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The best time, maybe so By Jane

The best time may be like this by Jane

He hurriedly got down, held my wrist, and said sincerely: "Listen to me first, it's not that I don't want to marry you, it's just that-"

"Just what?" I stared at him, my voice slightly cold.

Something flashed in his eyes, and he was silent for a while. Just when I wanted to brush his fingertips away in disappointment, his voice whispered softly: "I don't want those rumors to hurt you. I am a man.

I should bear it."

After all, he is still afraid of rumors. He is not afraid of being hurt, but he has to worry about her and Jian Yao, especially his relationship with the earl. Announcement of their affairs at this moment will eventually arouse a wave of public opinion. He doesn't know yet.

What will it gravitate towards?

I took a deep breath to calm down my messy emotions, "You know what? From the beginning, you have been saying that you are not worthy of me; not being worthy is the worst reason for love! Since you like me, there is no such thing as being worthy.

The question is, if you like someone, you should not be personally responsible for their happiness, but can you rest assured if it is left to someone else?"

"As for what you said about men being responsible for everything, I don't agree with that either. Relationships belong to two people, and no matter what happens, they are both borne together. Otherwise, why should we swear an oath at the time of marriage that we will never leave you regardless of health or illness?"

He was stunned for a long time, showed an apologetic look, and hugged me: "It's my fault, I'm sorry! In fact, I really want to marry you, but I always worry about this and that, and I never know how to say it!"

"The life belongs to the two of us, so why worry about so much. It was you who told me in the beginning that you don't need to care about people who don't understand you."



I got married to him. I simply registered it and made an appointment with Jian Yao and a few friends to have a meal together without announcing it to the public.

When the British widow learned about this, he specially sent Zhou Jin to send a gift from China. It was a cross-stitch embroidered by Lan Mufei himself. It was a full meter long, with hundreds of flowers blooming, vying for beauty. Below it was embroidered a line of words: Congratulations to Hang Jian for his success.

His hands are white and his hair is as white as his eyebrows.

Regarding our marriage, my parents originally planned to hold a small wedding. They were not satisfied with Hang Hang, but they knew that he was sincerely good to me, so they had no objection.

I declined my parents' kindness. I didn't want to be extravagant or high-profile. I just wanted to live a peaceful life with him and Jian Yao.

As time went by, I couldn’t hide it. This marriage was exposed to the public, and all kinds of unbearable public opinions came. Some people attributed the divorce between me and the British widow to my marital infidelity, and some even blamed it on my marital infidelity.

The rumor mongers fabricated the story that Jian Yao was not the child of a widower, but was the result of an affair between me and Hang Hang.

He tolerated it at first, but when the report about Jian Yao came out, he lost his temper and directly sent a lawyer's letter to sue the magazine.

The magazine knew that the matter was serious, apologized quickly, and was willing to publish a clarification. He refused to give up. In addition to suing the magazine's creator, he also ordered someone to buy the magazine, forcing the other party to go bankrupt and lose everything. He had no choice but to come to the door and ask for help.

Kneel down and beg.

I can't persuade him.

He said: It's just you and me. After living for so long, I can't bear the slander. I shouldn't involve my children; I can't hurt my children's hearts.

I called the widower to ask him to talk to him, but in fact there was no need to go to this extent.

The British widow comforted me, he was trying to scare the monkeys. In the past, we were too tolerant of those public opinions, which made people push their limits; so much so that they all thought that there was no one in the Louis family, and that the orphans and widows plus a former retinue would be easy to bully.

It suddenly dawned on me that without the support of thoughtful people, how could the creator of a mere magazine be so bold!

The outside world thought that we were orphans and widowed mothers, and that Hang Hang was just a retinue, but they never thought that he had been with the British widow for so many years. How could he be relied upon by the British widow without certain abilities?

The report did not have any impact on Jian Yao, so I stopped asking about the matter and let him handle it with peace of mind.

After a few months, the slander against us from the outside world gradually disappeared, and those who tried to shake the Louis family were deterred by his decisive killing, and life finally returned to its previous calm.

In fairy tales, the prince and princess living a happy life is the end, but in reality, staying together is not the end.

How great it would be if this was really the end of him and me.

In the years after he left me, I often thought this way, but the more I thought about it, the more sad I became.

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In the second year of my marriage to Hang Hang, one day I was having a meeting in the office while he was handling matters in the branch. Suddenly he received a phone call and he fainted.

At that moment, I felt so dizzy that I almost forgot that I was still in a meeting, and rushed out of the office without hesitation.

When he arrived at the hospital, it was already night and he was sent to the ward and was still awake.

The doctor told me that his cancer has recurred and the situation is very bleak. It can take as long as half a year or as short as three months.

For a moment, I felt like I was dreaming. He had always been fine and healthy. How could he have cancer? I didn't believe it.

I was dreaming, the doctor was lying to me.

For the first time in my life, I lost my dignity and kicked the doctor out of the ward, calling him a quack. My husband was not sick, he was fine.

After closing the door, before the tears fell, his gentle voice brushed against my ears: "——A-Jian!"

My parents habitually call me "Baby" and the British widow calls me "Jian", but he is the only one who calls me "Ajian."

I rushed to the patient's side, grabbed his hand tightly, and couldn't wait to say: "I will take you back to Paris and find the best doctor for examination. It won't be cancer... No..."

He looked at me distressed and apologetically, and said to me in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, A-Jian..."

I was stunned: "Why do you need to apologize?"

"I have cancer. I thought that after the operation and hard work to recuperate, I would be healthy and there would be no recurrence." He said with red eyes, "I didn't expect it to relapse. I'm sorry, A-Jian!"

He pursed his lips, but before the words came out, tears were already falling fiercely.

Why should you apologize to me?

Obviously it's me who should apologize. We have been husband and wife for two years, facing each other day and night, sleeping together, but I have never even bothered or cared about your health.

Is there a worse wife than me in this world?

Only now did I understand why he loved me deeply but never mentioned marriage.

I am afraid that I have been worried about the recurrence of cancer.

What we least want to happen will eventually happen, and none of us can avoid it.



It turned out that the year he left Paris on the pretext of not causing trouble to me, he had already been diagnosed with cancer. It was in the early stages at that time, and the doctor recommended surgery to recuperate and have the best chance of recovery.

He didn't tell anyone about this, and went to other places alone, asking the senior people in the branch to conceal his hospitalization.

The woman who was pursuing him crazily was not really pursuing him, but she was just trying to create the illusion that he was too troubled to go to the company so that he could be hospitalized to recuperate.

He was preparing for the operation in the hospital while handling work; after the operation was over, he still needed a long period of recuperation. He couldn't worry about me and the company. He often ignored the doctor's advice and didn't take a good rest. He spent too much time on his brain and his body recovered more slowly.

Before returning to Paris, I fainted several times.

In the past few years, he has been in good health. Apart from being thin, he has not had many colds or fevers. I always thought that he was in good health, but I never thought that he had always had cancer.

During the time we were together, I was always busy with work, and he would accompany me while I was busy with work. He never complained. I was used to his asking for help, and his meticulous care, but I forgot about those things that should be my wife.

obligation!

It's because I'm not good enough and I don't care about him enough. Everything is my fault.



When he returned to Paris, he arranged for the best hospital, the best doctor, and the best patient*, but it did not help his condition much!

The doctor said that people who have undergone surgery like him rarely relapse. Once the cancer relapses, the cancer cells will spread very quickly. Even the best doctors are helpless when faced with such a situation!

I ran between the hospital and the company. I was not yet thin, but I looked at his face, which was yellow and thin due to the pain. My eyes were deeply sunken, and they were no longer as bright as before.

He was so excited that even breathing seemed so laborious.

Just like a candle, it shines brightly when lit and remains bright in the middle. However, it will gradually burn out at the end, but that is a fact that can never be changed.

No matter how great you are at other times, you are powerless at this moment and can only watch helplessly, watching it burn out bit by bit until it goes out.

One day in the second month, he suddenly called a lawyer to sign several documents in front of me.

Over the years, he has been working hard with the British widows, and the real estate and stock assets under his name can be regarded as a hidden rich man. When he looked through the documents, I saw clearly that it was a will and inheritance. Everything was written down in detail. He wanted to be responsible for the inheritance of the inheritance.

Write my name.

I held his hand and stared at him quietly without saying a word.

He smiled lightly and said, "I know you don't lack these, but I have no father or mother, and Yan Yu is not here either. The only ones I'm close to are you and Jian Yao. If I don't leave it to you, who will?"

Only then did I suddenly remember that he had been homeless and helpless all his life. He was supposed to meet a woman who would love him and protect him, but instead he fell in love with me, a selfish woman, who has been causing him so much trouble!

He handed the signed documents to the lawyer, and the lawyer left first with great discernment.

I held his hand tightly and wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

"I didn't know that I would relapse so quickly, otherwise I would not choose to go back to Paris. I am very satisfied to meet you and have these few years in my life. You are good at everything, but you are too stubborn, no matter what

I like to be alone in everything I encounter. I wanted to protect you for the rest of my life, but I am destined not to grow old with you."

From beginning to end, there was no trace of sadness in what he said. Everything was just described in a plain manner, just like an explanation.

Death seemed inevitable, and he had accepted the fact that he would die.

"Let's make an agreement, shall we?" I suddenly said in a daze.

He stared at me affectionately, "Promise?" After the voice fell, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "...I don't have much time, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

My heart suddenly clenched in pain, "The time we have been husband and wife in this life is too short, too short... We agreed that you walk slower and wait for me... wait for me to find you, and we don't drink the legendary

Meng Po Tang, take the memories of this life and make up for this regret in the next life, okay?!"

"Okay! We will be husband and wife in the next life, and we will definitely last longer than this life." He chuckled.

At this moment, it seemed as if it was not a life-and-death vow, but an ordinary sentence.



I stayed in the ward most of the time. In order not to interfere with his rest, my office was located next door to his ward!

Jian Yao knew he was sick, so he stopped making trouble, became extremely obedient, and no longer bothered me.

He didn't let me inform the British widows about my illness. He didn't want them to grieve early. He just wanted to spend the remaining few days with me quietly.

I once thought that in this life I loved Yingzi so hard that I used up all my strength and had no strength to love anyone else anymore.

For him, I am just used to it, I rely on it, and I hold him tightly in the palm of my hand like I am grasping the last straw.

Since he was hospitalized, he has been losing weight day by day. Every time I see him tortured by illness, my heart feels like a knife, and I suddenly realize that I no longer love the British widow, that extravagant dream that I cannot afford.

What I love is this husband who stays with me and treats me tenderly.

But I found it too late, too late, and the time we could spend together was too short, too short.

During this time, we often chatted, talking about interesting things about my childhood, embarrassing things about studying abroad, and listening to him mention things about his hometown and his talented sister Yanyu.

When asked when he had fallen in love with me, he seemed shy, smiled and shook his head and said he didn't know.

At first when he saw me, he just thought I was a rich young lady and a child who had not grown up. He didn't think much about it. When I came back from studying, he never thought about transforming into a slim woman. His eyes followed the widowed man all the time, and his

His eyes couldn't help but follow me.

I listened quietly to him telling about that obscure secret love. What should I do to soothe the pain in my heart?

Either run away or endure it!

From the first meeting, getting to know each other, to the current love, why can't we stay together forever?

Is it destined that I can only see peach blossoms in full bloom in my dreams? Is it destined that my love can only last forever in my dreams?

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Hang Hang proposed that he want to go home. He didn't want to waste time in the hospital, probably because he felt sorry for me running back and forth.

I selfishly want him to spend more time with me, but I don't want to let him go home.

When he was about to pull out the needles and go home, I held his hand and said calmly: "Stay with me for a while, even if it's just one more day, one hour, or one second."

Hang Hang was stunned. He looked at the doctor standing next to him, then at me. In the end, without saying a word, he lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Sometimes when the sky clears up, he also wants to go outside and bask in the sun.

When he proposed to do this, I strongly opposed it, but he smiled at me and said, "If you don't let me go home, why don't you let me bask in the sun?" After a pause, he said, "I can bask in the sun."

The days are numbered.”

When I heard him say this, my hand to stop him froze.

For a moment, I wanted to turn around and rush out of the room, and then burst into tears, hysterically, but I couldn't, because I wanted him to see me living without sadness, so that he could feel relieved and...

Walk without worries.

So, as long as there is sunshine, I will sit on the balcony with him to bask in the sun and experience the feeling of being bathed in the sun. However, I know better that every second with him is the most precious.

For him - every second passes, and one second is lost; after today, he doesn't know if there will be tomorrow.

"Jian, can we go for a walk?" He suddenly said to me not long after dinner that evening.

When I actually walked out of the hospital building, I suddenly realized that it was already late autumn. There were almost no green plants surviving on the vast land. The branches had long been bare, and even fallen leaves were very rare.

At this time, he did not have the physical strength to support himself in walking, so I could only push him in a wheelchair.

The flat road, with beige bricks one after another, stretched far and far ahead, and I couldn't see the end ahead. Pushing him along in the noisy world, the dim lights on the roadside were one after another, and the stars were dotted.

, connect to a point in the distance.

This clear night is filled with tassels, and the threads seem to be intermittent. Everything seems to be telling the vicissitudes of years of change, as well as our helplessness.

We stopped by the fountain in the small square of the hospital. He held my hand and looked at my face, his eyes never looking away for a long time.

After a long time, he slowly said: "I never thought that we could be together before, and no one told me whether we could be together. I am happy to be able to marry you for these few years, but

I feel uneasy when I think of leaving you behind again. No one in this world but me can see how fragile your soul is behind your thick armor! My poor Jane, you will be alone again in the future.

, why am I so useless..."

As he spoke, he sneered with helplessness.

Listening to his slightly deeper voice, buzzing in my ears, I was speechless for a moment.

On a late autumn night, there are still many people walking on the hospital road. Elderly couples on the bench look at the clear night hand in hand, or lovers, couples or relatives are walking hand in hand on the street. Every step is small, as if they hope this road will last forever.

It seems like I can't finish walking.

Hold your hand and grow old together...

Suddenly, this sentence flashed in my mind, and even I couldn't help but be stunned. Just as I was thinking about it, I couldn't help but slowly pass under his palm, and slowly tightened it, feeling the warmth that only belonged to him.

Now, I hold his hand, but...how can we grow old together?

Since we got together, he has said "I love you" countless times, and has been gentle and compromised with me countless times, but he has never asked me once if I love him.

He never mentioned having children, and he treated Jian as if he were his own child.

He was afraid that the answer I gave him would not be the one he thought.

He knows that I love Jian Yao very much and don't want to have another child.

This man, he loves me with his soul and every inch of his breath until death.

The thought that I might lose him at any time makes my heartache uncontrollably.

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By the third month, his condition became worse and worse, and he was in a coma for a long time. Sometimes I would sit by the bedside and look at him, staring at the small instrument, afraid that it would stop, and that my husband would never wake up.

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Chemotherapy did not inhibit the spread of his cancer cells. Every time I see him suffering from such tremendous pain, unable to eat anything and vomiting when he drinks water, my heart is cut like a knife.

People who undergo chemotherapy are prone to irritability and collapse, and so does he, but he never said a word to me in a serious voice. His pain and discomfort were always endured by one person, unwilling to let me share it.

What can I do?

I really wanted to find a place to cry loudly and vent all my sadness and pain, anger and unwillingness, but I didn't dare to take a step away from his side.

Sometimes even when I'm by his side, I don't dare to close my eyes no matter how tired I am. I know very well that one look is enough to miss him.

There is a strong sense of sadness all around. Sadness is not sad - it is parting.

On the day Hang Hang left, I got a call from the company early in the morning. Because a certain financial director had made false accounts and lost money in the company's accounts. The matter was extremely serious and I had to go to the company.

I didn't want to leave the ward, so he said to me warmly: "This huge company is not just you, but also involves countless families. You have to be responsible! In the future, if I am not around, you will have to work even harder. Go ahead and go early."

Come back early!"

I don't know what happened, but I had a bad feeling. I held his hand and didn't want to leave.

He was in good spirits, smiled at me, and said, "I'm in good spirits today, and I really want to eat. If you go early, you can still come back in time to have dinner with me."

My persistence was no match for his soft words. I said extremely seriously: "I will resolve this matter quickly. You must wait for me to come back, absolutely."

"I'll definitely wait for you!" He smiled and nodded in agreement, urging me to leave quickly!

I turned around and took two steps, stopped, turned back and looked into his warm eyes, turned around and walked back, leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

"Husband, I love you, you must wait for me to come back."

This was the first time I called him husband, the first time I said the words "I love you"; I saw excitement and joy in his eyes.

He hugged me and kissed me with his remaining strength. His lips were slightly cold and stained with the bitterness of the medicine, but there was a sweet affection lingering between us.

Breathing slightly, he let go of me, gently adjusted the hem of my clothes, and said warmly: "Go ahead."

This time I didn't hesitate. I always thought that as long as I said something to him, he would stick to it and stay strong for me.

No matter what method he uses, I hope he will not leave me and stay with me all the time.



Perhaps it was the anger and resentment that had accumulated in my chest for the past few days. When I returned to the company, I dealt with the matter vigorously and resolutely, leaving no room for error.

After finishing a bunch of messy things, my thoughts were confused and I was extremely tired. I somehow fell asleep on the table in the conference room.

I don’t know how long it took, but I was woken up by the ringing of my cell phone. It was a call from the hospital. I picked up the phone in a panic. The doctor said over there: "Mr. Hang left fifteen minutes ago."

"..."

I was holding the phone stiffly and at a loss.

The doctor repeated the fact that he was dead on the phone.

For a moment, the world was spinning, and the soul was shattered.

My heart ached as if I was about to die, and the overwhelming grief came over me, burying me deeply.

Outside the window, night and day alternate continuously, but why does my world stop?

From now on, no one will prepare a stomach-satisfying midnight snack for me when I work overtime until late at night, no one will watch the morning clouds and sunset with me, and no one will say to me when I am tired: Come, rest on my shoulder for a while.

There will no longer be people who are always telling me: You are a woman, don’t be strong in everything...

No more…

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When Yingzi and Lan Mufei learned of his death, they hurried back to Paris, taking Zhen Nian with them.

At that time, I stayed in the empty ward of the hospital all night, guarding the empty bed where his faint breath was still left, and I didn't want to leave.

My parents had no choice but to ask Yingzi to persuade me.

I can't hear, I can't see, time seems to stay in the days spent with him, in the memories with him, that's it.

When I was young, I loved the heroic widow, and I loved him to death, and I loved him to be proud and humble, but after all, he didn't love me. After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, I fell in love with Hang Hang, but fate had to take him away from me early.

May we grow old together, what hope is there in this life?

If there were no Jian Yao and no gray-haired parents, maybe I would just go with him.

Time is great, it will penetrate Hang Hang’s tenderness, his affection, and his goodness bit by bit into my body and into the depths of my soul; so much so that when I lose him, it’s like someone has connected the blood of our lives.

Taking out the heart is like heartbreaking.

In the first few days, I couldn't believe that he just left like this. I was in a daze but firmly believed that he had not left. He loved me so much and was committed to it. How could he be willing to leave me and leave me alone?

, lonely.

Yingwu and Fei Fei comfort me - time is gone, but things are changing!

But how could I possibly accept that my husband, the one who loved me as much as my life, completely left me, separated the yin and the yang!

I don’t know what I went through. I only know that after I woke up, Yingqi’s deep voice told me: “You are pregnant, almost four months old.”

At that moment, the tears that had been held back in my eyes flowed down rapidly. I couldn't help crying and kept repeating the three words "I'm sorry".

Hang Hang spent all his time and life loving me, and I have been greedily enjoying the good things he has brought to me, but I have never paid anything for him. Even when he was dying, I failed to let him know,

He is going to be a father.

I regret it very much. If it hadn't been for my carelessness, if I could have known earlier, if he knew he was going to be a father, would he have been able to hold on for a while longer and walk with me longer...

Can we wait until our child is born?

During that time, my mental state was extremely low, and I was an advanced maternal age. It was unknown whether I would be able to save the baby in my belly, let alone manage the company.

Yingzi discussed with Fei Fei and stayed for a while while he managed the company; Fei Fei and my mother tried their best to take care of me.



Hang Hang's ashes were not buried, and no tombstone was erected, because he finally left a message to the widow: after I die, please make my ashes into a wedding ring, and let me stay with her and never leave.

.

I think his decision may be because I once told him that I hope he can always stay with me, no matter what way.

Our marriage was just a simple registration, with no wedding photos, no wedding, and no engagement ring; our hands were always clean without any accessories. We never thought that one day in the future, he would use his ashes to cast a silver wedding ring.

The ring, worn on my ring finger, traps me for the rest of my life and will accompany me until I grow old!



Jian Yao knew that I had a baby in my belly and was not in good health, so he searched for jokes every day and sat next to me and told them to me one by one to make me laugh.

All year round, this child has an easy-going temperament, is calm and indifferent, and doesn't talk much, but he stays with Jian Yao all day long.

I was deeply saddened by the loss of Hang Hang, but I gritted my teeth and held on for the sake of the child in my belly. For so many years, I had been able to hold on to such a big company and two big families. There was no chance that I and Hang Hang's child could not be saved.

Regarding Lan Mufei, because I was a widower, I felt that I lost to this woman. I thought that I would never see her again in this life to witness my failure; but I never thought that when I fell in love with Hang Hang, when he left me,

Everything becomes different.

Yingzi is right, after seven years of marriage without love, we have become relatives; now both Yingwi and Feifei have become my relatives.

Regarding this child, my parents wanted to give it up, because I was an advanced maternal age, and Hang Hang was seriously ill in the early stages of pregnancy, so I didn’t take good care of myself. They couldn’t guarantee that the child would be 100% healthy after birth, and they thought I already had it.

Jian Yao, there is no need to risk having a child for someone who is no longer alive. You will meet a better person in the future.

I said to my mother with red eyes: "It won't happen...it won't happen again..."

I am bound to get this child.

When I was six months pregnant, my belly was not big, so I checked and found that it was a girl.

I touched my belly and burst into tears for a moment.

I miss him, I want to tell him that he is a father, and I want to tell him that we will have a very cute, very cute daughter.

It's just that he can't know all of this.

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At 36 weeks of pregnancy, my water suddenly broke. I was sent to the operating room for dystocia and had a caesarean section. After a narrow escape, my daughter finally came into the world.

Weighing 4 pounds and 30 ounces, she is small and skinny. Because of my physical constitution, she was sent to an oxygen tank for two weeks as soon as she was born. Although I came off the operating table, I escaped death and stayed in the hospital.

Half a month.

During this period, Yingzi and Fei Fei stayed in Paris and took care of me and the children.

Jian Yao and Zhen Nian both liked their new-born sister very much. The first thing they did when they woke up every day was to see their sister. Together they learned how to prepare milk powder and change diapers with their confinement nanny.

There was a dispute with her parents over the name of their daughter. They wanted their granddaughter to be named Lanstro because he was no longer around.

I am stubborn about letting my daughter take his surname. Even if he is no longer in this world, there is still a person in this world who has his blood flowing through his body and will call him "Dad". What reason does she have for not having the surname Hang!

Daughter’s name: Hang Qiannuan.

Nickname: Think about it.

Maybe she blames me. Thinking about her poor health since she was a child, she often catches colds and fevers. Every time I see her crying like a child because she needs to take medicine, my heart feels like a knife.

I have failed Hang Hang a lot in my life, and now I cannot even take care of his only child. I am really sorry for him.

It took me a year for my body to finally recover slowly and I was no longer sick. I thought that as I grew up, my body gradually became more resistant and became better than when I was just born. I no longer have high fevers from time to time.

After seeing the matter of the title of earl in the end of the year, I couldn't help but think about it.

At first, I thought it was natural to give everything to Jian Yao, otherwise why would I have to work so hard? But since he left, this thought has disappeared.

In fact, there is no need to be attached to rights, wealth, love, etc. in life. Being healthy, safe and happy is the most important thing.

What's more, Jian Yao is not very interested in the title or the company. I asked him his opinion. He is not willing to inherit the title, let alone accept the huge family company. He likes freedom and does not like to be restrained.

I respect his meaning.

Talking to Yingzi and Fei Fei, he has the blood of the Louis family flowing through his body all year round. He is qualified and has the right to inherit the title.

The conversation went nowhere.

Because she has no interest in inheriting the title, let alone accepting business. Feifei's mood is the same as mine. She also hopes that her children can live freely.

None of us expected that the previous generations would fight for the title to the death and suffer bloody blows. Now, in the generation of two children, neither of them cares about it. Neither of them wants to be bound by the title and wants to be free to do their own thing!

What Yingwi means is not to worry for the time being. He is not old yet and can't control anything. When he really can't control it anymore, let's see who of the two brothers will take over.

Such a large family, with a century-old foundation, cannot be said to be in decline. No matter who it is in the end, there must be someone to take care of it!

When I think about it carefully, this kind of thing cannot be rushed and can wait. What’s more, I also have to think about which brother I might be able to help in the future!

Yingzi and Feifei left Paris after thinking about their second birthday and returned to Xixun.

He handled the company's affairs very well. When I took over the job, I didn't have so many annoying things to worry about. In addition, Yingzi introduced several capable and trustworthy people to me. I was not as tired as in previous years, and I also had time to accompany me.

Think about growth.

Throughout the year, I did not follow them back to the West, nor did I stay in Paris. Instead, I went to study in country a.

Originally, Jian Yao wanted to go with us, but seemed unable to let go of me and Xiangxiang, so he finally stayed in Paris to study.



postscript:

My parents had deliberately arranged for me to date other outstanding men, saying that they would not mind if I met a son and a daughter and had two marriages.

But I don't care about him, either because I don't have his gentleness, or I don't have his thoughtfulness and gentlemanliness.

In the end, my parents had no choice but to give up.

I am guarding such a big family and just thinking about it, I will continue to live like this day after day.



The days without you, my world and my time will remain in the years with you.

Recall all your experiences and stay with your memories...

We live apart with the same heart, and we end up in sorrow.

In this drama of life, good and bad, you come on stage and he sings, love, hate, obsession, and anger, all gradually disperse in the wilderness over time.

The only thing that has not been dispersed is my love and longing for you. As time goes by, like old wine, it becomes stronger and stronger.

The best time may be like this.

I hope there will be another life and I will love you well.

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Tomorrow afternoon I will post a short clip of A Li and A Qing! At the same time, the permission to join the group will be closed. Along the way, good and bad are all in the past. Maybe this is our best time.


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