The return of the rich and powerful family

Su Mingjue, as the vice president of the company, also appeared in the meeting room, but he just looked casual, playing mobile games all the time during the meeting.

At the end of the meeting, the directors of all departments left the conference room one after another. Su Mingjue was still playing with his mobile phone with his legs crossed.

"Okay, let's keep playing." Lu Jing walked over, holding a folder in one hand, and knocked on the table in front of Su Mingjue with the other hand.

"This game will end soon." Su Mingjue didn't even raise his head, and waited until the game was over before putting down his phone.

"The meeting is over, I'm going back." After Su Mingjue finished speaking, he stood up from his chair.

"En." Lu Jingxing nodded, and handed the two bags he was carrying to him, "It's Han Zheng's birthday on the weekend, so Qingxi and I won't be going, you help me bring the presents there."

"Why two copies?" Su Mingjue glanced at the bag.

"The other one is incense." Lu Jingxing said, "I'm going to City C tomorrow, and I might not be able to make it back in time. Help me offer Aunt Su a stick of incense."

"Yes, I got it." Su Mingjue looked a little pale, picked up two bags, and walked away.

Tomorrow is Mrs. Su's death day, Su Mingjue will not be in a good mood these days.And because the anniversary of Mrs. Su's death is close to the end of the new year, the Su family's New Year's Eve is very depressing every year.

Su Mingjue drove home with two bags.

The Su family is very quiet during the day.Su Jianguo is very busy and often does not come home at night, let alone during the day.Wang Fang is on the day shift today, so she's not here, not even Cheng Yinian.

Su Mingjue went back to the study and turned on all the computers in the study.He will not let himself have nothing to do, because if there is nothing to do, he will be immersed in sadness and longing. He knows that his mother will not want to see him sad.

When my mother was alive, she looked happy and satisfied every day.Therefore, Su Mingjue has to force himself to cheer up, he won't let his mother see his decadent appearance, and won't let his mother's spirit in heaven not be able to rest in peace.

Su Mingjue worked until midnight. He leaned back in his chair and pressed his aching temples with both hands, feeling exhausted.

He turned off the computer, walked out of the study, and walked down the stairs.

There was still no one at home, the kitchen was empty and cold, and there was not even a sip of hot water.

Su Mingjue seemed to have gotten used to such coldness.

After my mother passed away, the family and my heart no longer had any smoke and fire in the world.Su Mingjue was afraid of such loneliness, and lived in feasting and feasting every day, but after being drunk and dreaming, when he returned home, it was still cold.

He dug out two packs of noodles from the cupboard, boiled them in water, and then sat at the table alone to eat the noodles, and went back to his room to sleep when he was full.

When he woke up, the family had returned.

Cheng Yinian was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, Su Jianguo was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper, and Wang Fang was sitting beside Su Jianguo, peeling apples attentively.

Su Mingjue walked down the stairs in home clothes, and when he passed the living room, he greeted Su Jianguo, "Dad."

"Yes." Su Jianguo nodded in response.

After Su Mingjue greeted Su Jianguo, he walked straight through the living room and into the kitchen.

He stood at the kitchen door, leaning against the kitchen door, looking at Cheng Yinian's busy back with calm eyes.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Su Mingjue asked.

"Go home." After Cheng Yinian finished speaking, he put the vegetables in the pot on a plate, wiped his hands, and walked up to Su Mingjue, raised his chin, and looked at him with a smile.

"I didn't come back all night, you miss me?"

"En." Su Mingjue responded lightly, looked at her with deep squints, and asked, "I'm going to see my mother in a while, do you want to come together?"

"Of course I want to accompany you." Cheng Yinian replied.

The breakfast is not very rich, but there are four dishes, as well as porridge and steamed steamed buns.

"Yinian, don't be busy, sit down and eat." Su Jianguo picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and said politely to Cheng Yinian.

Cheng Yinian sat down beside Su Mingjue, picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a small steamed bun and put it on the plate in front of Su Jianguo. "Uncle Su, try steamed stuffed buns. This is a handicraft handed down from our Cheng family. Back then, when my great-grandfather started his business from nothing, it was a small steamed stuffed bun shop."

Cheng Yinian said with a smile, and put a small steamed bun in Su Mingjue's plate.

The atmosphere was good at first, but it was broken by Wang Fang's cold snort, "A little nanny, who still has family skills, hurry up and eat. Don't be afraid that the wind will flash your tongue."

The atmosphere turned cold all of a sudden, and Cheng Yinian lost the interest to continue serving food for others, so he drank the porridge with his head down.

Su Jianguo glanced at Wang Fang coldly. Although he didn't say anything, his face was obviously a little more unhappy.

Su Mingjue didn't bother to talk to Wang Fang at all, he only cared about eating, and occasionally brought food to Cheng Yinian.

Cheng Yinian ate Su Mingjue's food, and smiled sweetly at him.

Sitting opposite them, Wang Fang watched their flirtatious glances, stretched out her hand, and bumped Su Jianguo with her elbow, motioning him to look at Su Mingjue and Cheng Yinian.

These two people are going too far, at the dinner table, in front of the elders, they dare to flirt, it is really shameless.

Su Jianguo glanced at her impatiently, and said coldly, "If you don't want to eat, go back to your room first."

"I..." Wang Fang didn't expect to be scolded by Su Jianguo, and she looked embarrassed.

After the meal, Su Jianguo, Su Mingjue and his son returned to their room, and they both changed into black formal attire.Cheng Yinian also wore a black suit, with her hair pulled back, without makeup.

"You want to go too? You're a babysitter, so it's not suitable." Wang Fang saw that Cheng Yinian was wearing a black suit, apparently planning to go out with the Su family father and son, so she couldn't help but sneer.

On the anniversary of Mrs. Su's death, the Su family father and son had never asked Wang Fang to accompany him to worship, but now they wanted to bring a babysitter.

Because today is the death day of his deceased wife, Su Jianguo didn't want to argue with Wang Fang, so he just gave her a cold look and said, "Don't you have to go to work today? If you have nothing to do, you can do housework at home."

Su Mingjue was too lazy to talk nonsense with Wang Fang, and pulled Cheng Yinian to the door.

Mrs. Su was buried in the cemetery at the foot of the West Mountain in S City.I chose a sunny hillside.

Holding a large bouquet of white lilies in his hand, Su Jianguo knelt down and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone. Then, he personally took out a white printed handkerchief from his coat pocket and gently wiped the dust on the tombstone.

Cheng Yinian stood behind Su Jianguo, she looked at Su Jianguo's back, even a single back, could see Su Jianguo's extreme sadness.

Cheng Yinian thought, Su Jianguo must love his wife very much.

Su Jianguo squatted in front of the gray-black tombstone, talking with his wife in a low voice.They are all homely words, what have you eaten recently, what are you wearing, where have you been, whether you slept well, etc.

When Su Jianguo was talking to Mrs. Su, Su Mingjue stood there quietly, his eyes flushed.

Every time Su Jianguo came back from a business trip, he would babble with his wife, and that was all he said.And Mrs. Su listened to her husband very patiently every time, and cared about her husband's body.

Even the high-ranking Mr. Su can't help deceiving himself and others. Every year on his wife's birthday, death day, Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival, he would come to his wife's tombstone and talk about it with her, as if she was still alive.