On the daily life of nemesis

Since Xiang Shaoqian recovered from his illness, he has been spending all day and night in the office dealing with the affairs at hand. In fact, Xiang Shaoqian has not been in good physical condition since the high fever subsided. This kind of exhausted The working mode has already overloaded his body, but even so, it is still processing the documents at hand non-stop. These days, he has not eaten much or slept well, and he is mechanical every day. Repeating one thing, when the morning sun shone into his office, he was resting on the table.

Xiang Shaoqian was just resting in a thin suit jacket. It may be because he was too old and tired. He had a dream. In the dream, he was still in the office, and the window on the right was open, and the breeze was blowing. With the white curtains fluttering, Xiang Shaoqian only felt that he was lying on the table and fell asleep. Suddenly he heard some footsteps gradually approaching his direction. Xiang Shaoqian wanted to get up from the table but there was nothing At that time, he only felt that someone was whispering in his ear, "Saoqian, why are you so stupid? It's not worth it, it's really not worth it, do you know I will feel bad for you like this? Promise me...be good in the future and don't worry about me anymore." In a trance, Xiang Shaoqian only felt that his coat was being pulled upwards, and the familiar voice came It was so sad in his ears, Xiang Shaoqian guessed who it was, but due to the shackles of the dream, he couldn't break free and couldn't look up at him again, and he didn't know how long it took before his consciousness gradually began to blur.

After about a long time, when he gradually began to regain consciousness, he suddenly got up from the table, and he looked in the direction of the window, which was still half open... and his coat was still on On the body, when he touched it, he suddenly felt a layer of cold residual warmth. For a moment, Xiang Shaoqian felt a little sore in his heart. Sitting on the chair, he supported his forehead with one hand and let the tears flow down the corners of his eyes weakly. Then, his hands were clenched into fists, and the knuckles gradually turned white. He knew who the person who talked to him in the dream just now was, maybe he didn't want himself to see him...he Afraid that I would be afraid to see him, even in a dream, he still couldn't let go of himself...but how would he know that he just wanted to see him again, even if it was only for one side, this kind of longing The taste is simply that life is worse than death. It has been so many days since Pang Zhen left him. During these days, Xiang Shaoqian can only anesthetize himself through work. The way he fell in his arms back then.

These days, he has always explained some family affairs and company affairs to Xiaolian. He wants to deal with these matters as soon as possible and then accompany Pang Zhen with peace of mind. The busy company affairs are almost the same these days. If At the last moment, if it is absolutely necessary, then all the shares can be transferred to Xiaofeng, at least he can feel at ease.

Leaning on the office, Xiang Shaoqian sobbed silently. There was a group photo of Pang Zhen and him abroad on his desk. Xiang Shaoqian took the photo and looked at the person in the photo with blurred eyes. When his hand stroked the photo, his fingers suddenly became a little trembling, "Are you okay? Are you thinking of me? I, I miss you very much." Touching the person in the photo, he just felt sore in his heart, Obviously they were still together well before, but now the lover has left me forever, and will never come back...Is he doing well there?Have you thought about yourself?Xiang Shaoqian didn't know these things, because Pang Zhen seldom dreamed of himself, probably because he was afraid that he would see his bloody appearance.

"You won't come back again, and you won't respond to me again." Touching the photo, Xiang Shaoqian suddenly hugged the photo frame in his arms and wept bitterly, leaning on the chair and closing his eyes. All he left now was A little bit of recollection, as long as I think of this little bit of incomplete memory, my heart will be full of mixed feelings, and now I can sit in such a daze all because of this last bit of thought.

Xiang Shaoqian sat on the chair for a long time and didn't know when the door of the office was opened suddenly. A middle-aged man walked in with a document. When he walked in, Xiang Shaoqian hadn't noticed yet. But in the next second, a familiar voice suddenly came from my ear, "Have you been so decadent all these days? You really let me down, Shaoqian." The man's strong and serious voice quickly Hearing the words, Xiang Shaoqian opened his eyes blurred with tears and looked at the person opposite. His eyes were a little red and swollen from crying... If he had been reprimanded by his father before, he would have raised his enthusiasm Now he is working, but now he doesn't have any thoughts to talk to others.

"Shaoqian, can you cheer up a little bit, don't cry because of a man, do you know that Pang Zhen has already left? He is dead and will never come back!" The man walked away after saying this. Xiang Shaoqian's side picked up the collar of his clothes angrily, "Can you cheer up a little bit, don't forget that you are the child of my Xiang family, especially my son, please don't embarrass me?!"

Hearing the man's angry words, Xiang Shaoqian looked at him in dismay. He didn't know how long he had been looking at him, but he suddenly smiled, but the smile was a little desolate and bitter, "No, he's not dead, he's fine, he's still alive." Live in my heart...he won't just leave me like this!" Xiang Shaoqian's voice was somewhat ethereal but it made the man in front of him startled, after a while the man suddenly raised his hand and punched him .

Xiang Shaoqian was caught off guard by this punch and took several steps back. Suddenly, a bloody smell filled his mouth, just like the smell that day. Xiang Shaoqian spit out a mouthful of blood and then looked at the person in front of him. That man, "I'd rather never be your son. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have started the company. If it wasn't for the establishment of a company to deal with you, Pang Zhen and I would still be on good terms now. If I I spent a little more time with him at the beginning, maybe the two of us have been together long ago, maybe the ending will not be like this! Do you know what he means to me? Do you know?! You don’t know, Because you are cold-blooded and ruthless, you have been training me as a puppet since you were young... I have never experienced the feeling of family affection, what we have is nothing more than a relationship of interests, just a contract, a cell It's just blood."

Xiang Shaoqian's self-deprecating smile wiped away the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he looked at the man with a hint of sarcasm, "I have my love, and I live vigorously with flesh and blood, but what about you? Don't you think you Is it very sad? It’s really very sad to only guard the money and interests until the end.”