I mean, you still like Chen Yuye." When Lan Zhenglong said this, he felt that his heart hurt as if someone had pinched him, "Since you can break your original vow and continue to like Chen Yuye.
Then why can't I continue to help Qing Aoxiang."
"You're talking nonsense! I, I have never liked Chen Yuye, I just, just..."
"If you can, just say it. You just think of him as your younger brother. Just say it!" Lan Zhenglong looked at Yang Xue angrily and said loudly.
"I, I..." Faced with Lan Zhenglong's questioning, Yang Xue was speechless and her eyes were wandering.
Seeing Yang Xue's performance, Lan Zhenglong's heart ached even more.
"Anyway, I hope you don't help Qing Aoxiang, otherwise, you will regret it." After that, Yang Xue stood up and walked out.
"Stand here, the stranger who comes to the magical world, and read the full text!"
Lan Zhenglong also stood up and grabbed Yang Xue's hand, "Have I touched on your sore point? Are you trying to use escape to deal with me? Don't forget, your husband is me, Lan Zhenglong! Not Chen Yuye! Why am I
He treats you so well and can't win your heart, but that boy Chen Yuye embarrassed you in front of so many people, but you don't blame him, why! Why!"
"Have you finished speaking?" Yang Xue turned around and looked at Lan Zhenglong with cold eyes, "You can let go after you finish speaking. Anyway, I'm just here to remind you not to cooperate with Qing Aoxiang. Whether you listen or not is up to you."
"well."
Lan Zhenglong let go of his hand and sat back on the sofa: "You go."
Yang Xue snorted and walked out without looking back. Lan Zhenglong's eyes were always staring at Yang Xue's back until she disappeared.
"Chen Yuye, hey~"
After Yang Xue disappeared, Lan Zhenglong smiled bitterly, picked up his cell phone and called his financial director.
"Hey, Mr. Lan, what's the emergency on the phone?"
"Tell the people at Qing Aoxiang that our group's financial situation has been poor recently, and cooperation has stopped. And the money we invested, we will get back as much as we can. If we can't get it back, we will just feed it to the dogs."
"Mr. Lan, you..."
"Okay, that's it. If you keep nagging at me, I'll fire you at any time!"
"yes!"
"Okay, that's what you do. If Qing Aoxiang has any objections, let Qing Aoxiang contact me himself and hang up." Lan Zhenglong said, throwing the phone on the coffee table, holding his forehead with his hand, and said
He looked unwillingly at the wedding photo directly above the hall, the only photo he took with Yang Xue.
After walking out of Lan Zhenglong's manor, Yang Xue saw Qing Yunfei's car still parked outside. She walked over, opened the back door, and got in.
"How was your discussion?" Qing Yunfei turned to look at Yang Xue. Although he didn't have much hope for Yang Xue to persuade Lan Zhenglong, he still hoped that it would be somewhat useful.
"I don't know his attitude, but I guess he will not continue to cooperate with Qing Aoxiang." Yang Xue was a little upset at this time, "Qing Lao, you said, when I agreed to marry him, it was really me
Isn’t that right?”
"This is not your fault. Strictly speaking, my brother and I should say sorry for this." Qing Yunfei started the car and said with a smile, "Okay, go back to the hotel and have a sleep, and then go back to work."
Nothing happened. If I get news in the past two days that Lan Zhenglong and Qing Aoxiang have stopped cooperating, I will see if I can take time to go to Chiang Mai."
"Thanks."
Yang Xue leaned on the back seat, her eyes drifted to the window, and her tone was weak.
...
Bangkok time, five o'clock in the morning.
Chen Yuye woke up from his sleep, sat up and looked at Qingwen who was sleeping with his head on the bed beside the bed, and Shanxiang who was sleeping on the sofa.
"Hey, why do you have to suffer like this for a useless person like me?" Chen Yuye leaned on the bedside, thinking with dull eyes.
Even though Chen Yuye was in pain yesterday and was a little delirious, he still heard Qingwen's words very clearly. In addition, the body was his own, so how could he not feel that his body was getting worse day by day. However, he did not care about this at all.
There is no way.
After getting up from the bed, Chen Yuye worked hard to get Qingwen into bed. After covering her with a quilt, he took another quilt and covered Shan Yang. After doing all this, Chen Yuye stood at the window
In front of me, I was smoking a cigarette and looking at the peaceful urban area of Chiang Mai. I thought, if this continues, Qingwen and Shanyang may not be harmed because of themselves. Rather than doing this, it is better to return to China.
"Chen Yuye!"
Before Chen Yuye finished smoking a cigarette, he was frightened by Qingwen's sudden sound and his hands shook, causing the cigarette to fall to the ground.
"I'll go, sister, what's your name?" Chen Yuye quickly put out the cigarette, then turned his head and looked at Qingwen who was sitting up from the bed.
"Huh~ I thought you were gone." Qingwen patted her chest, then leaned on the bed and looked at him, "Hey, why didn't you call me when you got up? By the way, how did I get to the bed?
Coming?"
"Nonsense, I must have carried you up." Chen Yuye said and walked to the bed, sat on the stool and looked at Qingwen and said, "I just thought about it, we should go back to China."
"Why do you have to go back? You finally found Guo Fanchen. How could you just give up?"
"What can you do if you don't give up? Point a gun at Guo Fanchen and shout, 'You old bastard, if you don't heal me, I'll kill you'?" Chen Yuye smiled and patted Qingwen's shoulder, "Okay.
, I have looked away. If I cannot recover, I cannot recover. At least, I am still alive."
"No." Qingwen shook her head and said, "Isn't that what Chen Yuye said? Doesn't Chen Yuye never give up?"
"But I'm really tired. I'm tired." Chen Yuye laid his head on the edge of the bed, his eyes dull and said, "Although it's a bit irresponsible to say this, I really want the Qin Zong, the higher-ups, and the tasks to follow me.
It doesn't matter. I hope I'm just a teacher and go to school happily every day. When I get home from school, my lover will be waiting for me at home, and then I can live like this forever." At the end of the sentence, Chen Yuye closed her eyes.
Eyes, tightly closed.
Chen Yuye's words revealed a feeling of exhaustion. This kind of exhaustion is not physical, but spiritual. Chen Yuye has been pushed by others all his life, and all he can do is to be pushed.
While walking, he tried his best not to fall to the ground, because once he fell to the ground as hard as he did now, he was really unable to get up.