A scumbag will die a hundred times

Qi Desheng returned home in a daze, went into the study alone and didn't come out again.

He always thought he was successful, in every sense of the word.

In business, he started from scratch and created a family business.

In terms of family, he has both sons and daughters. Although he divorced once, it is not a failure in his opinion. He can only say that it is not suitable for the two to break up peacefully.

Qi Desheng was also successful in dealing with his children. One of his daughter and youngest son went to a well-known art school in China, and the other studied abroad. Although they were both a little naughty, they were just children after all, so it was not a big problem.

If something like this hadn't happened today, I'm afraid he would never know how much he failed.

Before today, he was proud of his success in business and comfort in life. The company grew bigger and bigger and became very stable. His sons and daughters were around his knees, and his eldest son became a man of success. These are his proud capitals.He also always felt that what he did was very fair. Apart from part of the property before the second marriage was used to start a new family, most of it was left to Qi Ze, and the things after the second marriage belonged to the new wife and two children, how perfect.

but……

The eldest son has grown up, but to be honest, what does it have to do with him?

When Qi Ze was young, he was busy with his career, and his wife yearned for a new and novel world. One of them was more homeless than the other. Qi Ze entered a boarding school when he was very young, and returned home every half a month. I just expressed my miss for him enthusiastically when we first met, and then I had to bury my head in the company's affairs.

He felt that he was right. If he didn't work hard, how could he give his son a better life?

When Qi Ze was older, he divorced that woman.

He didn't hesitate to leave most of his wealth to Qi Ze, and started his second career and love. He felt that he had done a good job, didn't miss foreign things, and was generous to his eldest son. How much did he have? What can man do better than him?

However, with a new career and family, especially after having a pair of lovely children, how often does he talk to Qi Ze on the phone?How often do we see each other again?

It seems like last year, only he met Qi Ze twice on his own birthday and Chinese New Year?

He's doing really well, right?

If there is really nothing wrong, why did Qi Ze become more and more silent from his lively childhood, and why did his life become such a mess now?

Qi Desheng covered his face decadently, and the study room was filled with smoke.

--split line--

"So, can I not die?"

On the sofa in the living room, Qi Ze asked.

Situ Yan's body visibly stiffened for a moment, and Qi Ze, who was whispering in his ear, could clearly see the hairs on his ears standing on end like trembling, showing every detail.

"What are you talking about, Aze?" His voice sounded very normal. If Qi Ze hadn't been observing carefully with all his heart, he might not have heard the tremor in his tone.

Qi Ze didn't speak, he walked away from Situ Yan's ear slowly, stretched out his hand without warning, stroked Situ Yan's cheek lightly, and then slowly slid across his chin.

Situ Yan was extremely stiff from the moment he stretched out his hand, and did not move at all. For a moment, he thought that Qi Ze would kill himself, and with the slender and powerful hands he stretched out, With extremely precise hands, he grabbed his throat firmly.

He moved his Adam's apple involuntarily, and the living room was very quiet, even a needle drop could be heard, so the sound of "gudu" was very clear.

Qi Ze withdrew his hand, stared at him silently for two or three seconds, and suddenly chuckled: "Why are you so nervous."

Situ Yan finally realized what Qi Ze had said to him.

Half a minute ago, Qi Ze seemed to have just said "shall we be together" to him?

But now, he actually thinks, how long ago was that?

He slowly sat up on the sofa and wanted to say something, but a lot of rhetoric flashed through his mind for a while, but it went blank for a while, he didn't know what to say, so he looked at the coffee table in front of him silently, feeling a little uncomfortable. Dare to look at Qi Ze's expression.

He got it.

He knows it all.

Up to now, he has no time to think about how Qi Ze knew.

The point is, he knew everything. All along, the person who wanted to kill him was never Lin Guoguo, let alone Tang Xunhuan, but himself who had always been by his side to help.

What will he think?

Does he hate himself?Do you feel that you have been so hypocritical all this time, showing your heart to him, but at the same time trying to kill him with all your might?

Will he be alienated from now on, or be hostile, or ignore, or...kill him outright?

Qi Ze noticed that he was distracted, smiled helplessly, stood up, walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down.

There was still Situ Yan's body temperature from sleeping there on the sofa, Qi Ze rubbed it involuntarily, and said, "Do you have anything to explain to me?"

A look of hesitation flashed across Situ Yan's face when he heard this, he muttered twice but didn't speak.

Qi Ze: "Huh?"

Situ Yan gritted his teeth, turned to look at him with a complex expression, and said in a bitter voice, "I don't know where to start."

Qi Ze chuckled, "Why don't we start from the beginning?"

Situ Yan still didn't dare to look at him, and lowered his head to think for a long time.

After finally raising his head, he opened his mouth and said, "Actually..."

"Ding--"

The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted him.

Situ Yan didn't know whether to rejoice or curse secretly, he looked at Qi Ze helplessly.

Qi Ze looked at his rare expression, turned his head to hold back his own smile, waved his hands, and said in a muffled voice, "First answer the phone."

Situ Yan quickly clicked on the connection, and because he didn't know what he was thinking, he also clicked on the outside.

As soon as he got connected, before he could speak, the little fat man yelled: "Boss! It's not good! Look at this!"

Situ Yan endured the national curse that was about to blurt out, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you so surprised? Tell me slowly what happened!"

The little fat man went in one ear and out the other, said "hmmmm" twice, and then continued to be surprised: "Boss is not good! Look at this!"

Situ Yan endured the itching of his hands, gritted his teeth, and said, "What are you looking at?"

The little fat man let out a "huh" and said as a matter of course: "Of course he is checking the mailbox." Disdain was faintly visible in his tone, as if he didn't understand why the boss asked himself such a simple question.

If it weren't for the fact that this little fat man is really strong in business, Situ Yan would probably have already started beating him up.

He glanced at Qi Ze, and Qi Ze nodded at him, signaling him to do his own business first.

Seeing this, he was unambiguous, and directly reached for the notebook on the coffee table, turned on the machine in a few seconds, and directly opened the mailbox to check the so-called "big event" that Xiaopang had.

Fatty's email is at the top, and it also uses the company's highest priority red flag, which is generally used to report certain matters that have an extremely important impact on the company and need to be resolved urgently.

He was silent, is there really something serious?It shouldn't be...

Situ Yan clicked on the email, and it was densely packed.

He scanned line by line, his face became more and more ugly, and he sat up straight involuntarily.

Seeing him like this, Qi Ze didn't say hello, just got up and walked behind him, and looked at him all over the place.

Immediately, his face darkened.