Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

Yuan Shaojing's sudden visit shocked the entire Lin family.

Even Luo Wenbo, who was dubious about the relationship between Lin Hanxing and Yuan Shaojing, hurried downstairs to greet him without thinking about anything else.

It is different from the highly purposeful Lin family.

On the contrary, Lin Hanxing, who was directly involved, changed his clothes and went straight into the reception room as in the morning.

The tea was re-boiled.

The Lin family was full of smiles, and when they were about to welcome Yuan Shaojing energetically, they saw a man with a cane getting out of the black luxury car from a distance. The door rushed.

Maybe it was too hasty to walk, and it seemed a bit sloppy.

"Mr. Yuan!" Lin Youlin recognized Yuan Shaojing at a glance. Just as she stretched out her hand to greet him, she saw that the other party passed by without looking at her, as hastily as a gust of wind.

"Where is she?" He looked around, but he didn't see the girl of the Lin family.

Yuan Shaojing's expression was stern, and could even be called fierce, as if he wanted to meet his enemy!

"Ah? Who?" Lin Youlin couldn't react.

Luo Wenbo thought he had seen the way, and a raging fire burned in his heart.

I am afraid that Lin Xiaojiu has been deceived!

Listening to what Lin Xiaojiu said before, I thought I could help the Lin family get a bridge from Mr. Yuan, but looking at it now, Yuan Shaojing wanted to eat Lin Xiaojiu, how could he help the Lin family?

Lin Xiaojiu, Lin Xiaojiu, you are really good at calculating and eloquent!

"Where is she!" Yuan Shaojing thumped the ground with his crutches, and the rain washed him down, without even taking an umbrella.

"Upstairs in the reception room."

Luo Wensu made a sound and successfully attracted Yuan Shaojing's attention.

"I'll lead Mr. Yuan up." Being preempted by his younger brother, Luo Wenbo didn't show it on his face, but he was always unhappy in his heart.

Luo Wensu seemed to notice it, and took a step back.

Uncle Hai hurriedly followed.

At this time, Lin Hanxing was sitting quietly in the reception room, looking at the rain that was still falling outside the window with a blank expression.

Inside the house, the fragrance of tea overflows.

But it is no longer the eighteen imperial trees in the morning.

With a bang, the door of the reception room was pushed open from the outside.

Lin Hanxing withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the door.

Yuan Shaojing's face, which seemed to have been specially favored by the years, was washed pale by the rain at this time, and his deep eyes were fixed on Lin Hanxing, who was not the first time he had seen it, full of fierceness.

"Aunt Mian likes to be clean, please Mr. Yuan clean up before coming over to sit."

Lin Hanxing fiddled with the candlelight with a toothpick. The moment the words fell, Jiang Xibao was already walking towards Yuan Shaojing with a towel.

"She's not dead!" Yuan Shaojing didn't look at it, and didn't answer it.

Luo Wenbo only felt that the words of the two sounded like heavenly scriptures, but he refused to leave.

Lin Youlin, who followed closely behind, had the same idea.

Lin Hanxing paused in his hands, raised his head expressionlessly, and glanced behind him.

"Uncle Hai!" With just one glance, Yuan Shaojing understood what she meant.

As expected, Uncle Hai had practiced before, and Uncle Dumb, who came out from the corner, shot at the same time, but after three or two strokes, the Lin family who didn't want to leave had already been locked out of the door.

"Tell me, she's not dead!" Yuan Shaojing's hoarse voice sounded again.

"I've said it before, Mr. Yuan, please clean it up before you sit down, otherwise, you won't get any answers from me."

Lin Hanxing's voice suddenly turned cold, and he lowered his eyes, not looking at him.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuan Shaojing finally took the towel from Jiang Xibao's hand.

He began to wipe himself carefully, but his eyes seemed to be in pain and he couldn't help himself.

After cleaning up, Yuan Shaojing walked towards Lin Hanxing and sat opposite her.

The location of Xibao in the morning.

"Have a cup of tea to keep you warm." Lin Hanxing pushed the boiled tea in front of Yuan Shaojing, and was not in a hurry to give him any answer.

Yuan Shaojing picked up the teacup numbly, and drank it down in one gulp, regardless of whether it was hot or not.

And when the tea entered his throat, the familiar taste made his body tremble violently.

"In the past, Aunt Mian would always cook such a pot of herbal tea for you after you were entertaining. At that time, you never gave her a good face, and spoke sarcasticly, but you never did this to Cheng Lingyun."

Lin Hanxing's voice was cold, as if he was telling a story.

She would often think of Aunt Mian's last days, as if she knew she was too late, holding the only photo of Li Sinian that was too old to be yellow, waiting and waiting under the longan tree.

—Uncle, why do you hate me? If feelings can be up to me, I also hope that I have never fallen in love with you.

——I will also be in pain, I will also be sad, how could you do this to me!

That night, she was drunk and lay on his shoulder like a kitten.

The tears that flowed out soaked his clothes.

Those memories that I thought I had forgotten, under Lin Hanxing's words, were like a flood that opened the gate, and it was out of control, making Yuan Shaojing's expression look painful and hideous.

"You seem to have forgotten that she is not the indifferent, arrogant and decisive head of the Li family in front of you, but the little girl who knew her adopted status since she was a child, and was driven out of the Li family after her parents died. .”

"She never forgot who she was, and you..."

"But I forgot about her."

Lin Hanxing looked at the tears streaming from the eyes of the man in front of him, but there was no movement in his eyes.

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

Memories seemed to crush Yuan Shaojing, he never dared to think about how cruel he was to Misty Rain in the past, but now, those pasts are like someone cutting open his heart with a knife!

But it's just these, can't you bear it?

"Aunt Mian..." Lin Hanxing seemed to think of something suddenly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Look at me, why I forgot to tell you, the Li Yanyu you mentioned changed her name after leaving you."

Yuan Shaojing looked up at her, with the veins on his forehead forbearing.

"Wumian, I will get used to calling her Aunt Mian."

"Mr. Yuan can guess why it is these two words."

Lin Hanxing held the teacup and drank it slowly. Not only was she asking this question, but she was also asking it for others.

"Show no sleep, there should be no hatred."

No sleep, no hate!

——Why didn't you save him?

——It’s my son’s life, isn’t it too cheap?

—Uncle, my son is dead, but her daughter is still alive...

Weeping blood, how can you not hate?

"Do you remember what Li Si looked like when he was young?"

Lin Hanxing didn't care how Yuan Shaojing tore his heart.

She only remembered the hopeless sadness in Aunt Mian's eyes when she mentioned the child who died young.

Even after years of baptism, it is still unforgettable.

Lin Hanxing found the yellowed photo from the side, and pushed it in front of Yuan Shaojing.

That photo was obviously held and touched by someone every day, yellow and old.

The corners are frayed.

"I'm afraid, you have long forgotten."

"Then take a good look."

The author's friendly reminder: Today is the third update, and there are more updates.