I don't want a crematorium

Not long after returning to China, it was January, and things in the company were almost busy.

This year's Spring Festival is relatively early, so Han Yangrang started preparing for the annual meeting very early, and let everyone go home after the annual meeting.

"Mr. Han, this is the proposal for the annual meeting sent by the administration."

When Han Yang took it, he touched Gu Yu's hand and felt the temperature was a little high. When he looked up, Gu Yu's face was still a little red, "Are you sick?"

"It's just a little fever." Gu Yu said softly, but her voice was still a little hoarse.

"If you are sick, go home and rest, and you will have nothing to do afterwards, so let's take an early vacation."

"It's okay, I'll just take a day off."

Han Yang casually opened the proposal and looked up at him.

Gu Yu didn't say anything more.

The annual meeting was held as scheduled. At this time, the atmosphere of the New Year had already begun on the street. Everyone was waiting for the end of the annual meeting to go home for the New Year. They approached the reserved hotel with bright clothes and smiles.

Although there is nothing novel about the content of the program, it is not boring if everyone gathers together happily.

In the middle of the show, Han Yang's phone vibrated.

He picked it up and looked at it with a normal expression, but he didn't answer it, and the name on the screen faded after a while.

Then a text message popped up.

"I'll wait for you outside."

A black Maybach was parked in front of the hotel with its door ajar.

Han Yang stepped forward, opened the car door, and saw Mu Zecheng sitting inside, looked over, with a smile on his lips: "I just happened to pass by here, so I wanted to come and have a look."

Han Yang leaned on the car door and looked into the distance without responding.

Who would believe that he just happened to pass by, and also happened to know that he was holding an annual meeting here.

Sometimes, what a person like Mu Zecheng said may even seem too clumsy, but Mu Zecheng doesn't need to care about these, he is what he says, and no one will refute him.

Mu Zecheng glanced at his thin coat, smiled and said, "Come in first, it's quite cold outside."

Originally, Han Yang didn't want to spend too much time with him, but since he reversed the case for his father, Han Yang wouldn't have any trouble with him.

The temperature in the carriage was very high, and Mu Zecheng was only wearing a sweater, chatting with Han Yang, "The annual meeting looks very lively."

"well enough."

"I know you may not want to see me during the New Year, so I thought of giving this to you in advance."

Han Yang looked down, and what Mu Zecheng handed over was actually a red envelope.

Han Yang really didn't know what to say. He leaned on the back of the car seat and gave a low laugh, "Uncle Mu..."

He didn't say anything after that.

I just feel that he is 27 years old now, and it is a bit naive to care about Mu Zecheng because he is not a child so he should not take the red envelope anymore, so Han Yang thanked him and accepted it.

Mu Zecheng smiled and put his hands on Han Yang's shoulders, "During the Chinese New Year, take care of yourself and go out with your friends."

It seemed that because of the high temperature, what Mu Zecheng showed Han Yang at this moment was only the care and love of an elder.

But the thorn in Han Yang's heart still couldn't be removed.

Mu Zecheng's hand is always a threat that he cannot ignore.

"I see."

Han Yang got out of the car, glanced at Mu Zecheng, then turned and walked towards the banquet hall.

It's just that he could feel that Mu Zecheng's gaze was still behind him.

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On New Year's Eve, lanterns were lit up in every household. Han Yang's house was neither deserted nor lively. To him, it was no different from usual.

But Wu Jiansen made dozens of phone calls, causing him a headache, "Brother, just come and celebrate the New Year with us. It's not like you haven't seen my parents."

Han Yang was lying on the sofa, watching TV, "Just live your year well and let me rest for a while."

Wu Jiansen acted as if he hadn't heard his words, "It's really not good, we went out, and it's okay to call some beautiful men and women."

Han Yang knew his plan, and he just wanted to find an excuse to go out for the New Year.

Hanging up the phone and turning off the mute, Han Yang took the key and went out.

At the end of the night, the cold seems to have a sharp edge in the air.

He walked out of the gate of the community, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure standing by the road.

Wrapped in a soft scarf and a thick coat, with his hands in his pockets, like a model in a mall motionless.

I don't know how long I stood there, it seemed that I was a little dull from the cold, and when I heard the sound, I just raised my eyes slowly.

Han Yang met his eyes, Gu Yu blinked but did not speak.

The surroundings were pitch black, occasionally a car passed by, and the lights illuminated the profiles of the two of them. The lights gradually disappeared, and Gu Yu slowly walked across the road to Han Yang.

Han Yang looked at him for a while, took out the cigarette case and lit a cigarette, and said in a calm tone, "Is he cured?"

Gu Yu nodded.

Han Yang should probably ask what he is doing here.But this question is meaningless, because both people know the answer.

He didn't like this kind of behavior. Some people who had been with him before deliberately did this to let him know. Han Yang just felt bored.

But Gu Yu didn't say anything, and he didn't know how long he would stand here, let alone whether Han Yang would come down.The window that looked at him from a distance by the side of the road.

He, a shrewd secretary, seemed a little dull in such matters.

The two of them didn't speak after that.Han Yang did not continue to smoke, and looked at Gu Yu with folded arms, wondering what he was thinking, and only saw the little fire slowly moving back at night.

Gu Yu looked at Han Yang in the night, and his heart was like a spark, approaching Han Yang.

He couldn't help but asked aloud, "Boss Han, can I smoke one?"

"You still smoke?" Han Yang looked down at him and laughed. When he was about to pinch out the cigarette and take the cigarette case, Gu Yu stretched out his cold hands to hold his hand, and looked at it intently with his bright black eyes. Looking at him, "This is fine."

Gu Yu smokes very politely, it can be seen that he has smoked before, but he is not very proficient.

Her slender fingers were trembling slightly because of the cold, her light-colored lips pressed against the cigarette butt, and after a while, she opened her mouth slightly, and the smoke was exhaled from her mouth, and her delicate face became smoky.In the white smoke, Gu Yu raised his eyes and looked over.

Han Yang had already pulled out another cigarette from the cigarette case and held it in his mouth. Looking at Gu Yu's eyes, he raised his head and smiled and exhaled the cigarette.

"Let's go, let's eat." After pinching off half of the cigarette in his hand and throwing it into the trash can, Han Yang took Gu Yu to the restaurant he was going to.

He became a shareholder of this restaurant when he returned to China and moved to this community, so even if the restaurant was full, he would still have a seat.

The two followed the waiter and walked towards the room. A girl was walking by. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Han Yang's face. She suddenly stopped and turned to look over, frowning slightly.