He stood there for a long time before he asked blankly: "And, do you have any dreams for me?"
"Jerry, it's daytime now, and it's not time to go to bed yet." Ling Ang looked at his friend who had not adapted to it.
Jerry shook his head very hard, wiped his eyes, and looked at Ling Ang quietly with his eyes that looked like the sky.
Ling Ang in front of him was as handsome as before, and his whole body exuded a wise and healthy aura.
This feeling was the same as before, without any change, as real as his heartbeat.
However, he couldn't believe it because he witnessed Ling Ang's departure and watched him get buried with his own eyes.
Ling Ang suddenly came, making him feel unable to believe whether the facts or dreams were in front of him.
After looking at Ling Ang for a long time, he suddenly knocked his head on the desk a few times. He wanted to understand whether he was conscious at this time, and he was afraid that this was just an illusion.
"Oh, it hurts so much." He covered his forehead and shouted in pain.
Ling Ang smiled, walked over, patted his shoulder, "Jerry, it's me, you're not dreaming or hallucination."
Jerry noticed a warm warmth coming from his hands on his shoulders, and the familiar aura on his body. For a moment, the ecstasy in his eyes was like the rising sun, and it shone brightly in an instant.
At this moment, he finally believed that the person in front of him was indeed Ling Ang, a living Ling Ang.
"Ann..." He rushed over and hugged Ling Ang tightly, trembling with excitement.
He hugged Ling Ang very hard, as if he had recovered half of his soul, which surprised him so much that he could not speak.
"Ann... you really are not dead... you really are not dead... Thank God, thank the great Lord..." He shouted loudly, and the excitement of water vapor in his eyes spread.
He has always thought that Ling Ang was his own brother. Although they were not related by blood, the brotherhood was beyond the level of blood thicker than water.
The blow caused to him by Ling Ang's departure was indescribable.
He was depressed for a long time, and was depressed every day, and could not be interested in anything.
Every day, he could hardly raise any energy to deal with other things except for helping Ling Ang manage the company's affairs.
This joy of resurrection transcends any emotion in the world, making him so excited that he has a clear and bright light of tears in his eyes.
Ling Ang also hugged him tightly and patted his back with great care to comfort him.
After hugging him for a long time, he excitedly let go of Ling Ang and asked in surprise: "Ang, what's going on?"
Ling Ang told all the things that happened during this period.
After hearing this, Jerry slapped on the desk and gritted his teeth, "This Zuo An is so hateful, let's destroy her together."
Ling Ang nodded. Zuo Ande was indeed his number one target, but now there is something more important than this that makes him anxious.
He looked at Jerry urgently, "Jerry, I went back to the villa and heard from the butler that Aoshuang was gone. What's going on? Do you know where she went?"
Jerry was stunned for a moment and shook her head apologetically, "Aung, I'm sorry, actually I rarely contact Aoshuang during this period, and I don't know her situation very well. Because after you disappeared, our competitors took the opportunity to spread rumors around, saying that when you left, the company's operation began to be abnormal and there was a serious financial situation. So, I almost forgot to eat and sleep, devoted all my energy to work, and basically never understood her situation. Because I think Lan Yuchi is by her side and can take good care of her. So I put my mind on the company. But I heard that a few days ago, Lan Yuchi assassinated Zuo An. If they disappeared, it is very likely to be to avoid Zuo An's revenge." (Please give me 5 points.