The hookup of the scumbag

On the day of Eva's funeral, it seemed that God cried for her.The sky has been gloomy, and there are a few muffled thunders from time to time.Finally, when the priest finished praying and it was everyone's turn to present flowers, the heavy rain finally started to fall.

The staff hurriedly distributed the black umbrellas to the guests, but only one person did not take it, and this person was the least welcome of the host.Most likely, the hostess who drove him had suffered a stroke and was slumped in a wheelchair, while the others ignored his appearance, allowing him to stand silently in front of the cemetery in the rain.

A little girl couldn't bear it and wanted to call him, but was stopped by the nanny who had been pulling her and motioned her to look at her parents-in-law next to her.The little girl's mouth closed again.

After the priest said that the funeral was over, the guests began to leave in twos and threes. The white-haired old man pushed his wife in the wheelchair to leave slowly, while the little girl looked back at the man who was still standing in the rain, and then turned around. Overhead, let the nanny carry her away.

Until the cemetery returned to its former desertedness and the sound of vehicles gradually disappeared, the man still stood there like a statue, without any movement.

The cell phone rang, suddenly breaking the tranquility and desolation here, but the man didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't move.The ringing kept ringing until it stopped automatically because no one answered, but soon, the phone rang again.

Only then did the man move, slowly took out his phone and connected it.

"Hey, Guodong, is Eva's funeral over?"

"You remember to bring Wenwen back from the United States. Wenwen's surname is Bu, how can she be raised by the Zhou family?"

"Guodong, did you hear what I said? Make a sound."

"Guodong"

……

In the end, because Bu Guodong kept silent, Bu Shunxing had no choice but to withdraw the line.

Bu Guodong bent down and stroked the tombstone that Eva had just erected with his hands.

The woman who had been with him for 15 years was really gone now. It turned out that just after he realized the fact of the woman's death, the previous things kept recurring in his mind.People are always like this, they can’t feel their own happiness on weekdays, and they always complain about their misfortunes because of some unimportant troubles, but when the person you complained about really leaves and can no longer interact with you, At that moment, you realized that you were a disease-free woman before, but now, even if you want to quarrel with her, it is a luxury.

It was getting late, so he started to leave.

Sitting in a taxi, the driver exclaimed as soon as he saw him: "Oh, my God, you didn't bring an umbrella in such heavy rain!" He also enthusiastically handed him a towel.He didn't refuse, and silently wiped off the rain on his body.

The driver turned on the radio in the car. It was the evening news time, and the hostess was commenting on current affairs in English that was as standard as a BBC host.

"Let's look at a piece of news. Chinese-American Longsheng Hua died of a myocardial infarction today. Most of the American people feel sorry for his untimely death. Mr. Hua is a famous arms predator in his country. The weapons developed by the group play an important role in enhancing the country's military power, and his group also controls two-thirds of the UK's public transportation facilities, which has a decisive impact on the UK's economy. Mr. President Obama and British Prime Minister Caberon has a profound friendship with Mr. Hua. Until the publication of this station, Mr. President expressed deep regret to the media for Mr. Hua's death, and said that he would attend Mr. Hua's memorial service..."

The driver looked at Bu Guodong next to him and asked, "Are you Chinese? Are you from the same country as Mr. Hua?"

Bu Guodong didn't answer. He didn't know when Hua Longsheng's international influence would become so great, but what he didn't expect was that the Hualongsheng Group was so powerful, controlling two big countries, and the people of these two countries still Thanks Dade to him.He picked up the recording pen in his arms again, put on the headphone cable, and listened to Eva's voice repeatedly.It was the only thing he was interested in since Eva left.

"...Consciously or unconsciously hurting others, but this is not the only criterion for judging whether a person is good or not..." Bu Guodong smiled wryly. By the way, why should he rashly judge whether others are good or bad, even himself , is also full of selfishness, but he has never dared to admit it.

Ten years later, the Forensic Department of West Kowloon Police Station.

Bu Guodong brought a young woman into the door, and said to the busy guy, "Good morning everyone, we have a new colleague reporting for duty today."

Everyone immediately put down what they were doing and gathered around, smiling kindly at the woman next to Bu Guodong.

Bu Guodong said to the woman, "Angla, please introduce yourself to everyone."

The woman showed a bright smile: "Hi everyone, my name is Wang Yingjia. You can call me Angla. I graduated from Teesside University in the UK with a major in Forensic Science and a second degree in Criminal Psychology. I am very happy to be able to work with you." Let's work together, I hope you can give me some advice." After speaking, she imitated the Koreans and bowed to everyone.

Everyone applauded appreciatively.

Bu Guodong smiled and said, "Okay, I hope everyone can help each other and live in harmony." After saying this, he nodded to Wang Yingjia: "Angla, you are temporarily serving as Brother Bao's assistant to observe and study, what's the matter?" If you don’t understand, you can ask Brother Bao, he is the most experienced colleague in our forensic department.”

Wang Yingjia smiled: "I will, thank you ProSir."

Bu Guodong smiled: "You're welcome." Then he went back to his office.

Wang Yingjia looked at his back, a little crazy.

Brother Bao came over and waved his hand in front of her eyes, calling out, "Angla?"

Wang Yingjia smiled at him embarrassedly, "Sorry, Brother Bao, I was distracted."

Brother Bao smiled and said, "Are you stupid? Do you like ProSir?"

Wang Yingjia said angrily, "Brother Bao, what are you talking about? That's not it."

Brother Bao shook the document in his hand and said, "It doesn't matter if you like ProSir, he doesn't have a wife now, but you are likely to be disappointed."

Wang Yingjia immediately became interested, and asked, "What do you say? ProSir is so attractive, why can't he find a wife?"

Brother Bao shrugged with a smile and said he had no comment.Wang Yingjia was very disappointed.

In the few days since she came to the forensic department, Wang Yingjia and her colleague Xiang Yingying have established a friendship among gossip girls.

At the moment, they are sitting in the staff cafeteria having lunch.

Wang Yingjia poked the cheesecake on the plate with a fork, and pretended to ask casually: "Yingying, don't you think that's ProSir? Why does he always eat alone in the staff canteen? I haven't seen his wife come to deliver a love lunch."

Xiang Yingying was really fooled. She looked around and said in a low voice, "ProSir's wife has been dead for ten years. Don't ask Pro Sir about it. This is a taboo in our office."

"Oh?" Wang Yingjia showed moderate interest and curiosity, which completely aroused Xiang Yingying's gossip factor.

She approached Wang Yingjia mysteriously and said: "I also heard from others that his wife was dead when I came. I heard that ProSir was killed. He reported a drug dealer when he was traveling in Morocco, and the drug dealer killed him. His wife took revenge. From then on, ProSir decided to observe the festival for his wife and never married again.”

Wang Yingjia suddenly felt distressed for this man, and said, "It's not his fault either."

Xiang Yingying sat up straight, raised her eyebrows and said, "Who knows? ProSir has given up many opportunities for promotion to others. It seems that his heart is dead, and even work can't arouse his enthusiasm."

"It's so pitiful. Does he live alone like this?"

"That's not true. He also has a father and a daughter, both living in the United States. Zhou Jiawen has heard of it? It's his daughter."

Wang Yingjia was a little surprised at the moment: "Are you talking about the internationally renowned new-generation female painter Zhou Jiawen?"

Xiang Yingying nodded, and suddenly, she smiled wickedly, "You are so interested in ProSir, do you like him?"

Wang Yingjia didn't know where the courage came from, and she admitted frankly: "So what? He's an unmarried man and a woman is unmarried. It's not illegal for me to like him."

Xiang Yingying was so frightened that she couldn't speak, "You...", she opened her mouth for a long time without knowing what to say, and finally, she could only say: "Then sister, I wish you to bring the old cow home as soon as possible."

Wang Yingjia was also frightened by her shocking words, but after being stunned for a moment, she became more determined, and she confidently said to Xiang Yingying: "I will, please cheer for me."

From this day on, the news that Angla of the Forensic Department pursued Bu Guodong, her boss, spread throughout the West Kowloon Police Station.She insisted on buying breakfast for Bu Guodong every day, and she must firmly occupy the place next to him when her colleagues got together, and even tried to follow him home to do hygiene and cooking for him.

Bu Guodong was so annoyed that he tried to explain to Wang Yingjia nicely, but unfortunately she always looked at him with a smile, neither nodding nor shaking her head, and it was the same the next day.

Finally one day, Wang Yingjia saw Bu Guodong talking and laughing with a short-haired woman in her forties in the staff restaurant.

"Guodong, I heard from my former colleagues that you have been lucky recently, and a girl in her twenties is chasing you fiercely." Zhong Xuexin joked.

Bu Guodong laughed, "It's not that you don't know my situation, and you still make such jokes."

Zhong Xuexin's expression suddenly became serious: "Guodong, Eva has been dead for ten years, there is no need for you to wrong yourself like this. Find a partner while you are still young, and have someone to take care of you when you are old."

Bu Guodong smiled wryly: "It's not Eva's problem, it's my own problem."

Wang Yingjia came over angrily from a distance, and said to Bu Guodong: "ProSir, is it because of this woman that you rejected me? She is so old, how can she compare to me?"

Bu Guodong was a little displeased, "Angla, don't talk nonsense."

Zhong Xuexin, who was sitting opposite, was not angry. She said playfully to Wang Yingjia: "I am an old woman who is already a housewife. Look, my husband and son have come to pick me up."

Following the direction of Zhong Xuexin's gaze, Wang Yingjia saw a tall handsome foreign uncle holding a five-year-old mixed-race boy waiting at the entrance of the restaurant, and when he saw them looking over, he smiled politely.

Wang Yingjia's face turned red immediately.

She murmured, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Zhong Xuexin smiled: "It's okay, it's all male sex that hurts people." She said to Bu Guodong: "I'm leaving, and I may not return to China for a long time, you have to take care of yourself." She stretched out her hand to him.

Bu Guodong stood up and held her hand: "You too, take care."

Zhong Xuexin let go of his hand, walked a few steps, turned around and waved at them, and then walked straight towards the eye-catching father and son.Watching them off as a happy family, Bu Guodong motioned to Wang Yingjia.

"sit."

Wang Yingjia sat down. She felt that she had done something wrong, so she glanced at Bu Guodong cautiously, and found that there was no displeasure on his face.

"Your statement today is also correct."

"what?"

"Ten years ago, the woman who just sat here was indeed my girlfriend, and because of my half-heartedness, I killed my wife.

" Bu Guodong didn't seem to see Wang Yingjia's astonished expression, so he said to himself.

"Do you know why I haven't remarried?" He looked at her and said, "I'm afraid I can't afford a woman's happiness. I don't have the confidence to take good care of her. I don't have the strength to be a lover anymore."

Wang Yingjia was silent.

"Angla, you're a good girl. I'm too old, not only in terms of age, but also in my mentality. You should find a man who is about the same age to love you well. Don't spend time on me. It's not worth it."

After Bu Guodong finished speaking, he stood up holding the dinner plate and left slowly.

Looking at his lonely figure, Wang Yingjia's eyes couldn't help but get moist.

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