"I'm here to make it clear to you that I don't have a business mind. It doesn't matter if I talk to you about home. Don't point at me. Plan early."

When talking about Xiyao, he couldn't pronounce clearly, his mouth was shaking all the time, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know that he is so old, his eyes are sunken, and he is too thin to be sharp.

She took back her eyes and left.

Tan Xiyao sat up from the hospital bed, raised his hands, trembled and cried out her name: "Mo, Mo......"

A few intermittent words, like a needle, pricked her hard for a while, or turned back, silent for a long time, left a sentence: "take good care of yourself."

Talking about Xiyao, he opened a pair of muddy eyes and looked at her in the air.

People ah, always like this, always wait until lost, just regret at the beginning, get people everywhere, and turn around to ask for help.

Tan Mo Bao wiped the cold sweat on the palm of his hand, went out of the ward, walked a few steps, and was stopped.

"On ink."

It's the first time to hear Ms. Yang call her so calmly.

Talking about calligraphy, turn around.

Ms. Yang's sideburns are white. She is very old. She is as domineering as before, but she can't get rid of her tiredness. No matter how tough she is, she also seems to be a little weak: "when your father has a stroke, I was thinking, if there's no one left, who will carry this holy card?"

I didn't talk about calligraphy.

Ms. Yang sneered, not sure whether it was self mocking or sarcastic: "you are so powerful, everything you said has come true, you don't live long, your father and I are old and no one has died."

In the past, when talking about calligraphy, she was so angry that she said a lot of such nonsense. However, she didn't think it would come true, shrugged her shoulders and asked, "if you had thought about this, you would have been more polite to me?"

"No, I don't like you," said Ms. Yang

That's her.

Always like a peacock.

Talking about the ink back to a heartless smile: "what a coincidence, I hate you."

It's easy to say it with a smile.

People, most of them remember evil but not good. They just remember that people who are not very magnanimous have to go back.

Ms. Yang gathered her shawl, turned haughtily, went to the ward, stopped, and did not look back. "When your father's condition is stable, I will go abroad with him to provide for the aged," she said

Talking about ink, turn around and go.

It's good that old people don't communicate with each other, don't see each other, don't hate each other, and give time to judge. As the wind blows for a long time every year, the long-standing clouds will naturally disperse.

In the middle of January, Tan family was acquired and incorporated into SJ's company. When the inside story of Tan family's drug testing was exposed, its reputation was greatly reduced. At that time, Tan family went abroad to seek medical treatment with his daughter. Since there was no one in Tan family, its foundation has been unstable. It is only known today that Shi Jin's hand reached Tan family at that time.

The money from the share sale was divided into two parts, one for his pension and the other for his wife, Ms. Yang. Talking about ink only knows that it's an astronomical number. She didn't move it, so she put it.

At the end of the month, Qin Yunliang was sentenced to 20 years in prison for murdering Qin Mingli.

Out of court, Huo Yining gave Qin Yunliang a file bag.

"This is the information you hid under the potted plant."

Qin Yunliang opened it, looked at it for a few times, and was stunned.

"It's not you that Qin Mingli wants to report to Qin Xing, it's sufu." Huo Yining paused, raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in prison suit. "As for the evidence that you have enough money, Qin Mingli didn't open it at all after receiving it."

"How could that be?"

At that time, he was in a panic. He didn't have time to talk with Qin Mingli. He decided that Qin Mingli was going to report him and wanted to kill people.

Qin Yunliang squats on the ground, covers his face and regrets.

Zhang rushed over and dragged him to beat and scold: "you beast!"

"You return my son, you return my son!"

"Why don't you die!"

"Damn you!"

"Beast!"

Zhang cursed and kicked Qin Yunliang. The prison guard who escorted the prisoner couldn't hold her back. She angrily scolded and pulled. The corridor was full of uncontrollable screams and yells.

"Although it's a moth made by Su Fu, Qin Yunliang is really stupid. He gave himself a hole." Tang Zhengyi sighed, "he has done evil."

Huo Yining is not sure.

Tang Zhengyi tut tut kept saying, "when is the time to repay each other?"

When is it?

It doesn't stop.

"Where are you in a hurry?"

Chen Yiqiao stopped and looked up.

Wen Shihao is leaning on the stone pillar at the gate of the court. There is a light rain outside. She holds an umbrella and looks perfectly like: "is it abortion?"Chen Yiqiao looked at her coldly and didn't speak.

Wen Shihao walked over with an umbrella, and his eyes were full of contempt and contempt. He said with a sneer: "also, the Qin family changed its owner, Qin Mingli is gone, and it's no use keeping this bastard." She glanced at Chen Yiqiao's stomach and smiled smugly, "I'm not willing to be pregnant with a child. Before you can fly to the branch, the mother will lose her child."

Chen Yiqiao suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

She stood on the steps and looked down from the top. "You're pathetic."

"I am sad?" Wenshi is so cold and snorts.

"Do you think everyone is like you? It's all dirty and dark. " Chen Yiqiao sneered coldly, "no wonder people betray each other and don't love each other."

"Chen Yiqiao!"

Wen Shihao roared and slapped angrily.

Instead of hiding, Chen took a step forward: "you fight." Raising her chin, she glanced sideways at the woman in front of her. She said, "you are still on probation. If you dare to fight, I will dare to sue you."

"You --"

Wenshi is so angry, clenched his teeth, and took back his hand: "I'd like to see when you can be proud of your baby with a mother and no father in your stomach."

Words just fell, her hair was caught, a turn, Zhang's palm will fan over.

With a clear and crisp sound, Wen Shihao was stunned, and his eyes were red: "dare you hit me?"

Zhang pulled her scalp and threw her out: "it's you ungrateful bitch."

Wen Shihao, wearing high-heeled shoes, did not stand steadily, stumbled a few steps, and her umbrella fell off. She turned her head and stared at Zhang Shi.

"You --"

at this time, the lawyer and the prosecutor just came out of the door. She immediately collected her voice and put up a sentence under her voice: "I remember this account first."

Finish saying, Wen Shihao leaves angrily.

Zhang converged his anger and turned to look at Chen Yiqiao. His eyes seemed to skim over her stomach: "I've found you a house. Please babysitter. You'll move in today."

Her tone was irreconcilable.

Chen Yiqiao refused without hesitation: "no, you don't have to send someone to monitor me. I won't have a abortion." Naturally, her hands fell on her stomach, and she said in a flat voice, "I will stay with this child."

In her eyes, there was a soft light.

After a moment's meditation, Zhang took a card from his bag and handed it to her: "there are two million here. I will make money in it every month later."

She didn't answer it immediately, as if she was thinking. After a long time, she received the card: "don't charge, two million is enough. Except for what the children have to spend, I won't move any more money inside."

Zhang looked at her with disbelief: "what do you mean? No money, no house. What do you want? "

She said to herself, "I don't want to give birth to my second brother. I want to give birth to him."

With that, she put the card away, walked down the stairs, picked up the umbrella left by Wen Shihao. One hand was holding her stomach, and her abdomen was slightly raised. The other hand was holding the umbrella, and walked into the rain fog. Her back was thin, and her hair tip was gently shaken by the wind.

Zhang stood at the door of the court, stunned.

Across the road, Wen Shihao gets on a car.

The driver's secretary, Tang Jin, handed over a dry towel: "general manager Xiao Wen."

She wiped the rain on her body, and her face was still angry. She asked, "what does Lin Anzhi say there?"

"Mr. Lin's secretary said that he was too busy to spare time."

She made a movement and snorted coldly: "he wants to kick me out of the board of directors of the bank completely."

"Then what shall we do?"

In the rain, Wen Shihao's voice also touched the air conditioner outside the window: "check where Lin Anzhi is now."

Qin hotel.

Ding Chunlei took the tablet and followed Lin Anzhi to report the next agenda arrangement: "the overseas meeting was set at a point. In the meeting room on the top floor of Qin's Hotel, one of the representatives of the partner didn't arrive. He has already passed the electricity with the secretary over there, and can arrive in half an hour."

Lin Anzhi pinched his brow and his face was tired.

Ding Chunlei answered a phone call, only said ten seconds, hung up: "President Lin."

"What is it?"

"I just heard from the financial department that the source of the account you mentioned is really wrong."

On the floor of the corridor of the hotel, there was a blanket, and there was no sound when stepping on it. Lin An's pace slowed down a little: "did you find out the last account you deposited?"

Ding Chunlei paused and said, "it's the Xu family." This is a very strange thing.

Lin Anzhi was surprised, thought for a moment, and ordered: "first, don't make a statement, copy all the information to me secretly."

"Yes."

It's raining outside. It's dark in the corridor. The lights are on. There's footsteps around the corner.Lin Anzhi suddenly stopped.

Ding Chunlei looked up and saw the opposite side. He immediately said: "Mr. Lin, I will go to entertain customers first." After the explanation, apply oil to the sole of the foot and remove it first.

On the opposite corner, it's Mo Bing.

They stand opposite each other. In the long corridor, there is no one else. They are too quiet. The light control lamp on the top is facing down, illuminating both eyes.

Mo Bing opened his mouth first: "very busy?"

Like an old friend, greet calmly.

Lin Anzhi's eyes were deep, and the light and shadow of his eyes were burning. He suppressed and restrained the surging. He nodded: "it's OK." After that, both of them were silent. For a moment, he asked again, "how about you?"

They are speechless, strange and familiar.

Mo Bing quietly put the mood in his eyes: "I'm a little busy. Several artists I've brought are on the rise. There are many things." She looked normal and asked casually, "have you eaten?"

The tone is plain, neither happy nor angry, but the hand hanging on the side of her body is quietly clenched by her.

"No," he said Her eyes were always in her eyes and never moved away.

It was mo Bing who first opened his eyes and lowered his eyelashes. After a moment of silence, he didn't look at him and said, "your stomach is not good. It's better to eat on time."

He whispered, "OK."

After a long time, no one spoke, there are thousands of words, but do not know how to exchange greetings.

Mo Bing looks up. "I'll go first."

He opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't say it. His eyes were a little dark. His hands were hanging on his side, because the grip was too strong, and his fingernails were a little red.

Mo Bingti, leave.

Lin Anzhi looks back: "Mo Bing."

She paused and turned her head back: "hmm?"

In a flash, the light melted into the eyes of the two people, glowing and bright.

"You know what?"

"What?"

He looked into her eyes and said, "I've been waiting for you."

This is the first time after they broke up, he stayed, put all his strength together, imagined thousands of times, or the reason fell, the heart couldn't help themselves, reluctant to pass by like this.

He knew that she had not come out, but he had been in the abyss for too long, and could not help but want to reach out and drag her.

Mo Bingmo for a moment, bowed his head and let the bangs hang down, covering his eyes and the mood at the bottom of his eyes: "I have sand in my eyes, it will hurt for a long time."

Lin Anzhi raised his hand and tried to touch her, but he was frozen in the air for a long time. For a long time, he hung down: "I know that the first summer vacation I went to your house, when you took me to the seaside, the sand came into your eyes."

Later, her eyes became inflamed, and she didn't go out for the whole summer vacation, nor let him go out.

She said to him with a smile: Anzhi, I can't get sand in my eyes.

At that time, all of them were young and childlike, and he said, "then I will help you to blow it out.".

Ding Chunlei waited for 20 minutes in the conference room. Before Lin Anzhi came up, he went down to look for him. He was still standing at the corner, leaning against the wall, looking down and wondering what he was thinking. His face was lonely and his eyes were gray.

Ah, these two people.

Ding Chunlei walked over: "general manager Lin, general manager Xiao Wen has come."

Lin Anzhi took a look and went to the elevator entrance. The softness of his eyes disappeared, leaving only the usual Indifference: "what does she do?"

"Said there was something to talk about."

"No see."

Outside the house, it rained heavily, like a layer of white net. The central chandelier in the hotel hall was on. It was warm yellow everywhere. Jiang Jiusheng is standing under the lamp, waiting for Mo Bing to come down, so she goes to look for her. She happens to bump into her at the stairway entrance. She is in a state of complete loss and doesn't look at the road with her head down.

Jiang Jiusheng went over: "why so long?"

Mo Bing looks up and has no spirit in his eyes: "I met Lin Anzhi."

No wonder.

There is only one Lin Anzhi who can make her so desperate.

Two people walk one before one after another, Mo Bing heart is absent, Jiang Jiusheng hesitated a little, still can't help but ask: "Mo Bing, will you compound?"

She was silent for a while, then she replied, "I have pimples in my heart. Let it be."

At this time, her eyes were gray and in a trance.

She can't get around a Lin Anzhi.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't mention it any more. She couldn't get in touch with the emotional matters, such as people's drinking water, she said: "I forgot something. How is Miss Han?"

Mo Bing returns: "Han Miao?"

"Well."

"Discharged." Mo Bing said, "I heard that she signed Qin's entertainment. She got shot for you. Qin Xiaozhou promised to hold her. But I don't know how to hold her. If you are interested, you can ask your doctor. Qin's now in his charge. If you don't want Han Miao to come out, just one word."

Jiang Jiusheng's face is light: "it's just a question. She can't be a monk. It's nothing to do with me." Without injustice, without hatred, she would not be particularly embarrassed.Mo Bing laughs and teases her: "do you mind? Her face is so high that it doesn't look like a whole face. " It's really like an eyesore.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't care much about it. He said lightly, "Shijin said it was complete."

That is to say, there are so many coincidences.

Han Miao, I'm afraid he has no good intentions.

Mo Bing said a half truth joke: "I want to ask which hospital did it." She pinched her eyebrows and had a headache. Mingyao said she wanted to make a nose

I really want to have a fight. What's wrong with learning? I want to learn from other people's plastic surgery.

The two were chatting together, and all of a sudden, the shrill noise had no sign of an earthquake coming into people's ears.

"Drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop drop.

Mo bingdun said, "what's the matter?"

Jiang Jiusheng twisted his eyebrows: "it's the hotel alarm."

Generally speaking, in this case, there are either natural disasters or man-made disasters.

At this time, the lobby manager rushed over, sweating all over his head. Seeing Jiang Jiusheng, he was obviously relieved: "little madam, please leave the hotel quickly."

Jiang Jiusheng walked out: "what's the matter?"

The lobby manager used the walkie talkie to give several orders before returning to Jiang Jiusheng's words: "someone in the hotel was shot. The murderer may still be in the hotel. Six little orders to transfer the guests first."

Jiang Jiusheng was protected by Mo Bing and walked inside. The corridor was full of people fleeing from the outside. Her ears were noisy. She raised her voice: "who was shot?"

The manager replied, "from Lin's Bank."

Mo Bing hears the words and raises his head: "who is Lin's Bank?"

"Their chairman, Lin Anzhi."

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