i really don't like you

The next day, Aunt Zhang woke up early to wake Jiang Yuebai up. The door was closed. She knocked on the door tentatively, but no one answered. After hesitating for a while, she stretched out her hand and opened the door. The room was pitch black, and she called out: "Master"

Turned on the light, only to find that there was no one in the room, only a note was left, which said: "There is something urgent, I have to go back first."

Aunt Zhang sighed and closed the door again.

"You know, you must know. Ouyang, nothing can hide from your eyes."

On the way to City C, Jiang Yuebai was 'confronting' Ouyang

"When did you find out?"

"It's very early." Ouyang said

"Very early?" Jiang Yuebai regretted, and laughed: "Why did you all know it earlier than me?"

Ouyang held the steering wheel firmly, and stopped talking. Jiang Yuebai should have been exhausted after a night without sleep, but he was unexpectedly excited, uneasy, surprised, afraid, and countless mixed emotions, which kept him from falling asleep at all.

"Then what do you think I should do? Ouyang."

"If the young master doesn't know what to do, why would he call me in the middle of the night?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything." He nestled on the sofa to catch up on sleep.

Ouyang said again: "Then what if you knew it early?"

"At least I won't be kept in the dark for ten years like now."

"Go back to the company or go to the Second Hospital?"

Jiang Yuebai closed her eyes: "Go to the Second Hospital first."

All he knew was that he urgently wanted to see Song Yi, and there was nothing more important than this.

He entered the hospital nervously and resolutely, but saw no one, not even Wen Heng. He waited on the bench outside until the afternoon, and finally saw Wen Heng hurried over in a white coat and saw him. Surprised: "Oh? It's been a long time since we've seen each other. But I'm very busy today, so I really don't have time to talk to you."

Jiang Yuebai asked: "Where is Song Yi?"

Maybe it was because the haggardness on his face was too obvious, Wen Heng looked at him with complicated eyes, and then said: "Where else can I go? I went to the mountains as a volunteer, and I set off the day before yesterday. It's early That's it, Xiao Mo followed, and he won't be able to come back in ten days and half a month."

Jiang Yuebai fell back on the chair again and let out a soft oh.

Seeing this, Wen Heng sighed, and was about to say something when someone called Dr. Wen over there and he rushed over again, and said to Jiang Yuebai before parting: "Mr. Seeing what happened to Song Yi, if it really doesn't work, forget it, no one can't live without him, and so do you, and so does Song Yi."

After he finished speaking, he left in a hurry, put on his surgical gown and went to the battlefield. Jiang Yuebai sat on the bench, looked at the bustling crowd in front of him, and began to meditate quietly again.

As Wen Heng said, this is indeed a decision that needs to be made carefully.

After leaving the Second Hospital, Ouyang's car was still waiting there. He got in the car and said, "Go back to the company."

Ouyang said: "The master has been unwell for the past two days and is not in the company."

Jiang Yuebai stopped talking, and Ouyang drove quietly in another direction.

When he was about to reach the destination, Jiang Yuebai opened his eyes and ignored the surrounding environment and buildings that were very similar to the old house, then closed his eyes again, and Ouyang parked the car: "Master, come down."

He got out of the car and looked at the old retro mansion in front of him: "This is his residence for so many years?"

Over the years, except for the inevitable meeting with Jiang Yingan in the company, he has never had any contact with Jiang Yingan's private area, including here of course.

Ouyang nodded: "I won't go in, I'll wait for you outside."

"Um"

He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

The servant opened the door and was shocked to see him, "Boss Jiang...you..."

Under her leadership, Jiang Yuebai shuttled through the mansion, crossed the living room and the stairs, and they came to a room on the second floor. As soon as Jiang Yuebai entered this room, he looked at the similar decoration and furniture arrangement. Put the position, indescribably familiar.

"Here is Director Jiang's bedroom. He is sleeping after taking medicine, but it's time to wake up now."

She raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, when there was a coughing sound in the room, and Jiang Ying'an's voice came out: "No need, you go down."

The old servant went downstairs, and Jiang Yuebai stood by the door without moving. After a while, Jiang Ying'an said, "Is this how you beg for help?"

The door was never opened, and Jiang Yuebai didn't plan to push it, so he wasn't surprised to hear this. After all, as long as Jiang Yingan thought about it, he could know the movements of anyone in City C, and the only one who bore the brunt was his only son.

"To make a long story short, we don't need these twists and turns between father and son."

Jiang Yuebai knelt down without any hesitation.

The sound of his knee touching the ground was too clear, and a strong pain hit him. He frowned slightly, but his back was straight.

The only sound in the room was Jiang Ying'an's occasional coughing. Other than that, there was silence, and no one spoke.

The silence speaks.

As time passed, Jiang Yuebai's feet became more and more sore, and his forehead was sweating profusely, but he didn't seem to get up at all, silently confronting Jiang Ying'an in the room.

At noon, the old servant went upstairs to ask them to eat. Seeing Jiang Yuebai kneeling there with sweat all over his face, he was startled, and trotted over to help him: "What is this for? How long have you been kneeling? Get up, get up. "

Jiang Yuebai shook his head, waving his hand to refuse.

There is no movement in the house

The old servant went downstairs hesitantly and sighed.

This confrontation is still going on, Jiang Yuebai has been kneeling there, from the beginning when his back was straight, to the hands that could not support the ground in the middle, and finally bent over and persisted in pain, he didn't sleep all night, adding After running around for a day, he was exhausted physically and mentally at the moment, but he still knelt there, without the slightest thought of getting up.

It seems that only in this way can he have the conditions to negotiate with Jiang Ying'an on an equal footing.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Yuebai had been kneeling for a full day, her face was pale, she was covered in cold sweat, and she almost didn't even have the strength to speak.

Jiang Ying'an's cough sounded again, and rustling sounds came from the room. Jiang Yuebai propped up her arms and raised her head to look in the direction of the door. After waiting for a while, there was the sound of turning the doorknob.

He gritted his teeth and straightened his back again, welcoming the upcoming meeting, and the back door opened, and Jiang Ying'an appeared in a coat, and he was wearing pajamas underneath. Maybe it was because of his illness that his complexion was a bit unwell, but those pair of eyes were like The eagle-like sharp eyes are still powerful, looking at him coldly from top to bottom: "How long have you been kneeling?"

Jiang Yuebai said: "One day."

Jiang Ying'an's voice was hoarse: "Have you figured it out?"

Jiang Yuebai nodded.

After all, he is also a sick person. Jiang Ying'an doesn't seem to be as vigorous and resolute as in the company, but the aura of calmness and self-prestige is still there. Jiang Yuebai loves him, hates him, and is afraid of him. It's just these things at the moment Everything was left behind by him.

Jiang Ying'an said: "Now that you have thought it over clearly, what are you doing kneeling here now?"

"Apologize" Jiang Yuebai struggled to speak.

"Apologize for what?"

Jiang Yuebai paused,

Wen Heng said that in the reality of the world, no one can live without someone. This is true, but when I think of the absence of Song Yi in my life, it seems that life is just like that.

Jiang Yuebai lowered her head and said softly: "I want to be with Song Yi, I fell in love with a man."

Jiang Yingan sneered: "Like it? How long will your like last?"

Jiang Yuebai also smiled: "At least longer than you love my mother."

"Shut up!" Jiang Ying'an grabbed the door panel violently, showing a little emotion, and looked at him restrainedly: "You... know what?!"

"I only believe what I see." Jiang Yuebai continued, "I came here because I have the blood of the Jiang family on my body, but I fell in love with a man, so I can't do the thing of passing incense. But it's just An apology, not a request."

"Song Yi..." Jiang Ying'an said, "Aren't you afraid that I will make things difficult for him?"

"You won't." Jiang Yuebai said.

"Why not?"

"You can try."

Jiang Ying'an stood up straight again, and asked again: "Have you really thought it through?"

"Thought it out"

Jiang Yuebai struggled to stand up, his feet were weak and sore, he had to lean against the wall to stand up straight, and his body was in excruciating pain.

But after saying this, the sudden sense of relief swept over him strongly. Those inexplicable emotions, sadness, restraint, commotion, everything had a reasonable explanation, everything in the past was archived, and his life seemed to start anew. With a new meaning, Jiang Yuebai's eyes turned red, and she suddenly felt so sleepy, so sleepy, but also so carefree, so carefree.

Jiang Ying'an said, "My blood is flowing on your body, and it must continue to flow. Born and raised in Jiang's family, you have to bear some responsibilities."

Jiang Yuebai looked back at him: "What do you mean?"

"40 years old" Jiang Ying'an turned her back and walked into the room: "At that time, it doesn't matter whether you and Song Yi are still together or not, but you have to give birth to me and come back. You don't have to worry about women and raising children. Jiang Yuebai, if you give up, you will gain, this is the eternal way of life, this is a notification, not an inquiry."

Jiang Yuebai smiled: "I like men, where can I bring you a child back from here?"

"I said, you don't have to worry about these things."

Jiang Yuebai said: "I'm not the only one with blood from the Jiang family."

"Don't mention her to me—"

"I don't agree to your request, at least for now, I'll go first." Gritting her teeth, Jiang Yuebai walked forward step by step, and Jiang Ying'an closed the door behind him.

Life is too long, seize the day and night.

But now, he has more important, more important things.

He went downstairs and hurriedly called Ouyang: "come here now."

"You can go out."

Jiang Yuebai was helped into the car, and the moment he finally sat down, he let out a soft cry and rubbed his sore knee: "My leg is almost useless."

Ouyang stretched out his hand to help him rub: "It's as long as you are happy."

"I've been kneeling for a whole day? Why are you happy?" Jiang Yuebai gave him a helpless look

Ouyang said again: "As long as you are happy."

Jiang Yuebai burst out laughing, lazily leaned back on the seat, looked far away, and said softly: "Yes, happy."