thank you boss

When Xiao Jingran was arrested, he was still holding the Glock18 in his hand.

Several policemen pushed him to the ground, roughly broke his arms, and put on bright handcuffs.

Outside the window, police lights flashed and sirens blared across the night sky.

The words that his adoptive father said to him when he was 16 years old can still be heard in his ears.

"If you choose this path, you are the bottom of the Huang family. You have to wipe off the dirt that cannot appear on the surface. Can you do it?"

"I can do it."

At that time, Xiao Jingran knelt in front of Guan Erye, and answered decisively, but he had no choice at all.

Xiao Jingran lived with his mother when he was a child.As long as he can remember, he has been shuttled between the old alleys all day long, looking forward to the sugar water stewed on the stove, sitting on the steps with his mother, leaning on her knees and looking at the entrance of the alley.

The south is humid, and at the turn of spring and summer, it is rainy and hazy for days.

Every year around this time, a man comes to see them.The shiny black car was parked at the entrance of the alley, who came slowly through the mist, tall and solemn, not good at talking.

Mom told him it was his father.

Xiao Jingran was afraid of life, turned around and hid behind his mother, it took a long time before he dared to poke his head out and nod.

The man came to him and squatted down, rubbing his head lightly, his eyes were elusive and deep.

My mother will only be happy for a few days every year, always with a gentle smile on her face.It's just that no matter how happy his mother is, Xiao Jingran still can't figure out why other people's fathers come home every day, why those kind and kind neighbors always call him a little bitch behind his back.

Later, my mother still died. When I was six years old, my mother who was seriously ill couldn't survive that winter, and she couldn't make that phone call before she closed her eyes.

The neighbor is kind and willing to take care of the funeral for his mother. He has received a lot of favors from his father, but now he just finds a random hill to bury the matter.

On the winding and rugged mountain road, between the grass and the dirt, there are dense and writhing worms everywhere.

The young Xiao Jingran was very scared, subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the hand beside him, but it was in vain.

"What are you afraid of, just trample to death."

The adults walked down the mountain with big strides, and no one cared about him.

Xiao Jingran was trembling in his little green slippers, and every time he took a step, he could feel the creepy and greasy explosion under his feet.

He relies on the charity of the neighbors to fill his stomach. His mother is gone, and the house is becoming more and more empty every day.The jewelry box is gone today, and the money box is gone tomorrow.From time to time, some of the beautiful dresses piled up in the closet would float away, and the aunts next door told him that it was a waste to keep these things.

The children of other families are all of school age, bouncing past the door with their schoolbags on their backs.Only the little Xiao Jingran was still wearing the thin clothes, sitting on the steps in front of the alley all day long, staring blankly at the entrance of the alley.

Father finally came, and sat on the grand master's chair, listening to the piercing crying outside the door, and remained silent.

After a long time, he came to Xiao Jingran and told him in a low voice.

"In the future, you will call me foster father, remember?"

Xiao Jingran looked at his father silently, his eyes were clear, yet confused.

From then on, Xiao Jingran was a child without father or mother.

Huang's house is very big, even the bedrooms in the castle-like house are larger than those in the alley.

Coming to an unfamiliar environment for the first time, anxiety and uneasiness mixed together, knocking on Xiao Jingran's soul.Unable to fall asleep at night, he got up and wanted to find his father.

The hallway was as long as a maze, and the door of the room was not closed tightly, and the screams could be heard from a distance.

"If you dare to keep him, I, then, go, die!"

The father snatched the scissors from the woman's hand, and let the slaps fall on his face like raindrops.

Xiao Jingran was terrified, standing at the door at a loss.

But soon a warm palm was pressed against his eyes.

A boy much taller than he was quietly led him away, carefully gesticulating "shh" at him.

That boy was Huang Yaosheng, the eldest son of his father and the young master of the Huang family.

Xiao Jingran originally thought that he would not stay in Huang's house, or be sent to others to be raised, or continue to return to the alley to fend for himself.It's just that he still stayed later, no one knows how his father persuaded his wife, chose a good day, and formally adopted him as a foster son.

At that time, Xiao Jingran silently looked at the adults in the seat, each of them looked kindly and kindly, only the madam sat on the side with her eyes closed, her fingertips trembling slightly as she twirled the Buddhist beads.

Xiao Jingran didn't know how to evaluate the relationship between his mother and father, and he didn't even know whether his own existence was correct.When he was young before, he didn't understand many things; later, when he grew up, he still couldn't understand why a person's feelings can be divided into so many shares.

Huang Yaosheng is much better than him in this aspect, he has never been as cold to him as Huang Yaoxuan, and he doesn't care about the rumors about illegitimate children, "Men, don't they just like three wives and four concubines, as long as they are at home."

In fact, they never really spread out to talk about the things of the previous generation, even if they grew up later, they just said some words with unclear meaning.Because they all understand that Xiao Jingran is just an orphan that the old man picked up from the side of the road with a kind heart when he was away from home.

In front of the big dining table, Xiao Jingran always sat at the farthest position from his adoptive father, watching from a distance that his elder brother and elder sister could sit on their knees, holding the job in front of him by himself, fulfilling his duty as a foster son.

During the first snowfall that winter, everyone else was playing snowball fights with his brothers and sisters in the garden, only Xiao Jingran ignored anyone, hid in the corner of the back garden by himself, and built three small snowmen.

The ones on the left and right are bigger, and the one in the middle is himself, which is smaller.

Xiao Jingran's little hands were sore and red from the cold, but he was rarely happy.

However, he still had a good life in the Huang family. No matter what his background was, he was always the foster son of Mr. Huang, the honorable young master of the Huang family.

The adoptive father's name is Huang Yuxing, and he is one of the best gang leaders in the local area.I heard from the adults that there were gangsters everywhere in T City back then.In that era when studying was not the mainstream way out, people from all over the world kept pouring into T City to make a living, and gangs, big and small, sprang up innumerably.It was at that time that the adoptive father started his family. Because of his poor family, he came out to wander around the rivers and lakes at the age of 15. He was righteous and informal, and established the Huaxing Society bit by bit. Today, the gang has no less than [-] members.

Xiao Jingran grew up in such an environment, often together with Huang Yaosheng, watching those adults in suits and leather shoes come and go in and out of the mansion.

The sun shines into the mansion through the tea-white gauze curtains, and the air smells of tobacco and incense mixed together.There are endless Pai Gow games, endless foreign wines, scattered cards and banknotes on the game table, and half-smoked cigars still burning in the crystal ashtray on the coffee table.

Occasionally, a half-dead man would be dragged out of the room and discarded on the ground, allowing him to crawl on the beautifully woven carpet, rubbing against other people's feet and begging, that scene was always frightening to watch.

But the patience of adults is always limited.

Sitting behind the tall seat, the adoptive father turned his back, and immediately someone gracefully began to install the silencer on the gun in his hand.

But when the trigger was pulled, the adoptive father suddenly made a sound.

Everyone froze for a moment, and followed the foster father's line of sight to this side.Xiao Jingran and Huang Yaosheng were taken aback for a moment, and they were hurriedly pushed out the door.

That's everything they've been used to since childhood.

And with the same experience as them, there is another person.

On the New Year's Eve of the year when he came to Huang's house, a boy about his age was ushered in. His adoptive father warmly went up to him, picked up the boy and raised it above his head, calling him brother and brother.

Huang Yaosheng told him that the man's surname was Ni, his name was Ni Jie, and he was his father's dead brother.And the boy next to him is Ni Jie's son, only one year older than him, named Ni Xiaotian.

That was the first time Xiao Jingran met Ni Xiaotian, the guy who liked to look at people with his chin up since he was a child, he was arrogant for no reason.

It's just that at that time his gaze was fixed on Ni Jie's back.

Ruan Fang, Mrs. Ni, is a very beautiful woman. She is not as capable as Xu Jinghua, but she is much more gentle and virtuous.

Xiao Jingran liked to look at her very much, whenever he saw Mrs. Ni, he couldn't bear to take his eyes off her.

It didn't take long for Huang Yaosheng to discover that habit. When he grew up, he even teased him when he was drunk. He even liked Mrs. Ni when he was young.

Xiao Jingran drank too much at that time, so he blurted out what was buried in his heart in a daze.

"What I like about her...is that she looks like my mother."

The unintentional words were meant to explain, but Huang Yaosheng suddenly sat up straight.

"What did you say?"

The elders of the gang often said that the old man could be the boss back then, and Huaxing almost monopolized two-thirds of the sex business and underground money houses in T City, but at the last moment, he still gave Ni Jie a step.

No one knows why Mr. Huang is so careless about gains and losses, only that he is genuinely loyal.

Huang Yaosheng's gaze was empty.

'Men, don't you just like three wives and four concubines, as long as your heart is at home. '

But what if this is not what the heart wants at home?

After a long time, Huang Yaosheng, who has succeeded his father in charge of Huaxing, always likes to compete with the Ni family for no other reason than to watch them make trouble.

But that's all for later.

When Xiao Jingran was young, he only knew that Ni and Huang were family friends and their relationship was really good.

The two families will go to the manor in the suburbs to escape the summer together in midsummer every year.

At that time, Huang Yaosheng would lead them around the big castle-like house all day long.As the days went by, Huang Yaosheng would privately get rid of those bodyguards who followed him wherever he went, and sneak up to the top of the wall by himself, then turn over and fall down again.

Xiao Jingran and Ni Xiaotian are always the first to spot him, like two little tails that cannot be shaken off, clamoring to "escape" with him.

Huang Yaosheng is only fourteen or five years old. He is upright, youthful and rebellious, and he doesn't even bother to play with "primary school students" like them.But in the end, he couldn't stop the two little boys from getting entangled, so he could only open his big arms and tell them to jump off.

"Let's jump, brother will follow you."

Every time Xiao Jingran had to ride on the wall for a long time, carefully looking at the height over there, his hands and feet broke out in cold sweat.

Later, if Ni Xiaotian hadn't muttered "Someone is here!" in a low voice, and then slapped him, he probably wouldn't be able to take his "first step" in this life.

But fortunately, Huang Yaosheng would catch him properly every time, and fell to the ground with him, never let him knock once.

Xiao Jingran used to look forward to Huang Yaosheng from the bottom of his heart. The man he has always called his brother has indeed given him a lot of warmth about family affection.

When she was eight years old, Huang Yaoxuan, who was three years older, folded a wreath, ran to Ni Xiaotian in a beautiful princess dress, and put the wreath on his head.

Ni Xiaotian threw the wreath on the ground impatiently, but Huang Yaoxuan who was crying angrily gave her a big push.

The second sister Ni Xiaoqing helped her younger brother up, and Huang Yaosheng who rushed over smiled.So Huang Yaosheng, who coaxed his younger sister, stood up straight, the smile on his face was a little clumsy and a little bit green.

"It's super-sweet."

That night, Huang Yaosheng told Xiao Jingran with the back of his head that if he wanted to get married in the future, it would definitely be Ni Xiaoqing.

At that time, the two would often share some little secrets between brothers, but because of the age difference, Huang Yaosheng grew up and had more private affairs, so he often couldn't see his shadow all day long.

So compared to Huang Yaosheng, Xiao Jingran spent most of his time with Ni Xiaotian when he was young.

The two little ones have been arranged together by the adults in the family since they were young, receiving various courses and learning various skills.

At that time, they often wore training clothes, stood in a big dojo, and stared blankly at the coach who was "several times" bigger than themselves in front of them.

Self-defense is the basic quality they must have. From kendo to fighting, the family hired various professional coaches, who often "tortured" them to death.

Here Xiao Jingran has been "beaten" and forced, fell to the ground and couldn't get up.Over there, Ni Xiaotian got up from the ground in a daze. He didn't even know the east, west, and north, so he rushed towards the coach's figure first, but didn't want to hit the wall directly, and successfully KO'd himself.

That kind of mourning training is simply a shadow of childhood, Xiao Jingran feels a headache when he thinks about it now.

It's just that as he gets older, the things that should be stopped are becoming more and more aimed at him.

At the age of 14, Xiao Jingran, who had gradually revealed the appearance of an adult, was taken to an underground arena by high-ranking members of the gang, pointing to those teenagers who were about his age, and asked him, "Master, do you want to go up and play?" Play?"

Xiao Jingran has a young heart, he thinks he has learned these things since he was a child, and no one pays attention to them at all.

It was his first time to fight in the ring. Amid all the attention, he only heard a "ding bell" ringing in his ear, and he didn't last more than 2 minutes.

That fighting style was completely different from what he had learned in his daily life.

It was only later that he learned that this kind of underground group arena with a gambling nature is very common on the road. It is used to compete for fun, and there are often big bosses who come to watch the game and choose their favorite fighters to absorb into the gang.

"I think back when your adoptive father came out to fight the world, there were so many venues, maybe they would be swept away at any time. The police are not as ready as they are now. They often beat with a machete for more than ten minutes. If you are a little It's a little powerless, and someone will be hacked every minute, or someone will be killed if they don't do it, it's really an era when people rely on their ability to mess around."

In the smoky lounge, the bosses of the gang sat at the mahjong table and fumbled at Xiao Jingran while holding cigarettes.

"Although the times are different now, it's not like in the past that you had to rely on fighting to get ahead. It's just that the business is now on the right track. We have always started with gangs. Those things that can't be brought to the table always need Someone is taking care of it. However, young master, you are also from the Huang family, so you can't help sharing the old man's worries."

Xiao Jingran pushed away the younger brother who applied the medicine for him, and sat on the sofa in silence.

In the second year, there will be a happy event at home, guests will come and go, and there will be a lot of people.

Xiao Jingran was upright and rebellious, and was very tired of such occasions. He pulled his narrow tie to avoid the crowd, and walked along the long corridor.

When passing by a room, there was a faint sound of laughter.

Xiao Jingran looked in through the half-closed door, Huang Yaosheng was sitting on the table shaking his wine glass and laughing, while Ni Xiaotian over there was entangled with two sexy women, and finally hugged them and fell on the big bed .

Xiao Jingran froze in place.Huang Yaosheng looked this way, walked over with a smirk, and covered his eyes with his hands.

"It's almost your birthday, I gave it to you."

In an unoccupied corner of the garden, Huang Yaosheng handed him a gun as if to divert attention.

"Dad said you must like it, do you like it?"

When Huang Yaosheng left, he told him so.

Xiao Jingran looked at the gun in his hand, and sat on the grass alone, leaning against the wet wall for a long time.

Later, when it was getting dark, Ni Xiaotian came out in disheveled clothes, saw him here, sat beside him, and stared at the sky together in a daze.

"Is it bad?"

There were birds flying across the sky, Ni Xiaotian caught sight of the gun in his hand, held his hand and raised it to the sky, knocking away more birds on the tree, and knocking down the bird that was flying.

"Bad."

In the same year, Xiao Jingran came to an underground arena again.

Still those uncles who pointed him out looked at him, "Master Ran, do you want to go up and try?"

Xiao Jingran thought for a while, and only asked, "Will foster father be happy if he wins?"

Then off again.

At the age of 16, the three of them knelt in front of Master Guan and vowed to support each other in the future, and if there is you, there will be me.

Afterwards, Huang Yaosheng and Ni Xiaotian were invited out, and only Xiao Jingran remained kneeling on the spot.

The adoptive father was sitting in the hall, looking fixedly at this adoptive son who had turned into an adult in a blink of an eye, with a rare look of deepness in his eyes, "I went out to the rivers and lakes at your age back then, I didn't expect that even you are so old now gone."

Xiao Jingran looked down, "If it wasn't for my adoptive father, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"If you choose this path, you are the bottom of the Huang family. You have to wipe off the dirt that cannot appear on the surface. Can you do it?"

Xiao Jingran was not surprised at all, looking back at the way Huang Yaosheng and Ni Xiaotian went out, he knew that he was always different from them.

It should be his fate, anyway, since the day his mother passed away and his father became a adoptive father, he has been a natural supporter.Now that he has relied on the Huang family for so many years, how he will go in the future is nothing more than a cheap life, so just take it and use it casually.

"I can do it."

From that day on, Xiao Jingran transformed himself. Under the guidance of the senior seniors in the guild, step by step he began to get involved in the big and small things of the guild, and made his official debut to walk the rivers and lakes.

It's just that no matter how supportive he is, Xiao Jingran will always be young. Most of the kids his age are still hanging around in school, and even if they come out, they're just being a bad kid.So when the Taoists saw such a brat coming out to mess around, they all called him Xiao Xiaogongzi, which was to give Huang Yuxing face and also meant to amuse him.

Xiao Jingran wasn't able to get involved in business right from the start, he didn't need to be good at reading, he went to school every day, and at night, he followed the designated members to take him to various occasions, first watched how others did things, and then learned to do things by himself .

The adoptive father wanted him to climb up step by step by himself, and he never let anyone stand up for him unless his life was at stake.

So when Huang Yaosheng was sitting in a spacious and bright place to discuss business with people, Xiao Jingran was holding a guy, like those street hooligans, either copied the place here, or was chased around by others.

Day by day, Xiao Jingran was on the road, and within two years, he was doing very well.Every time he went out on the street, he was followed by at least [-] or [-] younger brothers. No matter where he went, people would run over and bow to him.

It's just that no matter how easy it is to do some things, the indifference in the past is always not as profound as doing it yourself.

"The gang has gang rules, and the family has family laws. It is a big mistake to betray the gang. However, young master, whether these brothers can listen to you in the future depends on what you do now."

With the gun at hand, Xiao Jingran was lost.

In countless nights, he would always hear the ear-piercing gunshots in his dreams, and then watch the soaring bird in the dark sky fall directly in front of him, with its little paws still curled up.

"Today you leave others a way to survive, and tomorrow they can get up and kill you! We came out to mess around, but we didn't get ahead by showing kindness! When you were soft-hearted to the enemy, did you ever think about it? If it was you , Will people spare your life?!"

Dirty hands, unbearable stress.

Xiao Jingran had fallen, and when Ni Xiaotian found him, he was leaning on the woman's arms with his clothes open and unconscious. Rows of white.

It was the first time that Mr. Huang hit him with his hands. The stick with a thick arm slammed down on him. If Huang Yaosheng hadn't stopped him, he would have almost broken his leg.

"Brother Ran, what else are you dissatisfied with? The young master of Huaxing, the young master of the Huang family, wants money and money, and wants to be loved, so why are you still unhappy all day long?"

Asked by the women around him, Xiao Jingran walked outside alone, staring at the dark night sky in a trance.

From childhood to adulthood, he did seem to have many things that others could only dream of, but none of them really belonged to him, not even his biological father belonged to him, so what is there to be happy about in such a life?

From then on, Xiao Jingran changed, he acted fiercely, and his methods were extremely cruel, even he was strict with his own subordinates.

Those who can't bear it often complain behind their brothers' backs, who here has been out hanging around longer than Xiao Jingran, even if he is the eldest brother, he can't go too far.

Only the seniors who watched Xiao Jingran grow up knew it, "Follow you, Master Ran, one day something really goes wrong, and he won't be able to save you."

Xiao Jingran became more and more valued by the gang, but in his spare time, he became very fascinated by those clean things.Even every bed partner who is with you must be spotless.

Sometimes Xiao Jingran would fantasize, if he hadn't been brought back back then, what would he be like now?

Maybe he would have starved to death on the street.

The adoptive father said that the only thing he wants to see in this life is that everyone in the family can do serious things.When it comes to Huaxing in the future, each of them can raise their heads and be human.

That year, the adoptive father couldn't stand it any longer, and before he left, he helped him to sit up, pressed his shoulders and looked at him carefully for a long time.

"You look a lot like her."

Like who, the mother, or her?

The foster father asked him, "Do you hate me?"

Xiao Jingran was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"If Yaosheng can't do it, will you... replace him?"

Xiao Jingran raised his head and met his gaze, "He is my elder brother."

The foster father closed his eyes and lay down.

"Call me again."

"Father."

"That's not it."

"……dad."

A generation of heroes has gone, Huang Yaosheng is a little bored.Without the support of my father, my mother will die in a few years.

The family business fell on the two brothers, and the road to whitewashing was very tortuous. At that time, Xiao Jingran was only in his early twenties, and although Huang Yaosheng was older, he was still not as sharp and sophisticated as Mr. Huang.

The two fledgling boys had suffered a lot of bullying, and compared with the young master of the Ni family next door, they had a lot of trouble.

After Ni Xiaotian, Lao Tzu was in charge, and he didn't hesitate to step down Yongsu, stomp his feet casually, and the whole city of T would be shaken three times.

Most of the Ni family's business is on the right track, and their influence in the local area is even more prosperous.Apart from being impatient, Huang Yaosheng was even more upset at Ni Xiaotian's arrogance.

His hatred for the Ni family has not lasted for a day or two. The little kid who was chasing after him back then has changed again. He even dares to point fingers at him, yell at him, and even step on his head everywhere.

He vowed that one day, sooner or later, he would let Ni Xiaotian understand what it meant to say that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

Xiao Jingran persuaded Ni Xiaotian to restrain himself, after all, Brother Sheng is also the eldest brother, so you should always save him some face outside.

Ni Xiaotian didn't care at all, "What's wrong with elder brother, just tell me if it's wrong, can he still do it for me?"

It's hard for Xiao Jingran to be caught in the middle, he always feels that if things go on like this, something will happen between those two people sooner or later.

It's just that soon, he can't worry about those two people anymore.

The disagreement with Huang Yaosheng came after his wife passed away, and no one knew what his wife explained to his son before leaving. After Huang Yaosheng finished his mother's funeral, the first thing Huang Yaosheng did was to ask about everything that Xiao Jingran had shared in Huaxing.

"You don't need to worry about business matters. The elders in the guild are getting old, and it's time for newcomers to come forward."

Huang Yaosheng mentioned a lot of newcomers, on the surface they arranged well, but in fact they shared a lot of Xiao Jingran's influence.

Xiao Jingran looked at all this with cold eyes, and he would not complain if there were brothers standing on his side complaining for him.

He will definitely do what he promised his foster father, as long as Huang Yaosheng doesn't destroy Huaxing, he won't care about anything.

It's just that Huang Yaosheng didn't take Xiao Jingran seriously any more, he used him as a dog when he needed it, and sent him away when he didn't need it.

Sometimes Xiao Jingran couldn't even come back to T City for ten days and a half months. Huang Yaosheng always liked to let him stay outside and run around. Later, if the news didn't spread quickly, he might not even be able to make it back to Ni Xiaotian's funeral.

Xiao Jingran was the first to suspect Huang Yaosheng. Ever since Ni Xiaotian's car accident, he hadn't stopped guessing like this.It's just that he never expected that when that person went crazy, he even wanted to kill himself.

When recuperating from a serious injury, Xiao Jingran often thought, in fact, it would be good if he died.In that sudden shooting, it might be good if no one blocked the shot for him, at least that way, he wouldn't be in such a dilemma.

It was a very tangled process. On the one hand, it was very clear why all of this was happening, but on the other hand, I couldn't figure out why.

When the general situation was settled, Huang Yaosheng was forced to a dead end, and before he was about to flee abroad in a hurry, they blocked him in the Huang family's mansion.

In the flash of lightning, Xiao Jingran rushed away from Ni Xiaotian, pointed his gun at Huang Yaosheng's eyebrows, and stood in a stalemate with him.

The brothers finally made it to this point.

Let's shoot, whoever shoots first wins, even if there is no way to escape, at least he can back himself up.

Xiao Jingran stared at Huang Yaosheng closely, his eyes met, and he was even ready to be headshot in the next second.

It's just that Huang Yaosheng laughed, and didn't pull the trigger under his fingertips until the police broke into the door.

They never had any conversation until the end. When they met again, both of them were wearing shiny handcuffs and blue and white prison uniforms. They were pressed down by prison guards and walked on their own paths.

They never looked at each other, like two strangers who didn't know each other at all.It's just that when he passed by, he could still hear a muffled low voice in his ear.

I'll be there waiting for you.

That was Huang Yaosheng's last words to him.

Ni Xiaoqing asked Xiao Jingran if he ever loved me.

She also personally asked Huang Yaosheng, through the transparent glass, whether you loved me or not.

It's just that Huang Yaosheng didn't say anything, and smiled at her for the last time, then left without looking back.

Xiao Jingran didn't know how to answer this question, but suddenly remembered that many years ago, Huang Yaosheng was still that young boy, holding his head and telling him that he was so energetic.

'If I want to get married, it must be Ni Xiaoqing. '

Then he remembered again, the night when he was brought home by his adoptive father for the first time, the young Huang Yaosheng stood in the dark corridor and looked at him.

"Did you really be picked up by your father?... Forget it, anyway, I always wanted to have a younger brother, which is very good."

After he was released from prison, Xiao Jingran visited Huang Yaosheng.

Things have come to this, those who are right and wrong, who is right and who is wrong have all gone with the wind, and the name engraved on the white stone tombstone in front of him is only his elder brother.

Huang Yaoxuan also came back from overseas. The sister who didn't like her family background since she was a child has severed ties with Huaxing since her parents passed away.

Regarding Huang Yaosheng's death, Huang Yaoxuan was very heartbroken, but she didn't come back this time to seek revenge for Xiao Jingran and Ni Xiaotian.

She is not ignorant of the cause and effect, and all kinds of years.Huang Yaoxuan is reasonable, now that her brother is dead, no matter whether she is willing to admit Xiao Jingran as her brother, she does not want anyone in the Huang family to have an accident.

"Huaxing will be yours from now on, and now you are happy."

Xiao Jingran was choked speechless by Huang Yaoxuan, but he didn't intend to explain anything.

Huang Yaoxuan just didn't want to hear it either.

"I won't come back again. I'm upset when I see you."

When parting, she explained to Xiao Jingran like this, "Don't be so complacent...don't let Dad down again."

Huang Yaoxuan couldn't see Xiao Jingran's complacent look, but she didn't know that Xiao Jingran's complacency at this time was not because of being in charge of Huaxing.

With the breeze blowing in his hair, Xiao Jingran was full of spirits, and raised his head towards the sunshine that was pouring down from the sky.

In the past, he often thought that after staying in Huang's family for so many years, there seemed to be nothing in this world that really belonged to him, and he had long been used to wanting nothing.

It's just that now he already has a guy who belongs to him completely. Although it can't be said that he already owns it, it is the first time he has grown up and wants to earn his life. Get what you say.

A younger brother who was following him reminded him, "Brother Ran, what are you going to do later?"

Xiao Jingran stretched his waist, "Book a plane ticket."

"Book a plane ticket? Where?"

"S City."

"what?"

"take something."

The younger brother was a little curious, "What?"

Xiao Jingran didn't think his younger brother talked too much, he just strode towards the sunny road, echoing in his heart, his heart.