After passing through the book, the max-level boss became the group favorite

A building in the city center.

Xingheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his mobile phone in his hand hanging by his side, looking down at the glorious night scene.

The page of the phone still stayed on a contact. His fingertips rubbed the screen of the phone. After a long time, he dialed that number.

I moved my fingertips away, and the note on it was "Dad".

The ringer rang for a while and then hung up, leaving only a series of beeping busy signals. Xingheng clenched his fingertips, changed the number and continued to call.

Finally, after calling for the third time, the call was connected.

"Little Xingxing, you better be fine."

The male voice coming from the receiver was hoarse, but it seemed to have a hidden smile.

Shen Wenye leaned lazily on the bedside with his eyes closed. There was no light in the room, only the light coming from the screen of his mobile phone.

The weak light shone on the skin of Shen Wenye's face, and the bruises and bruises were clearly visible.

"dad."

"What? You can't survive in the entertainment industry and plan to come back and fight for the family property with your brother?"

Xingheng: "..."

Xingheng exhaled, stretched out his hand to wipe away the fog on the glass, and said softly: "I heard that you were not around when my mother passed away."

Shen Wenye's expression did not change when he heard this, but he sat upright slightly.He frowned slightly when the injury was pulled during his movements, but it did not hinder his movements.

He didn't speak, he was waiting for the young man to speak.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, Xingheng spoke: "Dad, where were you during that time?"

The young man has a gentle voice, but if you listen carefully, you will find some poorly concealed trembling and haste.

Shen Wenye heard it.

He chuckled lightly, raised his eyes across the window lattice and looked at the misty night sky, and said somewhat casually: "Xiao Xing, what are you suspecting?"

This wave of straight balls caught Xingheng off guard, and he stood there in a daze.

Could it be that he wants to say that I suspect you have betrayed your mother, or that I suspect that I have a half-sister?

No matter what you say, it’s just a lie, but if it’s true…

So what will be the result?

No one knows his father's feelings for his mother better than them.

If it is water, it is a huge wave; if it is a mountain, it is a mountain thousands of miles high.

No one loved his mother more than his father.

Xingheng was like a deflated rubber ball, gradually losing its strength.

He slowly squatted down and drew a straight line on the glass with his palms. The water mist at the top gradually condensed again, and the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window gradually became hazy.

It took a long time for Shen Wenye to hear Xingheng's answer. He said, "Dad, I'm back to Kyoto."

Xingheng's heart was very complicated. The little girl's face in his mind gradually overlapped with his father's face, and the next moment it was his mother's face.

No matter what, he didn't want to know.

"Is that so..."

Shen Wenye lengthened his tone and asked again: "So, what did you see in Kyoto?"

Xingheng: "..."

He clearly knew that was not what he wanted to say!

Although the man didn't see it, Xingheng still turned his head away and said, "No."

The soft voice was a little stiff.

"Ah."

Shen Wenye said yes, not sure whether he believed it or not.

"Oh, that's right." Shen Wenye seemed to suddenly remember something.

Xingheng's heart picked up again.

"I heard you were in a car accident?"

His heart gradually returned to its normal state. Xingheng raised his hand to cover the phone. The moist moisture in his palm touched the back of the phone, bringing with it a hint of coolness.

But Xingheng didn't pay attention. There was an obvious smile on the young man's delicate eyebrows.

"Dad, I'm fine."

"Ah, I know you're okay."

Here, Shen Wenye looked at the text on the communicator with half-lowered eyes, his eyes dim and unclear.

The message showed that the time it was sent was nine seventeen.

He had fallen asleep by then.

"You saw it at the scene of the car accident, right?"

Shen Wenye said again.

Xingheng: "..."

Xingheng didn't want to speak.

It was obvious that Shen Wenye didn't need his answer. He raised one hand and threw the communicator at the foot of the bed.

"Shadow is involved in this matter, so don't worry about it."

The shadow's intervention is nothing more than related to people with special abilities.

But Qin Songming personally led the team, which was interesting.

"Also, your sister seems to be here too. Have you met her?"

These words were like thunder on the ground, exploding Xingheng heavily.

Xingheng stiffened and even breathed lightly, "Wha...what?"

His naturally soft voice had some unconcealable tremors, as if he was trying to hide something, but he used too much force, causing his vocal cords to become tight.

Shen Wenye chuckled lightly when he heard this, but without breaking the point, he just said: "Shen Wanwan went to the airport today. Her car had just entered the overpass when the accident happened."

"Shen...Wanwan?"

not her...

"Ah."

Xingheng's chest felt a little tight. After a moment, he exhaled, and his vast starry eyes seemed to have lost all their brilliance in an instant.

"Dad, I didn't meet her."

He didn't meet Shen Wanwan.

His voice was very soft, as if he had lost all strength and was speaking only in breath.

"Forget it if you don't meet me."

It seemed like it was just mentioned casually.

Shen Wenye continued without interest: "Now that I'm back, I'll take some time to go back to my old house to spend time with the old man and the old lady at home."

After saying that, he yawned and said, "Okay, I'll hang up if nothing happens."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone without giving Xingheng any time to react.

Xingheng stared blankly at the blacked-out screen, his mind seemed to be in a mess.

What are they all about...

For a long time, Xingheng raised his hands to cover his face and laughed helplessly.

He never met his mother, who died when she was giving birth to him.

Unlike his brother, he has memories of his mother in his mind.For him, when he was a child, his mother's name seemed to be taboo, and neither his grandparents nor the housekeeper ever mentioned it in front of him.

The word mother is very unfamiliar.

When he grew older, he understood the term mother and gradually understood the meaning of death.

He didn't feel anything else. He was just envious, envious that others had mothers, envied that his brother had memories of his mother and could miss her from bits and pieces of memories, but he had nothing.

Later, he learned his mother's name - Yan Su, the Yan Su who was popular all over the country and even went abroad.So the idea came together and he entered the entertainment industry.

Friends of his parents said that he inherited his mother's talent and was born to eat this kind of rice.

But he just smiled because he didn't know what to answer.

There was another thing he never mentioned to anyone else.

Ever since he was born, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that he wanted to find someone.

He still hasn't figured out whether he entered the entertainment industry to be closer to his mother or to find that person.

But he also thought - if he shines brightly, the scattered afterglow will always shine on that person.

He will come and He will find Him.

Xingheng stood up holding on to the glass and closed his eyes for a while. After the dizziness passed, he walked towards the sofa.

The phone in his hand vibrated. Xingheng paused and raised his hand to answer the call.

"Sister Qiomai."

"You haven't slept yet?"

Qiu Mai just tried, but he didn't expect that the call was actually connected.

Xingheng smiled, "Not yet."

"Okay, originally I wanted to send you a message, but I was afraid you wouldn't be able to see it, so I'll tell you directly now."

"it is good."

"Xiao Zheng and I will pick you up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning to take your makeup photos."

"it is good."

"Then go to bed. You have fair skin and dark circles under your eyes will be obvious."

"Ok."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Xingheng slowly exhaled.He returned to Kyoto just for the filming of the new drama.

This drama is the springboard for his transformation, and it is also his first drama after his transformation. No matter what, he cannot be careless.

Thinking of this, Xingheng dragged his tired body into the bathroom.