This man is no longer the Huang Xiaojue he used to be. He is high-spirited and rising rapidly, and is about to step towards the pinnacle of his career and life as the son-in-law of the Zhou family.
Xu Xiaoya asked: Xixi, why don't you go to Huang Xiaojue for help? He can't always allow Yang Wei to bully us, can he?
No, Xiaojue, how could I come to beg you?
Different road non-phase plan.
I have never asked you for help no matter how difficult it is, let alone now.
If there were ten more Yang Weis, I wouldn't be able to ask you a single word.
Because, I no longer love you.
Our weakness is only in front of the one we love. As for outsiders, who would care to have pity from them?
She turned and left.
"Xixi, are you okay?"
She said calmly: "It's okay."
She was surprisingly cold.
He clearly noticed this indifference: it was even more indifferent than when they reunited on the university campus... than when she tore the notebook in half in front of her.
I love you, so I hate you and blame you.
If you don't love anymore, your heart will be as gray as death.
Why should I be angry with you?
His heart was trembling, but he couldn't speak.
There was another embarrassing silence, but Yan Xixi spoke first: "By the way, Xiaojue, thank you for the letter of recommendation you wrote for me last time."
He also said calmly: "It's just a little effort."
Terrible politeness, terrible alienation.
Only then did I realize that it was a gap, which instantly separated all ten years of love.
She nodded slightly and strode away.
Huang Xiaojue stood there for a long time. The purple vines growing in the air obscured his figure.
After a while, two women left together.
The two of them looked intimate and talked quietly, not noticing the man standing under the wisteria trellis at all.
He kept watching the figures disappear. Every time he saw them, it was the two of them - never her and Wang Donglin.
Vaguely, it seemed as if the two of them had never been together. However, he knew that this was just an illusion.
Until the phone rings.
Zhou Ting's voice: "Xiaojue, haven't you arrived yet?"
"immediately."
The outside world didn't know that this was the first meeting between Huang Xiaojue and Lao Zhou.
Lao Zhou had no airs, but he had a great aura. It was not like Huang Xiaojue had never seen big events, but as soon as he walked into this extremely hidden private room, he immediately felt a strange atmosphere. It took him a while to remember: murderous aura.
.
Yes, that is murderous intent.
There is a huge murderous aura in this man, as if everything changes in the blink of an eye. Just like the growth rings on his face depicting his age: In the past few decades, he has defeated countless others in the treacherous and turbulent shopping malls.
A business wizard, step by step, until now.
All his life, he has been fighting - the kind of big businessman who is best at the Chinese people.
Rumor has it that he and his company narrowly won the battle at the end of last year and temporarily gained the upper hand.
But the problem is that the outcome has not yet been decided, and it is unknown who will win.
A temporary advantage today may not necessarily be an advantage for the rest of your life.
Huang Xiaojue was very respectful: "Mr. Zhou..."
He is approachable and approachable: "Just call me uncle. Please sit down."
Zhou Ting said angrily on the side: "Xiaojue, don't be afraid. My dad looks very fierce on the surface, but he is actually very easy to talk to."
Huang Xiaojue was still polite.
Lao Zhou asked: "Is work going well recently?"
"Not long after I took over, many things have just been sorted out. However, it will become more difficult as we go on."
