black mandala

Angrily, "Better take care of yourself."

The white figure disappeared at the end of the long hospital corridor, Xiao Muyuan stared at the place where the person disappeared, and took a long time to look back.

He Qingwen walked out of the hospital gate, sighed leisurely, turned his head and turned his gaze to the window of the ward that was still lit.

Xiao Muyuan!goodbye!

Maybe I should thank you, thank you for giving me the strength to find myself again on this day when I was most helpless.

Tomorrow, we will rejoin the battlefield of the business world and stand on both sides of the Milky Way.

Perhaps, our confrontation has nothing to do with grievances, but more, we have chosen different paths.

When ships traveling on different trajectories meet on the same line, there is only destruction left, either you die, or I die——

This is our life -

And I can't go back--

He looked up at the bright spot, kept watching, and kept waiting.

Waiting for his trajectory——

At this time, a black car came from a distance, drove rapidly, and stopped firmly behind him with the brakes.

Immediately after the second, the third—

One after another, they lined up in front of the hospital in an orderly manner, a total of twenty vehicles, with a huge momentum, as if the president was coming.

He Qingwen didn't look back, he still stood calmly in front of the hospital, allowing the lights of these vehicles to illuminate the front of the hospital like daytime, he didn't panic or surprised at all, it seemed that this kind of result had already happened before him. As expected.

Weier stepped out of the second car, walked towards He Qingwen, stood respectfully behind him, then took a coat from another person, put it on him, and said, "Mr. , please get in the car!"

He Qingwen looked back at the window, and said softly, "Thank you, Weier!"

Will bowed his head and said nothing.

hehe!This is his fate!

Escaping—in Dougron's eyes, it was just a trivial hiding game between two people when they were bored. He couldn't escape, he knew it earlier.

He just—wanted some air, free air!

He turned around, got into the car without hesitation, and left resolutely.

In mid-November, Zhang Qiaoshan and Qiao Wang's company declared bankruptcy and was acquired by Shengshi Company.

Because Qi Liu's company is involved in debts, it is temporarily waiting and watching, which can also be called, letting it run its own course.

He Qingwen didn't do too much. He gave Qi Liu a chance. Whether he can grasp it well depends on himself.

During this period, two major events occurred. One of them was determined by the upper management of the company. He Zhong's position as the head of the department was completely dismissed.

The reason is leaking company secrets.

From the photos of his secret contact with Zhang Qiaoshan and others in private at the beginning, to all the materials that he occupied the company's funds and enriched his own pockets when he was carrying out the acquisition mission, there was nothing missing.He Qingwen put all these evidences on the table at the shareholder meeting.

He Zhong fought for himself at the meeting, argued, and cursed crazily, but He Qingwen kept tapping his fingers on the table calmly, and never glanced at him until the end of the meeting.

The play has come to an end.

One moment he was beautiful, but the next moment he was down and out like a dog.

In a meeting, within two hours, He Zhong fell from the sky into the mud and fell painfully.

Another thing is that in the early hours of the night, He Qingwen received a call from Manxi and told him something.

In Doug Lang's vacant villa, a woman lived in.

He Qingwen was silent, listening to Manxi talking to herself on the other end of the phone, teasing and mocking.

From beginning to end, not a word was said.

Doug Lang was fine as usual, talking on the phone every day, but never mentioned this matter.

If he didn't say anything, He Qingwen naturally wouldn't ask.

It has nothing to do with him, nothing to do with him.

He's not someone from Dougrand, nothing—

"Mr. Devon, Mr. Devon—"

Weier lightly touched He Qingwen's arm with his hand, and He Qingwen regained his composure.

"what's up?"

"Everything is ready, we can go."

"Oh!" He Qingwen nodded and responded to Weier.

The car was driving on the way to the cemetery, He Qingwen looked out the car window, feeling desolate and desolate.

Today is the anniversary of He Yuntian's death——

Three years, he has been gone for three years.

It became a soul that was gradually forgotten in the vast crowd.

The cemetery was cold and barren, with rows of seats, but the expressions on the black and white photos always kept smiling.

Death—isn't it also a kind of relief.

Weier ordered all the worship things to be placed, and then led the others to quietly retreat to the distance.

He Qingwen squatted in front of He Yuntian's tombstone, not saying a word for a long time, just watched the candle burn out, and the green smoke was lingering, and what took away was a sigh.

"Dad, I'm so tired! In the past, I always blamed you, neglected my mother, and neglected this family. I didn't realize until today that you are the one who is really neglected! Why are you so tired, but you never say , carrying it alone."

He sighed softly, and poured a glass of wine for He Yuntian, "Dad, drink it! It's just that it might be a little lonely, because none of your brothers can get drunk with you anymore."

The wind blows, the leaves fall, people walk, and the tea cools down.

He Qingwen dipped his fingers into the wine in the glass, and wrote the names of several people on the stone slab of the tombstone.

Zhang Qiaoshan, Qiao Wang, Qi Liu, Rong Shiming, Xiao Mu——

The last person's name was not written yet, He Qingwen thought about it, and wiped it off the slate lightly.

His eyes landed on the names of the four people, and he made a cross on each of them, but when his finger just touched the last name, someone behind him called his name.

"Qingwen."

☆, retribution

?He Qingwen didn't look back, that person stepped forward and walked over.

The same bottle of aged wine was placed on the slate.

"Uncle Rong has a heart, it's rare, you still remember today."

Rong Shiming's hand paused, he lowered his head, saw the names on the stone slab, and also saw the obviously erased marks on the first three names.

Since the last time we met at the cemetery, we haven't seen each other for a few months. Rong Shiming seems to have aged a lot, his silver-white hair occupies half of the top of his head, and his speech is weak.

"Today is your father's death day, let me take a look."

He put the wine bottles and glasses in order, and squatted aside quietly, without saying a word.

He Qingwen stood up, straightened his clothes, and withdrew to the side.

"Do you need me to avoid it? Is there anything you want to say to my father alone?"

"Qingwen, I—" Rong Shiming was speechless, glanced at He Qingwen, then quickly avoided his eyes, "Qingwen, I know, you hate me—"

He Qingwen snorted coldly, and glanced at the other side.

Rong Shiming grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly with his hands, his arms were shaking.

"sorry!"

"What's the use of talking about it now? My dad, can I come back to life?"

Rong Shiming lowered his head, opened the lid of the wine bottle, and filled the glass with wine. Tears fell down and landed in the wine glass, and the water shook for a while.

He took a deep breath and wiped the tears off his face with his hands, "Yun Tian, ​​I'm the one who's sorry for you, I was really confused back then, I didn't expect that you would—"

"A moment of confusion—"

He Qingwen jumped over in one step, grabbed Rong Shiming's arm and moved towards He Yuntian's tombstone, and rushed towards him.

"Rong Shiming, take a good look at my father, take a good look at my father—" He Qingwen growled in a low voice, his eyes were terribly red, and he pointed at the tombstone and shouted, "You were momentarily confused, but my father Lying here forever, forever—”

He Qingwen was gasping for breath excitedly, staring at Rong Shiming intently, making Rong Shiming feel cold all over.

"Qingwen, listen to me—"

He Qingwen shook off his arm, and took a step back in disgust, "What did you say, what else do you want to say? Don't tell me that you are forced to do so, put away your disgusting excuses, I will say a word I won't believe it, I won't believe it!"

"No, Qingwen, listen to me, I don't have the extravagant hope to ask for your forgiveness, I am willing to accept any punishment, I am willing, but please see that Yuanyuan has missed you for so many years, let her go I just beg you to let her go!" Rong Shiming trembled his hands, looking panic-stricken.

He Qingwen raised his head abruptly, squinting his eyes, "Yuanyuan, Rong Shiming, so you still remember your daughter, are you afraid of retribution now? Why didn't you think of this at the beginning?"

Rong Shiming panicked, shaking his hands, standing in front of He Qingwen, not knowing how to express himself, he just said tremblingly, "Yes! Retribution! Retribution! Qingwen, I dream of your father every night now, I dream of your father every day. Living in a nightmare, I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I suffer from the condemnation of my conscience every day, this is my retribution!"

"Do you think this is enough?" He Qingwen smiled coldly, walked to the tombstone, pointed to He Yuntian's photo and said, "Rong Shiming, come and take a look, even my dad is laughing at you, laughing at you This coward."

Rong Shiming moved his eyes slowly, looked at He Yuntian's photo, and when he saw those eyes, he took a sharp breath.

He clutched his chest and took a step back, "Yuntian, Yuntian, don't look at me like that! Don't—why?" He clutched his chest in pain and kept sobbing.

Why?I have stayed by your side for the rest of my life. In the end, even if you die, I will still be under your control. Why?

"Why did you betray my father?" He Qingwen's voice drifted over coldly. "I still don't understand, Rong Shiming, tell me the answer."

Rong Shiming was already crying so hard that he couldn't stop beating his chest, biting his lip, and howling heart-piercingly.

"I don't know, I don't know—" He shook his head violently, shouting blindly, almost insane.

He Qingwen looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, and sighed leisurely. His ears were filled with Rong Shiming's noisy voice. He covered his ears with his hands and murmured softly, "Enough, enough——"

It's really enough, he doesn't want to hear these meaningless self-blame anymore, and he doesn't want to see these people acting like a show.

Rong Shiming staggered forward and knelt down in front of the tombstone with a plop.

"He Yuntian, do you know how much I hate you, I hate you—"

He Qingwen was stunned, and turned his gaze to the man kneeling on the ground, looking at him with red eyes in disbelief.

"Rong Shiming, what did you say—"

Rong Shiming suddenly laughed out loud, the smile and tears on his face mixed together, which made people feel weird.

He laughed loudly and shouted, "Yes, I hate you, He Yuntian, I have always been jealous of you, I am jealous of you, why does everyone only see you, He Yuntian, He Yuntian, Hong God, hahaha—”

He laughed crazily, one after another, tearing his voice to exhaustion, making people think that he would lose his breath at any time.

Laughing for a while, leaning on the ground, he gasped, murmured, and continued, "Even I don't know what I, Rong Shiming, have been doing in Hongtian for the past 20 years? What am I? What? Why do I, Rong Shiming, have to live in your world, I just want everyone to see what Hongtian would be like without He Yuntian, what would it be like—"

Panting weakly, Rong Shiming gradually lay down on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

"Just because of this reason?" He Qingwen shook his head, slowly, "Rong Shiming, because of this, you sent this brother who has shared weal and woe with you for 30 years into the grave with your own hands?"

He Qingwen pointed to He Yuntian's tombstone, and gritted his teeth at Rong Shiming.

God!Dad, look at it!Open your eyes and see, is this what you have spent your whole life in exchange for?

Is this person the brother you have always regarded as your own life?

He Qingwen trembled all over and was furious. He walked quickly to the tombstone, and slammed the bottle of wine that Rong Shiming brought to the ground.

The wine splashed everywhere, and the intoxicating aroma of the wine wafted all around, making people feel that maybe this was just a dream after getting drunk.

"Rong Shiming, why do you hate my dad? Where is my dad when you hug your wife and daughter and have fun at home? Let me tell you, he is your cow and horse in Hongtian. , I left my whole life there. Even if my mother fell down the stairs and was admitted to the hospital that year, he never took care of me for a day. Since I was a child, I have never attended my parent meeting or attended Once at my graduation ceremony, for you, he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband and father. He made his wife complain and his son was puzzled, but it was all for you, but in the end, he ended up with this kind of fate. Rong Shi Ming, do you find it ridiculous?"

Rong Shiming didn't say another word, He Qingwen's words were like a thin blade cutting iron like mud, piercing his heart one by one.

He knows, he knows all these things, he and He Yuntian have known each other for 30 years, they are confidants, they are brothers, he knows everything.

However, since when, another self appeared in his body, laughing at him every day.

look!Rong Shiming, you are not as good as He Yuntian, he is the sky, you are mud!

devil!devil!

Rong Shiming resisted and struggled, but in the end he let that person control his heart.

With trembling hands, he dialed Xiao Muyuan's phone number, and he delivered the share transfer letter with his own hands.

He Yuntian, please come down from the clouds!

Unexpectedly, that person never woke up again.

He Yuntian used his departure to take revenge on him, making him eternally troubled.

The cold wind blows up the leaves and dries up the wine on the ground.

The two were speechless, and sat quietly in front of He Yuntian's tomb for a long time, until—the sound of another person's footsteps came softly from below.

"Am I—am I late?"

He Qingwen was stunned, and slowly turned his head.

In the wind, the man was dressed in black, stern and standing tall.

Holding a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums in his hand, he knelt down in front of the tomb on one knee and offered it respectfully.

"Xiao Muyuan, why -"

"Why, can't I come?" He chuckled lightly, calmly.

What a ridiculous scene, son of the dead, betrayed brother and a rival in the mall.

Xiao Muyuan didn't say much, and sat down facing He Qingwen.

Rong Shiming was already in a trance, he just glanced at Xiao Muyuan indifferently, without much expression, and turned to the tombstone in a daze.

"Are you surprised?"

He Qingwen shook his head lightly. He didn't understand. Although it was somewhat unreasonable, this kind of thing seemed very logical to Xiao Muyuan, and it didn't seem abrupt at all.

He always surprises him—

"Your injury—"

"All right!"

Seeing that his arms could move freely, He Qingwen didn't ask any more questions.

Xiao Muyuan glanced at Rong Shiming, his appearance was obviously greatly stimulated, he was in a daze, it was unbearable to see him.

"Should I send someone to send him back first?"

He Qingwen glanced sideways at him, let out a long sigh, and nodded.

Just when he was about to make a call, Xiao Muyuan dialed the number and asked Li Dongxu to send a car over.

"Xiao Muyuan, how many faces do you have?"

"Huh?" Xiao Muyuan stared at He Qingwen in confusion, "Me?"

"That's right, it's you. I always thought that I already knew you very well, but why do you always give me different feelings?"

Xiao Muyuan looked at the sky seriously and thought for a while, "But I feel that I am me, and I have always only had one side, but you, He Qingwen." He smiled, "You are the changeable person. Too many masks."

He Qingwen raised his eyebrows and nodded.

yes!Wearing one mask after another to act.

"Tired?"

He Qingwen pulled his lips and smiled lightly, but did not answer.

Xiao Muyuan looked back at He Yuntian's tombstone, with the same smile, contemptuous and playful.

"Then—take off your makeup!"

☆, bondage

? Li Dongxu drove away Rong Shiming in a car, leaving only Xiao Muyuan and He Qingwen in front of He Yuntian's grave.

Weier stood in the distance and gestured to He Qingwen to ask. He Qingwen waved his hand, making everyone retreat again.

"Your subordinates are really dedicated to their duties. They are all on high alert. When they saw me coming in just now, they were all ready to jump and push me to the ground at any time."

"You are a dangerous person in their eyes." He Qingwen snorted and laughed, then approached his shoulder and said softly, "Did you see those six people standing behind Weir?"

Xiao Muyuan looked over following He Qingwen's instructions, and there were indeed six tall bodyguards standing behind Weier. From the standing posture and figure, one could conclude that these six people must be not simple.

"I see." Xiao Muyuan nodded, "They are all hidden masters."

He Qingwen snorted softly, "All are from international special forces."

Xiao Muyuan was stunned for a moment, then glanced sideways at He Qingwen, "It seems that I am in a very dangerous situation."

"That's right, as long as you make an aggressive move, they will rush up immediately."

After hearing this, Xiao Muyuan raised his hands and took two steps back.

"what are you doing?"

"Keep a safe distance from you."

He Qingwen glanced at him, snorted, turned around again, and sat down facing He Yuntian's tombstone.

Xiao Muyuan was afraid that the joke would go too far and make him unhappy, so he slowly moved over and sat a step away from him.

"The prayers are over, why don't you leave?"

"I don't want to go, it's quiet here."

He Qingwen gave him a weird look, thought for a while, blinked and replied, "But my dad doesn't want to see you."

"how do you know?"

He Qingwen wanted to laugh when he was asked, "Xiao Muyuan, are you so shameless?"

Xiao Muyuan chuckled a few times, expressing that he didn't care, then saw a glass of wine on the stone slab, so he leaned over to bring it over.

"Well, good wine!" With a grunt, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"Xiao Muyuan, that's my dad's wine." He Qingwen was a little annoyed, stepped forward and snatched the wine glass away, looked at the clean bottom of the glass, frowned and said, "You are really welcome."

The aged wine was pungent, Xiao Muyuan rolled his throat like fire, tears almost flashed in his eyes, swallowed for a long time before replying, "This wine is really - really strong!"

"It deserves it!" Seeing Xiao Muyuan's embarrassment, He Qingwen pursed his lips and secretly smiled inwardly.

The howling cold wind blew by, making the cemetery look even colder for no reason,

Xiao Muyuan saw that He Qingwen was playing with the transparent glass wine cup in his hand, lowered his head, didn't say a word, very calm.

He didn't chase him away anymore, the two of them just sat quietly like this, relatively speechless, but more than ten thousand words.

He had already heard about the major changes in the prosperity, but what he didn't expect was that He Qingwen was more alert to this matter than he imagined.

He Zhong fell very badly this time, almost forever unable to recover.

He Qingwen sent him to the [-]th floor of hell with one palm, but in the end, he was still too merciful, and Xiao Muyuan couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"I heard that you didn't punish He seriously."

He Qingwen stopped what he was doing, and let out a sigh of relief, "It's not worth it."

Xiao Muyuan frowned, "Why is it not worth it, what is it not worth?"

He Qingwen turned his head, looked at Xiao Muyuan, and chuckled softly, "It's not worth letting his crimes get my hands dirty."

"He Qingwen, this is not the time to be arrogant."

He Qingwen frowned suddenly, "Xiao Muyuan, what do you mean?"

Oops, he said the wrong thing again, but it was the truth.

Xiao Muyuan habitually touched the bridge of his nose with his hand, and settled his thoughts.

"Uh! What I mean is, it's better to be careful about He Zhong!"

He Qingwen rolled his eyes, "Thank you!" After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said coldly, "It's not your turn to worry about the affairs of the prosperous age."

Xiao Muyuan could only smile wryly, okay!Even if he was fine and liked to scold him, he felt happy whatever He Qingwen said.

"Why are you here?"

He Qingwen put the wine glass back on the slate, and drank a glass of wine.

"You mean, paying homage to your father?" Xiao Muyuan was a little vague about his question.

He Qingwen nodded, "Should you come? What's your intention? After death, you still have to come to someone's grave to mock him as a victor. Is it interesting?"

All right!It seemed like the trial had begun, with He Qingwen as the judge and Xiao Muyuan as the criminal.

And he couldn't tell, because he had already been convicted, sentenced to death, or death with reprieve.

"I—I never paid homage to your father with that kind of thought. As I said, I respect him very much."

"Never? Xiao Muyuan, have you been here many times?" He Qingwen was a little surprised.

Xiao Muyuan smiled unnaturally, "Hehe, not many times, but at least once a year."

He Qingwen slowly moved his gaze to the tombstone, and then looked at Xiao Muyuan.

"Don't believe it?"

He Qingwen shook his head, "I believe, you have no reason to lie."

He Qingwen's tone was calm and calm, as if the person sitting in front of him was not his opponent, not the culprit who pushed his He family to a desperate situation, but—a long-time old friend of their father and son, Bi Rongshi Ming is closer and truer.

The weather was getting colder, and the ground was even colder. Xiao Muyuan shivered a few times and stood up.

He Qingwen was still sitting on the ground, showing no intention of leaving.

"Hey, the ground is very cold, you will get sick if you sit for a long time."

He Qingwen tilted his head sideways, the sun just shot from behind Xiao Muyuan, it was dazzling, he covered his eyes with his hands, feeling a little dizzy.

There seemed to be something on his body, he turned around in a daze, and found that he had a black coat on his body, and there was a hand on the shoulder of the coat, with a light pink scar mark on the hand.

"The back injury, will it still hurt?"

"Occasionally!"

"Oh!" He Qingwen nodded, "That's right, I made a hole in the flesh, it won't heal sooner."

"Hmm! There is also a certain heartless person who hasn't shown up for more than a month since he walked out of the hospital that day."

"are you talking about me?"

Xiao Muyuan chuckled, who else could it be!

He didn't say anything, for fear of offending the ancestor.

He Qingwen rubbed his hands, only then did he feel that his fingertips were cold, and his hands were a little numb. He stared at the wine glass on the slate, and stretched out his hand.

"Slow down—" Xiao Muyuan supported his hand, "It's really spicy."

He Qingwen nodded, "I know!"

Close your eyes, drink the same gulp, and swallow the pain together.

He Qingwen chuckled a few times, and when he opened his eyes again, there was some mist in his eyes, and he was very confused.

Xiao Muyuan squatted beside him, looking at this different He Qingwen.

This is the second time drinking together!

I remember that the first time was not long after he came back from the United States, after the bidding meeting for Zhao Guozhong's land.

At that time, He Qingwen was doing the same thing cup by cup. It was obviously very bitter and hard to swallow, but he could hold back the burning sensation in his throat every time.

"Can you tell me something?" Xiao Muyuan lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingers together.

He Qingwen lowered his head, glanced at his hands, "Well, you ask."

Xiao Muyuan clenched his hands tightly, the fingers of both hands turned white from being pinched, he paused for a long time, waiting until He Qingwen sighed.

"I want to know about your life in the United States during that period. Of course, you have every right not to talk about it. I'm just asking about it."

Xiao Muyuan suddenly felt the person in front of him stand up, he suddenly raised his head and found that He Qingwen was already standing very straight.

He pulled off the black coat he was wearing behind him, handed it back to Xiao Muyuan, and then walked down slowly.

Sure enough, it was still wrong to ask, Xiao Muyuan felt a little regretful.

He Qingwen walked a few steps ahead, and stopped when he reached a slow platform. At this time, Xiao Muyuan also chased him up from behind.

Weier and the bodyguards who stayed in the distance saw He Qingwen gradually approaching them, so they moved forward, but once He Qingwen stopped, they stopped, and they had to find out his intentions in all actions.

He Qingwen raised his eyebrows at Xiao Muyuan, and stretched out his hand to show him, "You see, Xiao Muyuan, this is my life, rich clothes and fine food, surrounded by the front and back, no different from the emperor, I live Very good!"

Xiao Muyuan was stunned for a moment, he knew that this was not the answer at all, and He Qingwen was avoiding it.

"But I think——this is more like a kind of restraint." Xiao Muyuan spit out casually, and saw the obvious change on He Qingwen's face the next moment.

He Qingwen dimmed the sparkle in his eyes, a little stunned and a little annoyed, he withdrew his hand and dropped it to his side.

Obviously he guessed right, Xiao Muyuan regretted his outspokenness while biting his poisonous tongue secretly in his mouth,

Can I say sorry?Xiao Muyuan slapped himself a dozen times in his heart.

He Qingwen was uncharacteristically, he didn't show too much emotion, he pouted and didn't answer his words.

He continued to walk forward, getting closer and closer to the end of the cemetery ladder, and Weir and those people had already taken the initiative to greet them.

He glanced at Xiao Muyuan, then turned to He Qingwen respectfully, "Mr. David!"

He Qingwen lowered his eyes and nodded his jaw slightly, indicating that Weier can set off and go back.

Weier nodded in response, and with a wave, the people in the front row had already boarded the car first and headed for the middle of the road.

The six people who were standing behind Weir originally formed three groups, two by two were divided into three cars, and they stopped in the middle of the car queue one after another.

Since the last time he escaped from the airport, Weir has sent more people in case of various emergencies.

Chasing—it was just a game between Doug Lang and He Qingwen, they couldn't afford to hurt them at all.

"Xiao Muyuan, I really didn't expect to meet you here. You surprised me. No matter what your intentions are, you still have intentions. If my father is still alive, maybe I can really sit with you Let's drink that bottle of wine together." He Qingwen smiled softly, "Maybe it's God's will to trick people! Xiao Muyuan, you, as an enemy, really seem to be a pity!"

"Thank you for the compliment!"

He Qingwen raised his hand, walked down the stairs, entered the front of the car door, looked away at Xiao Muyuan - and smiled back.

☆, cage

? Xiao Muyuan kept recalling that smile in the next few days, the way that person's mouth was slightly upturned.

Indifferent, mysterious, but extremely - charming!

Yes, it is charm!

Xiao Muyuan savored this word for several days and nights before suddenly jumping out of his mind.

Xiao Muyuan's face instantly showed a look of surprise, and he was secretly jumping for joy at his discovery.

There was a burst of excitement, and the speed of signing in his hands was like running water, swiping extremely fast.

"Mr. Xiao, Rong Yuan temporarily handed over the work in hand to the Propaganda Department this morning."

Xiao Muyuan raised his head and glanced at Li Dongxu, then nodded.

"Rong Shiming's illness is serious?"

"Since he came back from the cemetery that day, he has been ill. It is said that he suffered a great mental blow."

Xiao Muyuan sighed, didn't say anything, and continued to bow his head to sign.

"What's going on in Shengshi these days?"

"I heard that He Qingwen reorganized the newly acquired companies into Prosperity, and Zhang Qiaoshan's and Qiao Wang's companies were dismantled and lost their original appearance long ago."

"Well! It's a once-and-for-all approach, and it's good for expanding the company's strength."

"Then—should we also pay attention recently?" Li Dongxu pushed down his glasses and asked for a reminder.

Xiao Muyuan raised his head and raised his eyebrows, "Are you afraid that He Qingwen will do something to Hongtian next?"

Li Dongxu nodded, with a worried expression on his face, "I have to guard against it!"

Xiao Muyuan thought for a while, smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry, he won't take any action against Hongtian yet."

Li Dongxu wanted to say something else, but seeing Xiao Muyuan's determined expression, he swallowed those words back.

After Xiao Muyuan signed, he handed the document to Li Dongxu.

Li Dongxu received it in his hand, flipped it over casually, and was a little dumbfounded.

"Xiao—Mr. Xiao—"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Xiao Muyuan was about to light the cigarette in his hand, when he heard Li Dongxu calling him, he raised his head.

Li Dongxu looked at those documents with strange expressions on his face.

He flipped a page casually and handed the document back.

Xiao Muyuan glanced at him inexplicably, and when he took it over and took a closer look, even the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

Among the twenty or so pages of signatures, more than half were signed by that person's name——He Qingwen.

Xiao Muyuan inhaled while flipping through the pages, a layer of black mist had covered the top of his head.

"How could this be?" He muttered softly, ruffling his hair with his hands.

Li Dongxu stood aside speechlessly and acted as a statue, but he silently remembered the scene when Xiao Muyuan was distracted yesterday.

At the departmental meeting yesterday afternoon, from the beginning to the end, he rested his chin on one hand, with a solemn expression, and frowned in silence. Everyone thought that something happened to the company and what was he planning. No one dared to be in his state. There was a little mistake, and each of them dealt with it cautiously and tremblingly. After the whole meeting, many people's legs were weak, but only Li Dongxu knew that his expression of being motionless and attentive was simply in a daze.

"Mr. Xiao, I'll make another copy!"

Xiao Muyuan blinked, nodded, "Okay!" Then handed the document back, "Let's dispose of this!"

"understood!"

Li Dongxu walked back to his office with the signed and ruined documents in his arms, and used a shredder to dispose of all those documents.

Ten minutes later, Li Dongxu returned to the office with the newly completed document, and signed again this time. He stared closely at the pen in Xiao Muyuan's hand, wishing to stare at the document under his hand to make a hole.

As soon as Xiao Muyuan stopped writing, Li Dongxu finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Seeing Xiao Muyuan take out a cigarette from the cigarette case, he took out the lighter in his pocket, stroked it, and handed it over.

He put what he wanted to say in his mouth and said, "Mr. Xiao, have you been too tired recently?"

Xiao Muyuan glanced up at him, took a puff of his cigarette, smacked his lips and said, "Indeed—a little."

Li Dongxu sighed helplessly in his heart.

Xiao Muyuan touched his mouth with the cigarette holder, hesitated for a while, cleared his throat, looked at Li Dongxu, and asked, "Uh, Dongxu, let me ask you a question, if you want someone who is hostile to you People, to be your friend, where would you start first?"

Xiao Muyuan raised his head and looked at Li Dongxu with something strange in his eyes. His thirst for knowledge was no less than that of a child looking forward to his favorite candy.

Li Dongxu kept a faint smile on his face, but the expression in his heart had turned around a hundred times.

Mr. Xiao, this question of yours is a bit too explicit. That person is obviously talking about He Qingwen!

To make He Qingwen a friend, I have to say that you are indeed courageous, but you also created a big problem for yourself.

And, where do you get your confidence from?

Sighing in his heart and shaking his head, Xiao Muyuan's idea of ​​feeling good about himself really made Li Dongxu admire him!

He pushed down his glasses, cleared his throat, and replied, "Mr. Xiao, there are many kinds of friends. Which one and which level are you referring to? Are you nodding acquaintances or talking freely?"

"Hierarchy?" Xiao Muyuan heard Li Dongxu's question, and found that it was really difficult to answer, so he smacked his lips and replied, "At least we can calm down and chat together, isn't it too difficult?"

But the person you are referring to is He Qingwen, can you really calm down?

The best way is to make him lose his memory!

Li Dongxu thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to say a word.

He raised his head and thought for a while, recalling as much as possible, digging out all the experience of making friends when he was in school, and finally concluded, "If you want to be friends, it is best to find out the common hobbies of the two, Establish a common language, so as to enhance the intersection of two people!"

"Common hobbies—" Xiao