Think of the light of your ring finger

No matter how reluctant you are, the time to separate has come.

Seriously told the nurse to take good care of Jiang Xianzhu, and looked at Jiang Xianzhu again. At this time, Jiang Xianzhu was already asleep, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Jun, go back now and have a good rest, don't think too much. I have to go back too, otherwise Han Taijun will suspect me." Henry looked at the remaining tears on Jiang Hengjun's face and red and swollen eyes, his eyes could not stop feeling distressed.

"En." Jiang Hengjun nodded knowingly.

Karl was already waiting in front of the car, so Jiang Hengjun leaned on his cane and walked towards the car. After walking a few steps, when he looked back, Henry really saw his nose sore: "You must be careful when you go to Han Taijun's house. If you find someone If something's wrong, just leave quickly, you know?"

"I see, it's almost dawn, let's go back quickly." Henry walked to Jiang Hengjun's side, helped Jiang Hengjun's arm and sent him to the car himself.

Henry looked at Carl standing beside the car, stretched out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Henry, and I'll leave Jun to you."

"This is my duty, I am Carl." Carl felt that Henry was very suitable for Jiang Hengjun.

After getting in the car and driving, Henry kept watching until the car disappeared into the mist before leaving.

It was already dawn when Kang Hyung Joon and Carl got home, and as soon as they got out of the elevator, they saw Ryan sitting on the sofa, looking dotingly at Zoe who was nestled in his arms, and Zoe had a happy smile on his face.

"You are back." Seeing them coming in, Zoe blushed in embarrassment and left Ryan's embrace.

"Zoe" Ryan looked at Zoe aggrievedly, and glared at Jiang Hengjun and Carl dissatisfied.

Kang Hyung Joon smiled knowingly, "Go on, pretend we don't exist." He and Karl looked at each other and smiled, seeing the smiles in each other's eyes.

"You guys, I'll pour water." Zoe kicked his feet and ran to the kitchen.

Ryan was even more dissatisfied, "Huh", "You two still know when you come back, have you eaten, and if you haven't eaten, go to the kitchen to find it."

Speaking of eating, Kang Hyung Joon felt a little hungry, so he went to the kitchen with Karl.

What luck to get a rare glimpse into Lane's craft.

At noon, Ryan said that he wanted to visit Seoul, and Zoe took him out.

Carl received a call and hurried out, a little curious about what could make him so rude.

Nuoda's villa, empty room, only Jiang Hengjun was left alone, a real one and a half hour lunch break, his dream was like a documentary, shown scene by scene, and Henry knew he was not Kang Hyung Jun scene by scene.

Sitting on the bed, hugged into a ball, everything in the dream made him uneasy and frightened.

I can't suppress the yearning for Henry in my heart, I just want to see him soon, or hear his voice.

The first time he called Henry without thinking about the consequences, but he kept getting hung up over and over again. Jiang Hengjun began to wonder whether Henry was tired of him or knew his identity.

Whether everything in the dream will be staged, whether Henry will treat him like in the dream, and the vicious words keep echoing in his ears.

And the cold and unwavering eyes that looked at him couldn't be lingered.

,,,,,,

Yes, Henry loves the original Kang Hyung Joon, not Ahn Jae Woo in Kang Hyung Joon's coat.

I couldn't restrain such thoughts, I felt more and more aggrieved, I couldn't restrain my tears, my heart seemed to be torn apart, and my breath didn't feel like my own.

Jiang Hengjun realized at this moment that he cared so much about Henry and didn't want to lose Henry so much.

After a long time, Jiang Hengjun cried enough, and he calmed down, and he also calmed down, knowing that he was thinking too much.

Maybe it was the past that triggered the most vulnerable part of his heart. He was afraid that Henry knew everything and would leave him, which he was unwilling to do anyway.

Henry, even if you only care about the original Kang Hyung Joon, I will not let you go.

"Sir, there are two gentlemen downstairs who want to see you." Auntie's voice came from outside the door.

"Understood, I'll come down right away." Jiang Hengjun responded, and quickly tidied himself up, but he couldn't hide his red eyes.

Jiang Hengjun sighed, secretly regretting, thinking wildly, a little precious golden beans, if those few people know, they don't know how to laugh at themselves.

I've been feeling too much lately, maybe it's because I'm in love.

Thinking about it, I smiled happily, and the boat went straight to the bridge.

Going downstairs with a cane in his hand, Han Tae-joon sat on the sofa drinking water, put the cup on the table, and tidied up his sleeves. Han Tae-joon kept looking at Jiang Hyung-joon who came down from the stairs out of the corner of his eye.

Yes, it was Han Taejun who came to find Jiang Hengjun. At this time, Han Taejun already knew Jiang Hengjun's identity.

When Jiang Hengjun went downstairs, he noticed Han Taijun sitting on the sofa. Seeing that he looked familiar, a sense of hostility rose in his heart.

Looking at each other, Jiang Hengjun saw that there was no emotion in Han Taijun's eyes, and a person flashed in his mind, his pupils shrank slightly in disbelief, and he frowned rarely.

Not knowing why Han Taejun came here, Jiang Hengjun didn't intend to speak first, and motioned for his aunt to give him a cup of coffee.

Han Taejun carefully looked at Jiang Hyungjun who was drinking coffee elegantly in front of him, and there was no shadow of Jiang Xianzhu and Han Zheguang at all, and there was an indescribable aristocratic temperament on his body.

Who is An Zaiyu's mother is a descendant of the British aristocrats, but fell in love with Anyuan and severed ties with the family.

"I don't know what you can do when President Han comes here." Jiang Hengjun broke the silence first, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Han Taijun didn't answer, Jiang Hengjun felt a little helpless: "President Han, what's the matter with you?"

With a 'snap', Han Taejun slapped the table hard, stood up from the sofa, looked down at Jiang Hengjun and said, "Jiang Hengjun, stop pretending, I already know your identity. "

Neither surprised nor lost, Jiang Hengjun remained calm: "Oh, what are you going to do."

"I haven't seen you for 14 years. You have improved a lot. If you come back to Korea in such an open manner, aren't you afraid that I will do something?" Han Taejun was a little annoyed at Jiang Hengjun's indifference.

Jiang Hengjun chuckled, and said disdainfully: "Do you dare to do it, Han Taejun, have you found anything other than my name?"

Jiang Hengjun dared to admit so generously, dared to provoke like this, because he knew that Han Taijun would not find out anything about him except his name.

In this way, Han Taijun did not dare to act rashly.

Han Taijun couldn't refute, just like Jiang Hengjun thought.

Han Taijun trembled slightly with anger, indeed, he did not find out anything about Jiang Hengjun, just like there was never such a person as Jiang Hengjun in this world.

He didn't know how strong Jiang Hengjun was during the past 14 years, or if he was playing tricks, but Han Taijun didn't dare to act rashly.

Jiang Hengjun kept a calm smile no matter what was going on in Han Taejun's heart.