His little coward

London, England

"Banfield, please help me book a ticket to country Z." The man raised his left hand wearing a watch. The unique design and first-class line sense are unique.

He was wearing a handmade jacquard plaid long-sleeved shirt inside, with ironing patterns embellishing his already perfect and muscular figure. The cuffs were a few centimeters longer than the sleeves of the handmade slim dark blue double-slit suit jacket on the outside. It appears layered.

On the left sleeve of his shirt, there is a delicate and low-key cuff button. The cuff buttons are sterling silver male and female lions handmade by Guteng GOTEM.

The man lowered his eyelashes, which were long, curled and dense. He glanced at the time and continued to move forward while adding a sentence to the personal assistant beside him. "Before Friday."

His voice was deep and deep, even with two simple words, without even a hint of command, but in the eyes of the personal assistant, this man was an absolute king, which made him want to surrender to him.

Banfield has only worked under this man for two years, but he fully admires the man's ability.He witnessed with his own eyes how the man turned the tide with gold and iron horsepower in the thorns, transformed the heavy burden of GOLDENEMPIRE into a barrier against foreign enemies externally, strangled the villain's sinister tricks internally, and swept away all obstacles obstacles before him.

The man grasped the real power of the family at the fastest speed - at a jaw-dropping speed, no one would touch him anymore, and no one would dare to harm him.

After a year of silence, the man finally began to stretch out his minions towards the sweet pastry of the mainland.

This trip to the mainland of country Z was completely within the expectation of the GOLDENEMPIRE board of directors. As early as a year ago, there was already news that a man would hand over this extremely wealthy company to his subordinate, Aaron Windsor.

Unexpectedly, until today, the man left for Country Z.

Banfield booked the flight fluently, put his mobile phone into the pocket of his suit coat, and caught up with the man who had gone away. "Mr. Lancaster," Banfield opened the rear door of the Mulsanne that had already parked on the side of the road, took a deep breath, and then choked out a sentence. "We look forward to your return."

The man tore off the tie that had been confining his neck, and undid two buttons at will before he got into the carriage and replied when Banfield closed the door. "Come back or not, it's up to me to choose."

The door of the carriage was closed, and Mulsanne left without a trace, until there was only a row of trance exhaust left, and Banfield walked back to the gate of the high-rise building somewhat desolately.

Mr. Lancaster is the god of their GOLDENEMPIRE, but none of them can keep their god.

Because God is lonely, no one can walk into His heart, and no one dares to walk into His heart.

Above the drowsy sky, a clear and shallow roar crossed the sky.

Following the voice, Banfield raised his head and blocked the dazzling light of the newborn sun with his palm.

May my love, with the departure of God, dissipate.

**

The phone in his hand vibrated twice, the man unlocked the screen, and sure enough, he saw the one-way ticket that Banfield had ordered before.

He put the cold cell phone aside again and ignored it.The style of the mobile phone is not the popular touch-screen mobile phone nowadays, but it is the same as the old-fashioned mobile phone before, with nine-character keys suddenly on it.

Through the dimly lit window of the carriage, the man looked sideways at the desolate scenery outside with his deep eyes.

Everything seemed dead, everything was lifeless.

The corner of the man's mouth showed an inexplicable and strange arc, but he quickly suppressed it forcibly.

He stretched out his palm, touched the solid glass window with his fingers, and murmured in a low voice. "Ten years, I can finally go back."

The curvature of the corner of the mouth became bigger and bigger, and he withdrew his hand, and the curvature of the corner of the mouth was also compressed into a cold and hard line, as if the man who was smiling happily through the glass window just now was not him.Lying on the comfortable back seat, he fell asleep lightly.

The dark Mulsanne drove along the road all the way to an empty hill.The higher you go, the more sparsely populated.

Until, all the hustle and bustle around stopped abruptly, leaving only a calm lake and an endless plain.The scenery of the mountains became clearer and clearer, and gradually, a simple and dull manor appeared in front of him.

There was nothing around the manor, even the lake was quiet.This silent environment made the man feel uncomfortable. It should be said that as long as he came here, his whole body would show resistance.

He took a deep breath and got out of the car when Mulsanne stopped at the gate of the manor.

There was a well-behaved steward waiting outside the car door, "Master, you are back."

"What about him?"

The steward immediately understood, and led his young master up the mahogany steps to the second floor.The floor on the second floor was covered with warm carpets, the patterns on them were dignified and elegant, and there was no fault in them.

Without squinting, the man walked through the long corridor and came to the end.Then he opened the door in front of him—the door of his father's room.

The indoor temperature is suitable, the air is fresh and well ventilated.The transparent curtains like cicada wings fluttered slightly with the warm wind blowing in from the window. If there were no middle-aged woman sitting on the bed and the middle-aged man paralyzed on the bed, everything would be perfect.

The middle-aged woman glanced coldly at the man, then looked away as if seeing garbage.She paved her body for the middle-aged man with the same demeanor, pressed a kiss on his forehead, and left in a hurry.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man glanced at the closed door again, and the black chiffon skirt that flashed away, and then turned his attention to the dying middle-aged man in front of him.

"What did you call me back for?" The man walked to the side of the bed, ignoring the seat where the woman had been sitting, crossed his hands, turned sideways and condescended to look down at the middle-aged man lying not far from him.

Of course, it was also his father—in blood.

"Robert." The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and morbidly exhausted. He had just said a name before coughing.

The man named Robert looked at the middle-aged man who couldn't see the figure of a few years ago with his eyes as deep as autumn water, and then walked to the middle-aged man's side in frustration, and let him go.

But soon, the cough gradually subsided, and he was impatient, so he put his hands aside and motioned him to continue talking with his eyes.

"I have lived for so many years, and the only thing I did wrong is to choose a surrogate." The owner of Lancaster said eloquently. "Did you hate me all these years?"

"How could it be?" Robert replied with a smile on his face, no one would say that he was lying because of the sincerity in his phoenix eyes.

But knowing a son is like a father, the Patriarch of Lancaster shook his head with a wry smile, and changed the question. "You want to go back to country Z, can you tell me why?"

"The London company is already on the right track, and it can still turn around without me. The industry in the mainland is almost about to change due to our migration ten years ago. If we don't solve this problem quickly, won't our lifeline in the mainland be given to others? A wedding dress?" He said with certainty and reason.Then, he analyzed the trend of the situation in recent years and concluded that it must be rectified.

The Lancaster knew his boy had always been strong-minded, and this, too, convinced him again.He sighed. "Even if we don't abandon companies in mainland China, it will actually not be of greater help to our future."

"But in the same way, there will be no loss." Robert immediately refuted him, his phoenix eyes were full of smiles, and it looked like he was having a warm conversation with his lover Wu Nong.

"Besides, I like Country Z." Robert cut off his father's words again, sealing all the refusal at the intersection.

The owner of Lancaster knew that everything was a foregone conclusion, so he had to give up. Seeing that the man closed his eyes and was about to rest, Robert also got up and left.

And just as he was putting his hand on the doorknob, a low voice suddenly came from behind him. "My will has been made."

The door was closed again, blocking the sad voice of the middle-aged man in the vicissitudes of life behind the door, and at the same time blocking the slightest fragility of the middle-aged man.

Many years ago, that cruel scene was vividly remembered, but today, he no longer has the strength to hate.

And the beginning of the nightmare, at this moment, has been entangled in drugs, and he can't even control his limbs.

In this way, he was finally free.

And he can finally find his own warmth.

Three days later, Robert boarded the plane from London. After a long journey in the air, the moment he looked down on the entire land of country Z from a high altitude, Robert finally clearly understood a fact that he should have faced squarely—he was back. .

The wheel of the suitcase in his hand scraped against the smooth marble floor, and he was finally in the dreamland with black hair and black eyes.

Robert raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes under the sunglasses were extremely bright.

he whispered to himself.

"Welcome back, Mr. Lin Che."

"This is your country, the country that belongs to both of you."

This time, he will never let go of that person's hand again, even if he falls to pieces, no matter what method he uses, he will completely let him be his own.

Only he can possess him.

Others, absolutely not.

This is the time of ten years of missing, telling and convincing him the truth.