Anan

Jiang Zhihong's angry look startled Yuan Wanping, she put down the remote control and sat up straight, looked at Jiang Weining inexplicably and said, "So what's the matter?"

Jiang Weining looked in the direction his father came, and saw Jiang Yu'an walking over holding Feng An's hand, with a slap mark on his face, and he understood everything in his heart.

He suddenly stood up from the sofa: "Brother!"

Seeing the palm marks on the eldest son's face, Yuan Wanping was taken aback for another moment, then quickly stood up, and walked over to touch Jiang Yu'an's face distressedly: "Oh! What's going on? An An, did you quarrel with your father?"

Jiang Yu'an took Yuan Wanping's hand and pulled it from her face, and said to Jiang Weining, "You send him back first."

Feng An held his right hand tightly: "Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Yu'an smiled at him: "It's okay, be obedient, you go home with Ningning first."

Looking at these two people, Yuan Wanping finally sensed something was wrong, and took a step back: "You two..."

Jiang Yu'an grabbed Feng An's wrist with his backhand and pushed him towards Jiang Weining: "Jiang Weining, don't take your time, hurry up!"

Jiang Weining came to his senses, agreed, and took Feng An's arm to lead him away.

Feng An was dragged towards the door by Jiang Weining, but his eyes were always looking at Jiang Yu'an. Finally, the moment the door was opened, he whimpered unbearably, stretched out his hand in Jiang Yu'an's direction, and shouted in a trembling voice : "Mr. Jiang, I can't go, you take me up together!"

Jiang Yu'an didn't answer his question, but just waved at Jiang Weining.

So Jiang Weining pulled Feng An out of the door forcefully.

In Jiang Weining's car, Feng An burst into tears, sobbing and sobbing: "Don't send me off, hurry back and help your brother, your father will definitely beat him..."

Jiang Weining was so anxious that he stepped on the gas pedal all the way: "I want to help too! But if I don't send you back first, my brother will beat me up later!"

Hearing this, Feng An cried even harder. If he hadn't been wearing a seat belt, he would probably have hunched over.He covered his face under the billboard flying past, tears kept flowing from between his fingers, thinking that he had clearly agreed that the two of them would be together, but Jiang Yu'an still sent him out, and went to resist Jiang Zhihong by himself Fist and fury—how could it be?

Jiang Weining took out a tissue with one hand, forced it to him and said, "Okay, okay, after all, it's his own, can Dad really beat the elder brother to death? Calm down, it's better to cry when you have this time Think about what to do next."

Feng An wiped away his tears with a tissue, and said in a twitch, "What can I do? Mr. Jiang won't bring me with him..."

Jiang Weining also felt that Jiang Yu'an's machismo was too much this time, and he was just trying to kill him.With Feng An present, Jiang Zhihong would restrain himself in the face of outsiders anyway, and would not get angry unscrupulously, but he wanted to fight alone—a person who is usually so shrewd, unexpectedly can't count at this time, It's really hard to know what to say about him.

Later, the car drove to the door of the apartment, and before it stopped, Feng An couldn't wait to remove the seat belt: "I can go up alone, you should go back quickly!"

Jiang Weining agreed.

Feng An jumped out of the car, bent down and shouted into the car window: "Send me a message when you go back, we will keep in touch anytime!"

Jiang Weining turned the steering wheel and turned the front of the car: "Okay, don't worry!"

Feng An watched Jiang Weining's car leave in front of the building, and stood for a while before turning around and going upstairs slowly.

It was a very difficult night. Feng An didn't wait for Jiang Weining's call until after three o'clock in the morning.He picked it up almost as soon as the bell rang: "Hello? It's me. How is Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Weining said: "He is now..."

The other end of the phone was disconnected, and then Jiang Yu'an's voice came out of the receiver: "An'an."

Feng An almost cried again.

Jiang Yu'an said on the other end of the phone: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Feng An was sad and angry, and said loudly, "Don't lie to me! Uncle, did he hit you?"

Jiang Yu'an laughed, and said: "I didn't intend to lie to you at first, I was hit, but it's not serious, you don't have to worry."

Feng An couldn't hear anything unusual in his voice, but he still suspected that he wasn't telling the truth: "It's really not serious?" He thought for a while and said, "You let Jiang Weining listen to the phone."

Jiang Yu'an said: "An'an, my mobile phone was taken away, and I can't contact you frequently these two days. Don't listen to what Jiang Weining has to say, and talk to me a few more words."

Feng An still couldn't help crying again.

"Is he going to lock you up too?" He cried and asked, "Will we never see each other again?"

Jiang Yu'an comforted him softly: "No. I'm over 40 years old, how could he restrain me like Jiang Weining, don't be afraid. I may not be able to go back these two days, but I still have a chance to go in a few days See you. Be obedient at home, take good care of yourself, remember to go to class on Monday, but don’t take my car anymore. If Nie Beiran or the driver asks you to come out these two days, don’t bother with them, you know?”

It was not difficult for Feng An to deduce Jiang Zhihong's intentions from his words, and asked, "Does your father want to bypass you and talk to me alone?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Jiang Yu'an continued to speak: "I'm not afraid that he will talk to you, I am afraid that he will hurt you."

Feng An bit his lips and let go, and answered him word by word: "Okay, I will protect myself, and you should also protect yourself. I will wait for you to come back."

Although Feng An couldn't see it, Jiang Yu'an still smiled, and his voice was extremely gentle: "Well, you are so good."

With his ear on the door, Jiang Weining suddenly waved violently at Jiang Yu'an, mouthing: "Yes, man, here we come!"

So Jiang Yu'an had to hang up the phone hastily.

Jiang Weining jumped onto the bed, stuffed the phone into his pocket, put on a mournful face, and wailed as the door was pushed open: "Brother, are you in severe pain? I'll take you to the hospital!"

Yuan Wanping entered the door with a distressed expression.Putting the tray containing the traumatic medicine on the head of the bed, she sat down by the bed, stretched out her hand carefully to touch the injury on the elder son's back, and asked with red eyes: "An'an, if the pain is really severe, you should go to the hospital , your father is asleep, I don’t know.”

Jiang Yu'an smiled, and said: "I didn't hurt my muscles and bones, so I went to some hospital. I just want to show him the injury, otherwise it will heal too soon, and Dad will not like it, so he will beat me up later, and I will Wouldn't it be a shame to die?"

Jiang Weining sighed: "Dad can eat two bowls of rice for a meal, it's too much strength."

Yuan Wanping wiped her tears and said, "An'an, tell your mother honestly that you haven't talked about your girlfriend all these years. Is it because you like boys since you were a child? You have never dared to tell your parents, have you?"

Jiang Yu'an knew that Yuan Wanping was a delicate mother, if she said yes, then Yuan Wanping would feel very distressed, and maybe she would give up objection because of self-blame and love for her son.In this matter, however, he did not intend to deceive his mother.

"No." He said, "I'm not born gay, it's just that the person I like now happens to be a man."

Yuan Wanping frowned and looked at him, as if she couldn't understand: "Then why do you have to be with him? You have such good conditions, you can meet many good girls! You can't have children with him. And he You are still so young, what if you see you get old and change your mind in the future!"

Jiang Weining chuckled: "Mom, Feng An is not a monster. The eldest brother is old, but he is not old? He will also grow older. If people think that the eldest brother is old, they will not like him from the beginning."

Jiang Yu'an also laughed, held Yuan Wanping's hand and said, "It's better for Mom to be nice to me, and Dad will only think that people are interested in my money."

Yuan Wanping sighed: "Actually, I quite like that child, but why is it a boy..."

Jiang Weining interjected, "It's not his fault that his parents made him a boy."

Jiang Yu'an said: "Mom, don't always feel that I have suffered a disadvantage. He is also a man, just like me. His mother also feels that her son has suffered a disadvantage."

Yuan Wanping asked, "Have you seen his mother?"

Jiang Yu'an shook his head and said, "His mother is dead."

Yuan Wanping let out a "Yo", and her expression became more entangled: "It's so pitiful."

Jiang Yu'an thought for a while, and said: "Mom, I think you are more reasonable than Dad, so I want to ask you, what do you think here, and do you object to me being with him?"

Yuan Wanping frowned and thought for a moment, then said frankly: "If Feng An was a girl, I would not object to you being together at all, but he is a boy... how should I put it, I don't hate him, but you are together... really What a pity."

"Because you can't have children?" Jiang Yu'an said: "There are many couples in the world who can't have children, but this is not a factor that hinders happiness. What's more, our family is not a family with only one child. I think there is still a problem in this matter. room for maneuver."

Yuan Wanping withdrew her hand, sighed, and thought for a while, then gently pushed his head with her fingers as if resigned to fate: "I can't say it to you, you should think it through yourself, and don't regret it in the future."

After giving Jiang Yu'an medicine, Yuan Wanping left.

Jiang Weining made a victory gesture: "Now Mom has been persuaded by you, only Dad is left."

Jiang Yu'an closed his eyes wearily: "It's useless for Dad to talk, he has to agree with him from the heart. Today is too careless, and we shouldn't have a showdown so early."

Jiang Weining carefully covered him with a thin blanket: "Stretch your head and retract your head, and you will die early and be reborn early."

"What did you say?" Jiang Yu'an raised the corners of his mouth: "You should rest early, too."

After waking up the next day, Feng An clicked on the phone screen and found a text message from Jiang Weining.The text message was sent at four o'clock in the morning. In one sentence, it summed up what happened to Jiang Zhihong and Jiang Yu'an in the study after they left yesterday.

"Yesterday, my father couldn't talk to my elder brother, so he became angry and beat my elder brother hard."

Feng An read this message, neither laughed nor cried, the screen of the mobile phone turned from bright to dark, and finally there was only distress.

He promised Jiang Yu'an that he would take good care of himself, so he washed up and had breakfast as usual, and went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients and added them to the refrigerator.In the afternoon, he also sat at the desk to write questions, but as he wrote, he couldn't help but get distracted.Looking up at the time, it is almost four o'clock, if it was before, Jiang Yu'an would ask himself what he wants to eat for dinner at this time, and then go to the kitchen to prepare.But now that Jiang Yu'an is away, he doesn't need to eat such a sumptuous dinner by himself, so he can only continue to study hard in front of the books - but even if he has achieved a little result in his studies, there is no kiss and encouragement from Jiang Yu'an.

So he felt very boring, Jiang Yu'an was not around, his heart was empty, life was boring.

Two days later, Jiang Yu'an was finally able to get out of bed and walk around.He walked down to the living room with his back, slowly sat down on the sofa, and said to Jiang Zhihong who was watching TV, "Dad, I'm going to work tomorrow."

Jiang Zhihong snorted coldly: "What kind of job is this virtue? Do you want to go to work, or do you want to see that child?"

Jiang Yu'an didn't lie either: "I want to see him. But the company also has a lot of things to deal with, so I can't go."

Jiang Zhihong said: "I won't agree to this matter, you take care of it, stay at home and let me reflect. As for the affairs in the company, I will take care of it, you don't have to worry about it."

Jiang Yu'an stood up slowly, walked upstairs with his waist supported.

Jiang Zhihong was furious: "What's your attitude? The father is talking to you, and you just leave?!"

Jiang Yu'an turned his head, and answered him respectfully: "Father, my body hurts, and I want to go back to my room to take care of it."

Jiang Zhihong took a deep breath, clenched the muscles on his cheeks, and his eyes were full of regret and hatred. He really wanted to chew his son alive.

Jiang Yu'an said again: "Dad, can I go back to my room?"

Jiang Zhihong spat out a word: "Get lost!"

Jiang Zhihong felt that he could not be controlled by his son, so he used his brains and decided to get rid of the root cause of this problem.

He wanted to negotiate with Feng An, so he contacted Nie Beiran and asked the other party to make an appointment with Feng An.However, Nie Beiran made appointments, but in the end he didn't make an appointment.Feng An had already listened to Jiang Yu'an's orders, so even if Nie Beiran said the flowers, as long as Jiang Yu'an didn't call himself, he wouldn't see anyone.As for those huge checks promised on the phone, to him it was something like a fantasy. It sounded good, but in front of the real Mr. Jiang, it was immediately overshadowed and reduced to dust and confetti in reality. Not attractive at all.

Jiang Zhihong was so angry that he was half dead, and he didn't want to condescend to find him in person, so he had to attack from the side, using his parents to beat him.

However, after some investigation, he found that Feng's father was in prison, and it would be unlucky enough not to ask him to do anything. As for Feng's mother, she had died of illness many years ago, and Feng An himself may not have known about this.

So Jiang Zhihong drew his sword and looked around in a daze, realizing that he was empty of resources and capital, but he couldn't impress a teenage boy.

After another week like this, there was still no progress in his son's emotional problems, and Jiang Zhihong himself gradually felt like he was looking for death and life.

The busy schedule of Hongtai's president is no longer something an old man in his seventies can afford.The company has piles of documents that need to be approved every day, and there are countless meetings waiting for him to attend.He is exhausted just sitting in the headquarters and presiding over the overall situation. How can he have the energy to attend dinners and participate in various business forums?

Of course, he can also choose to let go of power and let the younger generation help him share the burden.But there are many people in the board of directors, and as long as he relaxes a little, the other old brothers are very likely to take advantage of it.He can't give up such an important position to someone other than the Jiang family.

Jiang Zhihong was deeply aware of his own aging for the first time.In the father-son relationship between him and Jiang Yu'an, the strength of the father is constantly weakening, and the strength of the son is growing. Now it is not the young son who needs to rely on his father, but the old father who has to rely on his son.

It is impossible for him to restrain Jiang Yu'an at home forever, and in fact, he no longer has the ability to restrain Jiang Yu'an.The reason why Jiang Yu'an stayed at home was entirely his own wish.The father has spoken, and the son is willing to obey out of father-son love, that's all.

So in the third week, Jiang Yu'an still went to work.