The richest man Yang Fei

"Sister..."

"Listen to me, I still have a lot to say to you. I am very grateful to you for taking care of me. In the past few years, thanks to your teaching and training, I have grown into an independent corporate vice president. In this way, even if We're separated, you don't have to worry, I won't be able to make money and support myself, right?"

Su Tong stretched out his hand and gently stroked Yang Fei's face, dreamy and blurred, as if he wanted to touch the person in his dream during this period of time: "Yang Fei, I wanted to just leave, but I think we should do it for you." Six years of love came to an end, so I came back to bid you farewell."

She stood up, turned around in front of Yang Fei, and said with a sweet smile: "Look, you bought me the skirt, shoes, jewelry, and cosmetics I wear. Your nail polish is also brought back from the United States. I have never used nail polish, but I painted it on purpose today. Do you think I am beautiful?"

"beautiful--!"

"Yang Fei," Su Tong leaned down and kissed his lips, "Remember me at this moment, the most beautiful me."

Yang Fei suddenly opened his arms and hugged her tightly.

He tried so hard, as if he wanted to crush her into pieces, rub her into his body, and merge them into one.

Su Tong's body was limp, without struggling, he just chanted softly:

"Er Nong I Nong, there are so many emotions, so many places, hot like fire. Take a piece of clay, knead one, mold a me, break the two of us together, and mix them with water. Knead another, and mold another Me. You are in my mud, and I am in your mud. I was born in the same quilt as you, and died in the same coffin!"

Yang Fei froze.

Su Tong murmured: "This song by Zhao Mengwan's male <Leaving  so quietly talk about it, the industry model, all the rhyme, the bed, the bed, the song, the paragraph, the province, the punishment, the aunt, the fake languid x forgiven. Changing the job of the department indiscriminately

Yang Fei slowly let go of his hand, and said in pain: "Why! Why do you have to leave?"

Su Tong said: "No, I didn't leave, we are still friends. I will pay attention to you as always. In the future, we will go to work for our lives, but we will never get back the old days."

Yang Fei frantically kissed her mouth and face: "Senior Sister!"

"You don't have to worry about my life. In the past few years, you have given me a lot of money. Even if I don't work for a few lifetimes, I can live a good life."

"Sit and eat, and money will depreciate."

"I know, so I will learn from you and start a business."

"You, start a business?"

"Yeah, you pray that I fail in starting a business——in that case, maybe I will work for your company again. After all, only you are willing to give me a good job and a high salary for a person like me who has no diploma and no skills. gone."

"..."

"Yang Fei, I'm leaving."

"and many more."

Yang Fei took her hand, walked to the balcony, sat on the swing, and said, "Let's sit for a while, right here."

Su Tong hummed, and leaned his head on his shoulder, just like before.

A large flock of snow-white migratory birds flew across the water.

They spread their wings and let out a melodious chirp.

"It's so beautiful." Su Tong was stunned.

Yang Fei said: "Last night, I fell asleep alone in this chair and dreamed of you."

"Yang Fei, how do you deal with the workers of Nanhua Factory? You can't all stay here, right?"

"Well, half of the people were dismissed, and they were paid corresponding compensation according to the legal procedures."

"They didn't make a scene?"

"No. The workers are actually in a state of disunity and can't start a fight. Besides, the factory has already caught fire once, and it's all burned down like that. They don't want to start another fire, right?"

Su Tong asked suddenly: "Tell me honestly, is the boiler fire in Nanhua Plant an accident? Or did you ask someone to set it on fire?"

Chapter 1211 Adjustment of Secretary's Work

Yang Fei said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, why do you ask this question?"

Su Tong said: "In order to achieve the purpose of withdrawing the factory, you deliberately asked someone to set fire to the boiler room, didn't you?"

Yang Fei said, "You don't trust me?"

Su Tong said: "It's you who taught me that when encountering things, we must think more about it."

Yang Fei said: "I know why you left me. Because there is serious distrust between us!"

Su Tong said: "Then can you tell me what the truth is?"

Yang Fei said slowly: "I'm sorry, I don't know the truth either. Because the public security organs haven't found the truth. If you really want to believe that I did it, then I did it. I set fire to my own factory, and I also Nothing wrong with that, right?"

After finishing speaking, he got up and said lightly, "Go back!"

Su Tong bit his lip, stood up and said, "Yang Fei, I'm sorry, I shouldn't doubt you."

Yang Fei smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's not the first time you doubt me, I've been used to it for a long time."

Su Tong's delicate body shook.

Character determines fate.

Maybe it's because of her personality that she and Yang Fei have come to this point?

"Yang Fei, I almost forgot to mention the most important thing," Su Tong said, "Su Yang said, when the case is over, he wants to work with you, can you take him with you?"

"Of course. You made a special trip just for this?"

"No, well, I really should go. The world is so big, we will meet again."

Su Tong smiled and walked to the door lightly.

"I will keep this room for you all the time, and you can come back to live in it at any time." Yang Fei said behind her.

Su Tong closed his eyes, eased his excitement, and smiled back: "I'm afraid that it will be inconvenient for me to come back."

The way she looked at Yang Fei was very complicated, with attachment, reluctance, love and affection, and other inexplicable emotions.

Su Tong finally stepped out of the door.

A gust of wind blew in and the door slammed shut.

Su Tong and Yang Fei were also separated into two spaces inside and outside by this door.

Yang Fei didn't go downstairs immediately.

He lit a cigarette and sat on the swing.