When the protagonist of an abused novel penetrates into a sweet essay

Zhan Nan probably finally got some conscience out of the corner, and said in a low voice, "It's good that you're fine."

Hao Le raised his eyebrows: "Since you don't come to see me, let me tell you this. Xiao Shan came to Zhong Quan's company yesterday. I don't know what he is going to do, but he is yours. I think there is something wrong with him." I need to make it clear to you. We don’t have any relationship anymore. I found a job with great difficulty. Please don’t cause trouble for the company by being bored and full. This is very childish.”

Zhan Nan was silent for a long time this time, and after a while he said, "Xiao Shan went to Zhong Quan's company?"

"Correct."

"I see." Zhan Nan said in a neutral tone, "You just want to tell me this?"

"Otherwise?" Hao Le looked out the car window, "Tomorrow is the day to cancel the engagement, and I don't want any more problems. This year... I've had enough."

The silent breathing on the other end of the phone made Hao Le a little dazed for a moment. Once upon a time, when Zhan Nan was that gentle and considerate boyfriend, they just listened to each other's breathing through the microphone, and their hearts softened.

Since when did this relationship become what it is now?

Could it be that "fate" is so powerful that just a few lines of cold words and punctuation marks are enough to change a person?

So what exactly is a "person"?

The people on both ends of the phone were silent. The silence was so long that Zhong Quan couldn't stand it anymore. When he was about to snatch the phone with his hands, Zhan Nan finally spoke.

"What's the relationship between you and Zhong Quan?"

Hao Le sighed: "It doesn't matter."

"What happened in the elevator? Yesterday." Zhan Nan said, "And the entrance of the bar."

The last bit of warmth in Hao Le's memory has also turned into a frozen ice sculpture, braving the slightest chill—some people and some things may indeed be beautiful memories that cannot be restrained, so they would rather never see each other again, never have any relationship.Otherwise, even the last bit of warmth can't be kept.

Hao Le rubbed his face, and his expression gradually became firm.He finally crawled out of the vortex he once had.

He said, "He's chasing me."

Zhong Quan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Hao Le.

Zhan Nan squeezed the phone tightly and gritted his teeth: "When did it start?"

"I don't know." Hao Le smiled. "I don't know when he liked me. According to him, it was a long time ago, but I don't even remember who he was at that time. He said that he chased me, yes It’s only recently, what else do you want to know?”

"You want to say that you didn't have any relationship before." Zhan Nan's tone was suspicious.

"Yes." Hao Le added, "Whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me."

Zhan Nan finally asked, "Does the leakage of internal financial secrets have anything to do with you?"

"No." Hao Le answered simply and neatly.

"I have no problem." After Zhan Nan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Is it over?

Hao Le thought, it should be over now.

Zhong Quan said beside him: "He should suspect Xiao Shan, and then start investigating Xiao Shan."

Hao Le came back to his senses: "Well... can I finish the plot in this way?"

"There is one last point." Zhong Quan said, "You will get a new surprise, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, you have to be mentally prepared."

Hao Le laughed: "What is it? Abusing dogs and men?"

Zhong Quan sent Hao Le to the door of his house. As soon as Hao Le got out of the car, he was surrounded by a group of reporters who appeared from nowhere.

"Is it Mr. Hao?"

"How much do you know about Mr. Zhen? So your surname is not Hao?"

"Do you still have any memory of the past? Has Mr. Zhen contacted you?"

"It is said that you have a marriage contract with Mr. Zhan. What do you think about Mr. Zhan's scandal in the past year? Do you think Mr. Zhen will support you?"

……

A series of questions came one after another, like water balloons, and they were thrown on Hao Le's face.

Hao Le hadn't recovered from the accident in the afternoon, and now he couldn't keep his eyes open because of the flashing light. It is conceivable that these photos are probably ugly.

——Hao Le admired himself for being so perfectly distracted at such a time.

Zhong Quan parked the car and hurried over to pull Hao Le out of the crowd to protect him in his arms.

Zhong Quan was tall, raised his hand to easily cover Hao Le's face, protected his head and pushed through the crowd towards the old apartment.

The reporter kept asking behind him: "Is this Mr. Zhong? Is it Mr. Zhong Quan? May I ask why you are here?"

"What is your relationship with Mr. Hao?"

"Have you known each other before?"

"It is rumored that you have been very close to Mr. Hao recently. What is your relationship?"

Zhong Quan pushed Hao Le into the small old courtyard, and pulled through the tattered and painted iron gate. The harsh sound of the gate creaking made everyone cover their ears.

The scene finally quieted down.

Zhong Quan said coldly: "No comment."

When Hao Le was pushed upstairs by Zhong Quan, he even glanced down from the window at the entrance of the corridor.

As soon as he poked his head out, the flashes joined together.If this is a bunch of AK47, I guess my head will be smashed into powder.

"Is this a surprise?" Hao Le asked, "Who is Mr. Zhen? Wait... what were they talking about just now?"

Zhong Quan frowned, this matter was the only thing he didn't easily mention to Hao Le.

After all, Hao Le has a deep relationship with Hao's parents.

This is not something that can be explained clearly by a simple sentence "The author assumes that you are a child adopted by the parents of the Hao family".

It is also impossible for Hao Le to nod his head and say "Oh! So that's how it is!" and just accept it.

Zhong Quan licked his lips, looked at the plot prompted by the system in his brain, and slowed down slightly.

"There may be someone waiting for you upstairs." Zhong Quan said in the narrow corridor, "Be prepared first, and... no matter what you hear, just go at your own pace, according to your own heart Just do it. Don't worry too much."

Hao Le frowned, gradually having a bad premonition in his heart.

There was a drum in his heart, and he was beating, and when he reached the corner of the stairs, he saw that the floor he rented was crowded with a group of men in black.

"Hello, young master!" The people in black bowed and shouted.

Hao Le: "..." Reaching the pinnacle of life?Rabid dog man?

In front of Hao Le's house, a wheelchair slowly turned around, and the man holding the wheelchair was a man in his early forties, who looked very gentle and spoke softly: "Sorry, we came too suddenly. "

Hao Le swallowed nervously.

Hao Le thought to himself: Could it be that rich people who are about to die of illness draw lots to decide who will inherit their inheritance?After all, I have the aura of the protagonist, so maybe this kind of thing really exists.

Hao Le clutched his heart, ready to accept a huge pie from the sky.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said something to the white-haired old man in the wheelchair. The old man was wearing a hearing aid, squinted his eyes and listened for a long time, and squinted his eyes to look at Hao Le standing in the dark corridor.

"Come here, show me." The old man said hoarsely.

Hao Le looked back at Zhong Quan, seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, he walked over cautiously.

The old man looked up at him tremblingly, Hao Le licked his lips, and squatted down for the convenience of the old man's observation.

His unconscious and considerate behavior made the middle-aged man behind him in a wheelchair smile with satisfaction.

"It's you...it's you..." The old man burst into tears, "It's the same mold as Ayou! Look, these eyes, this nose..."

The old man took out an old photo from his pocket, which looked like a family photo.

A young handsome man and a beautiful woman lead a young boy with a watermelon haircut.

The boy with the watermelon head was wearing a white shirt, a bow tie, and overalls.

At first glance, he looks well-bred, with fair skin and slightly rounded cheeks, looking extremely cute.

Hao Le frowned, feeling a little puzzled.

This boy looked only eight or nine years old...but how could he look so similar to himself when he was a child?It's almost like a person.

If you replace the strange men and women behind you with your parents, it will be your family portrait.

"This is your father," the old man said, pointing to the boy with the watermelon head, sobbing, "I am your grandpa."

Hao Le: "..."

Hao Le: "????" Bridge bean sack? !

The author has something to say: "Love Debt" is coming to an end, and it's time to enter a new copy.Let me explain again~ This article is about fast travel~www

Hao Le: "Don't mention this name again!!!"