God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

Shen Xinhong sat at his desk. His office was at the highest point in the entire C City. He could overlook C City from all angles. This man who had been studying for a long time stood at the peak of C City's wealth. He fed it into his mouth again. Take a bite of salt-and-pepper peach cake and pat your palms to remove the powder adhering to your hands.

"I didn't expect it. This still tastes the same as before. By the way, Aning, when you were a child, did your father go to that store to buy pastries? What was their name?"

Jiang Zening thought for a while, "It's called Xu Ji. Their store is located on a commercial street. I remember that it was used as a city business card a few years ago. Two handmade pastries are still intangible heritage."

"Really? That's a good thing. Our company doesn't seem to have purchased much from them in recent years?"

"For your birthday last year, you ordered pastries from this store. At that time, you said they were too sweet. It just so happened that this year there seemed to be negative news about this store, saying that the factory building was unsanitary or something, so we didn't decide." Jiang Zening had the impression, Because on Shen Xinhong's birthday last year, these were his final decisions. His father clearly explained to him what Shen Xinhong liked and used to do on the hospital bed. He made the arrangements according to his previous routine. Who knows which ones he chose last year? There are more or less problems with every pastry. Fortunately, Ye Huaizhao was born. He had been worried that someone would use this incident to cause trouble for him. Unexpectedly, one Ye Huaizhao could outweigh ten thousand disappointments.

"It tastes pretty good. By the way, I told Xiaojing to order this one this year."

"it is good."

Shen Xinhong remembered that when he was young, he always wore a suit and had a Western style. Privately, he really likes this kind of traditional Chinese market snack, which is quite incompatible with his status. Shen Xiujing was the first to discover his secret, and made a three-part agreement with him, asking him to buy it openly, saying that she liked to eat it.

But what she actually likes to eat more is a cream cake from a cake shop called Romain or Roland, with a cherry on top.

"After all these years, I still mistreated Wu Jing."

"It's still too late." Jiang Zening said softly.

Two days ago, Qin Fang met with him alone and told him the real cause of Du Yong's death. He was shocked that it was his father who killed his lover.

He locked himself in the small room where he once lived with Du Yong, and cried hoarsely in the bathroom.

He hated his father, who actually killed his beloved for the sake of his so-called future.

He hated himself even more. If he hadn't been angry with Du Yong that day, then the two of them would have had a private date, and then Du Yong would not have gone home or accidentally drank the drug-laced tea. , let alone meet the selfish father who went to Du Yong's father to discuss how to separate his two sons. If it hadn't been for his words, Dayong, he would not have gone home in anger, maybe he would still be alive. Even if they are forced to separate by reality, at least they are still in the same city and they will meet again.

But his hatred and regret could not find any outlet.

It was his father who hurt Dayong, but his father died with this secret. He remembered that a few days before his father died, he suddenly regained consciousness.

Reaching out to touch his face, what he wanted to say with his mouth should be: I'm sorry.

He thought his father's apology meant that he would continue to be tied to the Shen family. After all these years, he didn't blame him. This was the best road paved for him in his father's mind.

Thinking about it now, the father said he was sorry. Maybe it was more than that. Maybe he felt that his son was not happy until he was about to die, and he felt a little guilty.

So at this moment, looking at Shen Xinhong, who was also in his seventies, with guilt in his eyes, he seemed to see his father.

Almost out of the blue.

"Everything is still too late." As long as she is still alive, there is a way to make up for it.

"The clothes I saw she was wearing today belonged to her mother. Xiaojing didn't seem to have dressed up much in these years." Shen Xinhong felt even more guilty when he thought of his eldest daughter.

"Hey, I remember she used to like to wear dresses. Go and find out for me what she likes to use, wear and eat now." Shen Xinhong ordered to Jiang Zening with some shame.

"Actually, Xiujing, I think she would be happiest if she could come back to work."

"Hey, how come so many years have passed so quickly?"