Mr. Xu's Qu Xiansen

Qu Zhe is 41 years old this year, and has beautiful blond hair that is particularly eye-catching even among foreigners.

When Qu Zhe was 16 years old, he had already started to show mercy everywhere. It was not until he married a wife specially arranged for him that Qu Jingyou came into being.

The birth of Qu Jingyou didn't mean much to Qu Zhe, their family members were very indifferent, but Qu Jingyou's excellence was unquestionable, even his stupid wife put the future on the Qu Jingyou's body, trying to get more love and attention.

Since when did Qu Jingyou become inexplicable?Since when did you dare to ignore or even drive him away as a father? !

Qu Zhe really couldn't remember, but now that he's back in China, standing on the land that used to belong to him in Jinzhou, he has the determination to make his son, a jerk, wake up.

He will show Qu Jingyou how arrogant and idiotic it is to expose such an obvious weakness!

Qu Zhe was sitting in the high-end hotel where he was temporarily staying, and after reading the few capable subordinates he had brought over to send about Qu Jingyou's power distribution and main business in Jinzhou over the years, the corner of his mouth became more and more curved. stand up.

Although there are still many unclear capital production chains, Qu Zhe is really satisfied with this report.

As long as he thinks that these will still belong to him in the future, Qu Zhe will inevitably forget all the oppression he received abroad.

Before he returned to China, he arranged for a few of his subordinates to sneak into Qu Jingyou's company and the secret sites full of dirty things as hidden cards. Lose Qu Jingyou's territory, cut off the line between Qu Jingyou and the underground industry, pull those partners to my side, and throw Qu Jingyou into the sea when the time comes, and I will be able to take over.

How wonderful, maybe God let him suffer such a blow abroad in order to give him this great gift.

Qu Zhe poured himself a glass of red wine, looked at the files on the computer over and over again, and was almost overwhelmed, but at this moment, his door was suddenly opened, Qu Zhe was seriously suspicious, and immediately stood up on guard, with his hands in his hands. He also touched the pistol he hid in the crack of the sofa, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

He left two bodyguards at the door. The bodyguards would never come in for no reason. Even if someone wanted to find him, the bodyguards would knock on the door and ask in advance.

Qu Zhe thought about countless possibilities for the identity of the future visitor, but he never expected that the boy who walked in would be a thin but indistinguishable boy.

The boy looked about eight or nine years old, but he gave off a mature feeling of a young adult, which was against harmony and made Qu Zing feel that he was underestimated.

Qu Zhe glanced at the boy quickly, and found that the boy was not carrying anything of great lethality, so he slightly let go of the hand holding the gun, and asked coldly, "Who are you? Your adults didn't teach you Do you have to knock on the door first when you enter someone's room?"

The boy glanced at Qu Zhe indifferently, and answered irrelevantly: "Tsk, apart from the appearance, they really don't look like father and son."

Qu Zing frowned. He heard that the other party might have something to do with his 'good son'. In addition, all the bodyguards of the other party were standing at the door without any intention of coming in, so he pretended to regain his elegance and composure, and said, "If you need me for anything, , ask your adults to come over and talk, let a child sit here, what is it?"

The boy smiled and said nothing, walked to Qu Zhe's computer, and glanced at the documents inside. He was so arrogant that he didn't regard Qu Zhe as the owner of this place at all. Just before Qu Zhe lost his patience, the boy said, "I'm here to give It was a gift from Mr. Qu Zing."

Qu Zhe didn't speak, and waited quietly for the boy to finish. Although he always disdained to have such a serious conversation with a child, his intuition told him not to underestimate him.

"I'm leaving Jinzhou at the end of the month. To be honest, I'm really unwilling to leave just like that. It happened that Mr. Qu Zhe came, so I thought we should be friends temporarily."

Qu Zhe sneered, put the red wine on the table, and said, "Really?"

"Of course." The boy sat on the sofa opposite Qu Zhe and said, "Although I'm leaving at the end of the month, I think the information collected during this period and the daily driving route of Qu Jingyou and other things should be very good to you. helpful."

Qu Zing said: "Little friend, you are too naive, I can get these things too."

"Of course, I will leave some people for you to use." The boy said, "I know you just came back from abroad. You lost a lot of things over there, and there are few people who can use it. How about it?"

Only then did Qu Zhe become serious, and fixedly looked at the boy in front of him who should have learned how much one plus one equals from his teacher in elementary school, and said, "Who the hell are you?"

The boy stood up and walked towards the door, saying, "You don't need to know about this, you just need to rest assured, because I'm with you now."

"Why did Qu Jingyou mess with you?" Qu Zhe also stood up and looked at the boy's back. Although he really hated the feeling of being controlled, he was indeed short of money and people, so he could only let one The boy comes to his place and walks around as he pleases.

The boy walked to the door, heard the people behind him ask this question, thought for a while, and said in that crisp childish voice: "How should I put it... Seeing how he lives so well, I'm a little jealous, that's all."

"Well, what's your name?"

"You don't need to know about this." After the boy finished speaking, he left with a group of subordinates, leaving Qu Zing to look at the wide open door and the two bodyguards who were suppressed and still fainting, and walked over ruthlessly. He kicked each of them hard, and finally poured himself another glass of red wine, thinking carefully about what the mysterious boy said just now.

On the other side, when the boy got into the car, the old man in the car just took off his earphones, his satisfaction was written all over his face.

The boy hated being looked at like this, even if it was his grandfather: "Look at what? Let's go."

The old man was not at all disturbed by the disgust and resistance in the boy's eyes. Instead, he liked the sharp edges and corners, and said, "I heard you say you were jealous. Are you really so jealous?"

The boy does not speak.

The old man shook his head, with the shrewdness of an old man of his age in his eyes: "Yao Sheng, you are still young, if you are willing to wait, within ten years, you will have what you want."

Yao Sheng ignored the old man, he just looked out of the window, his eyes didn't land, and he recalled his own past, the mountain that was always shrouded in mist in the early morning, the dilapidated hut, the morning he left, and the unfinished meal. Half a steamed bun, and the calluses on my hands...

Yao Sheng was trafficked when he was a child.

It was only recovered some time ago.

He has experienced poverty, hunger, endless cold, and all misfortunes, and now he is found by this old man, endowed with rich clothes, high status, wealth, and rights, but he is not grateful to this old man, because he knows too well that if he Not good enough, and these will be gone again soon.

But isn't everything this world gives him bad?

No.

Yao Sheng thought of that hug, that pair of warm hands, and the hand cream that person rubbed on him. He really felt his heart was warmed to the point of tingling!

He felt that there was something missing in his heart a long time ago. When he was in the mountains, he always woke up alone at night, and he had this feeling. Someone should gently call him not to be too I have wronged myself, there should be someone who will sleep next to him when the cold is unbearable, someone who will praise him, say he is smart, and someone who will feel sorry for him, holding him dirty and full of calluses hands cutting his nails.

But this person did not come until he was taken home by the old man.

Sometimes this feeling is very strong, so strong that he hates this world to death, and hates himself for being weak, and starts to fantasize about someone redeeming him. Sometimes this feeling is so weak that as long as he doesn't deliberately think about it, he will still look normal .

Then this normality collapsed when seeing Xu Xian.

From that moment on, Yao Sheng believed in the legends of his past and present lives, and from that moment on, he also believed in the sentence he read in a book some time ago:

One look for a lifetime...