You who walk against the light

Zhong Kaifan raised his head. For the first time, he saw the helplessness of old age in his majestic father, so he made the biggest compromise: "If everything is on the right track, I want to find a professional manager to take care of it."

Zhong Dingheng stood up, with a gentle smile in the corner of his eyes, walked slowly to his son, and patted him on the shoulder: "Unless you can't solve it, but I would like to remind you that when you reach a certain position, you will be attached to certain things , such as rights, you may be reluctant to part with them at that time."

Zhong Kaifan didn't answer, his silence was like a lake.

Zhong Dingheng has to admit that Kaifan is actually more like himself when he was young, steady, silent, and tenacious, but some previous experiences have prevented him from going in the right direction. If he cooperates, it is not too late to correct it now.

"Okay, at least you have this attitude. I thought it would be difficult to convince you." Zhong Dingheng leaned on a cane and walked towards the door: "Eat first."

In the evening, Chen Li came home with big and small shopping bags. The nanny Amei was her cousin and Zhong Ziming's mother.

"Why did you come back now?" Amei took the things in her hands and couldn't help but click her tongue: "I said how much did you buy?"

Chen Li was changing shoes at the entrance, with the other hand on Amei, her body was straight, a woman who lived to her position already had a somewhat proud posture, she deliberately raised her voice: "If I don't buy more Things, where do you spend so much time?"

Amei was frightened when she heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she lowered her voice: "I mean aunt, please don't say a few words."

In this family, Amei is the only one who dares to say Chen Li.

Chen Li rolled her eyes at Amei: "You're trying to beat me up and call me auntie." Saying that, she shook off her hand and walked up to the second floor calmly.

Since Xiaocan passed away, Chen Li seemed to be a different person.

In the past, she was not as extravagant and wasteful as she is now. She also wanted to be a good wife, otherwise Zhong Dingheng would not have married her.

When there is no hope in the day, and the spirit loses support, it is always necessary to find something to pass the long time.

Of course she knew that Zhong Ziming was not familiar with her, and her cousin was half-true and half-fake to her, but without Zhong Ziming, a powerful pawn, she would have no bargaining chips, and she might as well be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

After changing her home clothes, Chen Li went to the kitchen and asked Amei, "I told you to cook the bird's nest this morning, is it ready?"

"It's ready." Amei brought out the porcelain bowl.

Chen Li washed her hands and was a little happy: "Let me ask you, how is the day today? Did Zhong Kaifan quarrel with him?"

Amei pursed her lips, "No, I left after eating."

Chen Li was a little discouraged, she filled a bowl of bird's nest for herself, and leaned against the kitchen countertop, "Don't Zhong Kaifan always have the same nose as Lao Zhong, aren't his eyes eyes? What's so strange?"

Amei shook her head, at that moment when Zhong Kaifan entered the study, Xiao Zheng was standing at the door all the time, even if she wanted to listen to the corner, she couldn't hear it.

"Did my son come to Beijing and didn't buy anything for Lao Zhong?" Chen Li's thoughts jumped, as if she had thought of something else.

"He came empty-handed."

When Chen Li heard this, she threw the spoon into the bowl and said angrily, "He is really a good son of his own, and it still hurts like this."

"Keep your voice down!" Amei frowned, worry appeared on her simple and honest face for the first time.

"I can't eat any more, help me throw it away." Chen Li lost her appetite, filled another bowl of bird's nest, and walked to the study.

Ah Mei pointed behind her: "Waste!"

The sound of 'tuk-tuk' sounded in the study room.

"Come in."

The lights were dim, and Zhong Dingheng was still reading this quarter's report and replying to emails from time to time.

"Why are you here?" Zhong Dingheng wore glasses, and glanced at his wife Chen Li from above the glasses.

With a smile on her face, Chen Li said, "I don't care about you." As she spoke, she put the bird's nest on the desk, still steaming hot.

"You," Zhong Dingheng laughed helplessly, put down the mouse in his hand, and took a sip, "Well, it's not bad."

In marriage, apart from the moment when the face is torn apart, one has to maintain a bit of decency,

Even if they know each other well.

"How is it?" Chen Li blinked. A woman in her 40s is well-maintained and can be charming.

Zhong Dingheng was very face-saving, and gave a thumbs up: "It's still my wife who loves others."

Chen Li rolled her eyelids and said sourly, "Amei cooked it."

"Then I'll borrow flowers to present to Buddha." Zhong Dingheng took two sips and felt a little overwhelmed, "I'm still busy, you go to rest first."

Chen Li nodded, "Don't be too late."

This is a protracted battle, and she can't lose her composure like she did in the hospital.

At night, the streets are full of traffic, and the street lights on both sides are on. The nightlife in this city seems to have just begun, like a colorful Pandora's box, waiting for someone to open it.

Xiao Zheng drove the car himself, "Shall we find a place to go?"

Zhong Kaifan waved his hand, he didn't seem to be interested in anything, he was extremely exhausted: "No, let's go back to the hotel."

Xiao Zheng nodded, the car turned around and sped all the way.

After Zhong Kaifan stayed at the hotel, Xiao Zheng received a call from Zhong Dingheng: "How is Kaifan?"

Not long after Xiao Zheng left the hotel, he found a secluded place to park his car. He became addicted to cigarettes and fumbled for a cigarette in his pocket: "He seems to be in a bad mood."

"I don't think he is determined enough." Zhong Dingheng said angrily, "How about the thing that called your attention a few days ago?"

"The kid has returned to Shanghai and is currently talking about a variety show." Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette.

"Does he still have any influence on Kaifan?" Zhong Dingheng asked.