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Qingchen knew that the meeting with Hong Lei must not be let Ziye know, but this news must be known to the young master, so he had no choice but to go to Peter.

Peter was surprised and asked him:

"Where did you get such important information? The thread in your hand is stronger than mine?"

Turning around early in the morning without looking at him, just pouring water for himself:

"I don't have any thread in my hand! Don't worry about it, just tell the young master that you got it, and see what the young master is going to do. You should try to persuade the young master, and it's best to talk to Hong Lei."

Why is Peter:

"I'm afraid this won't be easy. It's not like you don't know that the young master hates the Hong family the most..."

Morning sighed.

The annual banquet was held in the Palace on Christmas Eve. All the celebrities and giants from all walks of life in politics and business attended the meeting. The apron of the palace was full of luxury cars. On the ball, well-dressed men and women gathered together, the pearl light flowed, and the treasure was full of energy. The cold plate on the long table was filled with exquisite food, and clusters of crystal cups were shining.

The king and queen stood on the stage and delivered speeches, thanking all walks of life for their cooperation and efforts this year. The country is running well and the indicators of people's livelihood have improved.

Everyone stood up to listen, saluted with their right arms on their chests, and thanked the king's family for their contributions to state affairs.

Han Tieyi deliberately faded out of the social circle after passing the throne, and handed over the entire Jingji and Han family to Han Ziye, so he did not attend tonight.

Han Ziye made a gorgeous appearance with a group of executives and confidantes. With his outstanding height, outstanding appearance, and elegant demeanor, and the attendants behind him were all handsome men and beautiful women, his limelight almost overshadowed the king's family for a while.

After Han Ziye took over Han Zirong's market, he immediately fulfilled the favorable conditions requested by the cabinet.The foreign buyers all knew the autumn, as if they were flies seeing blood, and the ambassadors from various countries in the Middle East had already locked their positions before the Queen's speech was over, and aimed at Midnight, ready to grab him and talk about some business.

Ziye happened to introduce Lian Zhi and Peter to everyone, saying that they would be responsible for this aspect of affairs in the future.Lian Zhi is tall, thin, gentle and gentle, doesn't talk much, but looks very shrewd, with a sincere and enthusiastic attitude, neither humble nor overbearing. Peter speaks fluent Arabic, tall and handsome, laughing at Yan Yan, but he is best at making jokes and making jokes.

On the one hand, the ambassadors had a premonition that the future import business would not be as easy to negotiate as before, as long as they smuggled a few beautiful boys, on the other hand, they were drooling over the new tax-free conditions.

As soon as the ball started, Han Ziye was chosen by the wives of several high-ranking officials as a dance partner, in order to introduce him to his daughter or sister after getting acquainted with each other.

He has a humble and considerate attitude, and his dancing is chic and suave, coaxing his wife and wives to be very happy. After dancing a few times with patience, he finally got off the dance floor and looked around. He saw Lian Zhi holding on to glasses of champagne Chatting with people is in full swing, and several senior executives under him are also entertaining people from the military. Even Fang Ya and his secretary are dealing with the chancellor of the exchequer. up.

He looked around, and just saw the white figure holding the communicator and opening the velvet curtain to go to a small outdoor balcony. Ziye thought that the dress on him was extremely thin, and it was snowing outside, so the call must be for him. It's better to come here for him.

He approached the curtain, and before reaching out, he heard the morning voice:

"...Uncle Yi..."

Ziye stood there as if struck by lightning, he never knew that Han Yi and Qingchen were still in touch.He hides on the side of the pillar, listening to the joyful voice in the morning with a sullen face. After his ears are broken, his voice sometimes becomes louder unconsciously.

"Thank you Uncle Yi...um...he...he's fine, and so is the chairman. How are you and Uncle Hong? Does Uncle Hong's leg still hurt? Have you taken the Chinese medicine I sent you?"

He smiled a little: "Is there any medicine that is not bitter?"

After a moment of silence, he was a little shy: "He... treats me very well now... We... Well, we slept together... For a while..."

"...I think he probably doesn't have any other girlfriends..."

I don't know what the other party said, he replied happily: "Well, don't worry, Uncle Yi, I think, maybe I'm about to succeed..."

Han Ziye closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall behind him, clenched his hands tightly into fists, his heart was hot and cold, and the pain was so tight that Han Yi's vicious smile appeared in his mind: "I am such a disgusting homosexual, You will definitely go to hell in the future, but you, I’m afraid you will be with me!” He laughed back with hatred, he didn’t know what it was like, so, so it was.He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, the temperature in those eyes could freeze the air. He sneered, and walked out of the banquet hall without looking back.

He drove aimlessly on the empty coastal road on Christmas Eve, and the sea breeze wrapped snow particles on the car window.

He finally understood what morning meant to him, and what the word he was looking for but couldn't find was.

Han Qingchen is a knife sent by Han Yi, quenching the poison of hallucinations, he remembered the first cigarette Han Zirong handed him when he was 16 years old, Han Zirong patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said to let him Don't be too tight on yourself, relax, but the cigarettes are mixed with drugs that make him rise to bliss and fall to hell.

Han Qingchen is not, the word that can't be found everywhere is falling, he let himself fall, but to fulfill Han Yi's vicious purpose, turning himself into a disgusting homosexual like him, betraying his mother, betraying his past life of darkness every day.Mother, he suddenly realized that since Han Qingchen slept in his arms, he had never thought of his mother again.

He remembered the voice in the morning: "Maybe I'm about to succeed..."

This voice pierced his heart, releasing all the gloom and violence inside.He stepped on the accelerator hard, the engine roared loudly, and after the wheels slid a few times in the snow, the car jumped out.

Han Yi, sure enough, has enough means to send such a stunner to seduce him, and make himself, like him, a demon who betrayed his mother.

He laughed out loud, he was just a little bit close, and he was just a little bit off the hook. If it wasn't for the fox showing his tail, he would probably still be being eaten away in Han Qingchen's gentle village without knowing it.

He raced all the way to the top of the mountain, sat alone in the car and looked at the dark and roaring sea below the mountain for a long time, as if waking up from a dream, and finally drove back to Beigong with his usual elegant smile.

In the early morning, I received an overseas call from Han Yi, wishing him a happy birthday.

Yes, Christmas Eve is his birthday. When he was young, he remembered that it was winter when he celebrated his birthday, with Christmas trees and snow scenes, as well as sweet cakes and warm happiness, but he couldn’t remember the specific day of his birthday.

After the age of seven, he hasn't celebrated any birthday. Every Christmas Eve, he sits quietly at Mr. Eddie's house like a guest, watching everyone laugh, and he doesn't know it's his birthday.

It wasn't until Han Yi took him back to the small warm house that he knew that he was born on Christmas Eve. When he was 14 years old, he ate the birthday cake he hadn't seen for a long time and received gifts, but these could no longer make him feel numb. He felt even a little bit warm.The cake seemed to be made of snow, it felt cool when you swallowed it, and even your heart was cool.

After arriving at the young master's side, he lost himself, and of course he lost his birthday.The young master never asked him about his past, where he was born, what he was doing before he came here, what his original name was, what he liked, when his birthday was, never asked.

Uncle Zhong asked, but he just said he didn't remember.

Only Uncle Yi would call to wish him a happy birthday every Christmas Eve.

Hong Tu and Han Yi rescued him from the endless blank days, loved him sincerely, and treated him well. Even though Hong Tu was serious, he would also pat the top of his head with a kind and loving palm.

He has been very happy recently, the young master's awkward tenderness seems to have filled his long and dark seven years little by little, every day when he wakes up and sees the beautiful sleeping face of that person, he feels like he is in heaven, and he doesn't want to get out of bed, but Secretly kiss his body, cheeks and lips, and do things for him with a dreamlike mood.

He didn't know whether to thank God's hand, or thank Han Yi for choosing him so that he could stay by the young master's side and be hugged by the young master.

Uncle Yi only made one phone call every year. He knew that although Uncle Yi didn't say anything, he was always thinking about the chairman, the young master, and himself.He was always worried that he would be hurt if he fell in love with the young master.

The young master treats him better and better, maybe the young master will fall in love with him one day, Uncle Yi knows that he can rest assured.

He chatted with Han Yi for a long time, carefully talking about the chairman's whereabouts, about Ziye's situation in the company, and about the state of the two of them getting along. He didn't close the line until his body was frozen through with a smile.

But when he went back to the banquet hall, he couldn't find Zi Ye anywhere. Fang Ya finally found him and asked, "Where did you and the young master go?" Fang Ya held the phone and said that she had been calling for a long time. People pick up.

In the early morning, I was stunned, "The young master is not with me..." He took out the silent communicator in his pocket and said, "The young master's phone is with me. Have you been to the bathroom or the rest room?"

The executive secretary said that even the garden was searched.

I ran out early in the morning and asked the parking attendant, who said he had already driven away.

He asked Fang Ya to take everyone to continue socializing, and he hurriedly drove the car back to the North Palace. As expected, Zi Ye's car hadn't been put into the garage, and it was parked crookedly on the lawn covered by light snow.

In the early morning, I turned around and asked the driver to go back. After the banquet, I sent the secretaries who were not driving home. I saw that the light in the big study was on. I couldn't understand why the young master suddenly ran back by himself.

He ran upstairs, knocked on the door and tried to push in, but found it locked.

He asked softly: "Master..."

Han Ziye's voice came coldly: "Get out!"

In the early morning, it was like being hit by a heavy object, and he was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what happened. Why did the young master suddenly get angry?

He stood at the door for a while, but he couldn't hear the sound inside, so he had to go downstairs and worked in silence in the living room for a long time.