Hold on, we can break up! [Quick Transmigration]

Zheng Zeyu drove the car quietly, saw his boss sitting on the seat politely from the rearview mirror, and felt that a man who was nourished by love was really different.

If it was as usual, Han Cheng would be leaning heavily on his seat to enjoy his cigarette addiction, and his posture seemed to be a big brother who was about to lead his brothers to fight. No wonder the president's wife was always frightened and stuttered.Looking back at the present, the man's brows are stretched, and his expression is kind, giving people the illusion of gentleness and elegance.

"It's the evening rush hour now, but fortunately we're going out early, and we should be able to arrive before the appointed time." Zheng Zeyu was worried that Han Cheng was in a hurry. After all, it was the first date in his life, so being late would be bad.

Han Cheng let out a "huh" and casually tapped his fingertips on his knees. It could be seen that he was in a good mood.

Arriving at the place agreed with Ying Nuo, Han Cheng found the private room under the guidance of the waiter, but when he opened the door, his expression suddenly changed.

Because in the private room besides Ying Nuo, there is another person he least wants to see.

Seeing Han Cheng's reaction, Ying Nuo was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat. He stood up in a panic and whispered, "Mr. Han, I'm sorry... I invited Auntie here on my own initiative... .”

Han Cheng didn't speak, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but was soon covered by the rising haze.

Zhou Haihua stood up when he saw Han Cheng, the woman's back was bent sickly, and her thin and out-of-shape face was full of guilt and sorrow: "Xiaocheng, just have a meal with my mother...is it okay? "

Han Cheng still stood still, not even bothering to look at her.

Yingnuo bit her lip hard, walked up to the man bravely, stretched out her hand and tugged on the man's cuff: "Mr. Han..."

An hour ago, after receiving Zhou Haihua's phone call, Yingnuo took the initiative to make an appointment with him. This time the meeting was not so long since the one we met in the hospital, but Zhou Haihua was much more haggard than before, and his whole body was exhausted. Corroded by the spreading tumor cells, his cheeks were sunken and his eyeballs were protruding, like a skeleton with a layer of human skin on it.

"Tang Su, Auntie won't live long." This was the first sentence Zhou Haihua said to Tang Su. This woman who was about to reach the end of her life was neither desperate nor hysterical, but faced her own death more calmly than anyone else. , she smiled and said to Yingnuo, this is actually the relief she had waited so hard for.

Zhou Haihua did not justify the mistakes she made when she was young. She even said that her second husband's endless domestic violence against her was the retribution she deserved. But at this point in her life, she no longer wants to dwell on what happened in the past Han Cheng hated her for blaming her for what she deserved. She doesn't expect her son's forgiveness now, but just wants to have dinner with him for the last time.

Sitting at the same table for a meal like all mother and son in the world.

Yingnuo's heart was soft, and his ears were even softer. He agreed to Zhou Haihua's request without hesitation, and also promised her not to tell Han Cheng about her cancer. This opportunity untie Han Cheng's knot, so that Zhou Haihua will not become a thorn in his heart, and every time he thinks about it, he will be stabbed in pain.

But whether it will be successful or not, Ying Nuo has no idea at all.

Han Cheng glanced at Ying Nuo coldly, and left without turning around. Instead, he found a random seat and sat down, then took out his lighter and lit a cigarette.

While swallowing, the man looked at Zhou Haihua absent-mindedly and said, "Eat, right? Then you can eat."

Zhou Haihua looked at Han Cheng gratefully, his eyes were slightly red, and people couldn't help but feel sore after seeing the picture.

This meal was filled with anxiety, Ying Nuo stared nervously at Han Cheng, fearing that he would lose his temper suddenly and overturn the dining table, but Han Cheng actually patiently smoked a cigarette silently for his sake.

Zhou Haihua's body was already very weak, and she stopped moving her chopsticks after eating some soup and water. She looked at Han Cheng's face with some greed, and tears flowed into her mouth accidentally, causing a burst of unspeakable bitterness. .

"Then mother is gone," Zhou Haihua smiled and stood up from his seat with some difficulty, his voice trembling imperceptibly: "Goodbye, son."

Han Cheng lowered his eyes and said nothing, the hard wall in his heart buried his weakness firmly, and he would never allow outsiders to see the slightest bit.

Zhou Haihua smiled bitterly, turned and left the box.

After confirming with the system that Hancheng did not reduce the progress value because of this incident, Yingnuo exhaled cautiously.

The atmosphere just now was like being locked in a vacuum box, and he was about to suffocate.

"Come here." Han Cheng pinched his cigarette, and the emotion in his eyes was a bit dangerous.

Ying Nuo sighed, knowing that she might be beaten.

He walked over slowly, and his attitude of admitting his mistake was not very sincere, "I'm sorry...Mr. Han."

I admit that I was wrong, but if I had to make another choice, I would still do it.

Han Cheng laughed angrily, stood up and broke Ying Nuo's chin, stared at him with straight eyes, and said in a harsh tone, "Aside from apologizing, will you say anything else?"

Ying Nuo frowned, her wet eyes were filled with complicated emotions, but she just pursed her lips and said nothing.

Han Cheng suddenly discovered that this kid usually looks like a harmless little sheep, but in fact he is very stubborn in his heart. A thankless chore.

"Tell me," Han Cheng let go of Ying Nuo and lit another cigarette, trying to calm himself down, "Why do you have to do this?"

Yingnuo recalled what Zhou Haihua had said to him, and his nose was sore. He took a few deep breaths, and then muttered in a serious voice: "I think Mr. Han is avoiding, your mother is at fault, but you deliberately refused to give her Chance to make up for her mistakes, while punishing her, don't you feel better?"

Han Cheng took a deep puff on his cigarette. He never liked being gossiped about his housework, and he didn't like to open his heart to anyone. He would rather have that kind of childhood trauma rot in his bones than be manipulated and exposed to the sun. Under the sun.

"She chose to leave back then, so it's over," Han Cheng said with a cold face, his voice was emotionless, "If you still want to get involved, stop it as soon as possible."

Not reconciled, Ying Nuo raised her head and stared at Han Cheng without blinking: "If you miss some things, you will never have another chance. Don't be afraid—"

"Okay," Han Cheng's patience ran out, "You called me here just to say this?"

Seeing the man's irritable expression, Ying Nuo knew that he didn't listen to a single word he said, and all the hard work was for nothing, which made him suddenly feel aggrieved and angry.

Muttering "I'm sorry" in a low voice, Ying Nuo turned around and walked slowly towards the door of the box.

Han Cheng froze for a moment, with a surprised expression on his face: "Where are you going?!"

Yingnuo had his own little emotions, and without even turning his head, he said "I'm going home" in a low voice.

Seeing that Ying Nuo was about to open the door and leave, Han Cheng finally couldn't sit still, he hurriedly stood up and pulled her into his arms, frowning and said: "Just wait for me, why are you going home!"

Suddenly being hugged by the gold master's father, Ying Nuo was a little dazed, but after realizing that he struggled a few times, he found that the other party didn't intend to let go, so he fell silent again in dejection.

Han Cheng belatedly realized that the child was throwing a temper tantrum, and he couldn't laugh or cry. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Ying Nuo's hair, and his tone softened obviously: "I'm not angry yet, but you are wronged first."

Ying Nuo raised his head and glanced at him, but quickly looked away, denying in a low voice: "There is no grievance."

Looking at Ying Nuo's eyelashes stained with moisture, Han Cheng felt as if his heart was being scratched by a small fluffy brush, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you like me that much?"

Ying Nuo was startled, ashamed and embarrassed as if someone had stripped his pants in broad daylight, he hesitated and defended: "Mr. Han, you misunderstood... misunderstood... "

His eyeballs were rolling around, obviously he was very guilty.

Han Cheng didn't believe this now, he held Ying Nuo's face and forced him to look at him, and asked leisurely: "Then why do you keep meddling with Zhou Haihua and me? You're so persistent that I beat you twice ?”

Han Cheng is not stupid, although he doesn't intend to have anything to do with Zhou Haihua, but Ying Nuo's motivation for doing this still makes him feel a little moved.

Yingnuo didn't expect things to turn out like this at all, he twirled his fingers helplessly, sweating from his brow just thinking about how to explain: "I...I just... .”

Han Cheng stared at the red earlobe of the person in his arms, wishing to press him into his arms and knead him, but in the end he just lowered his head and touched Ying Nuo's lips lightly, " It's okay, I like you too."

Finally speaking, Han Cheng admits it, the disobedient child in front of him just has the ability to turn his heart upside down casually.

Lips touch lips, two people's first kiss is lightly tasted, and they are separated at the touch of a touch.

System: "Congratulations, Master Host, the favorability progress value of the task target has risen to 75!"

Ying Nuo was overjoyed in his heart, but he had a lot of drama on the surface, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was half-opened in surprise, and a few small white teeth were accidentally exposed.

Love comes too fast like a tornado.

Hancheng Shisui knew the taste, but because he was worried about scaring people, he restrained the desire in his body. He slowly approached Yingnuo, forehead to forehead, nose to nose: "Little fool, are you still angry?"

The man's magnetic voice seemed to possess substance, like a knife scratching Ying Nuo's fragile nerves, as if following a punishment.

His whole body was in a state similar to being dizzy when drunk, as if he was hit on the head with a "bang" by the confession, "... huh?"

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