delicate flowers and weeds

It was already the next morning when Tang Hua opened his eyes again.

He woke up in the garden where Tang Jing was outside.

When Tang Jing was in high school, she was obsessed with decoration design for a period of time. At that time, her grandfather had not passed away, and the old man loved him, so he bought him a piece of land on the waterfront of Nancheng, and allowed the child to show his ideas.

After half a year of beating and beating, Tang Jing almost folded in all the belongings of the year, and the final result is a garden imitating the Song Dynasty, with gurgling water, very gentle and gentle in the south of the Yangtze River.

Later, he was busy studying the family business, like a thriving sapling, assiduously absorbing knowledge about financial economy.

After a long time, no one remembers that this child once showed extraordinary artistic talent in adolescence.

Tang Jing's youthful dreams and childishness are hidden in this garden.

The trees outside the garden were all planted by him, and they are now in full bloom.

However, the owner of the garden seldom rests here. He is too busy and walks forward without looking back. He is on business trips for three days and five days. youthful years.

Tang Hua was placed here.

He slept for a long time, and when he woke up, he half leaned against the bed, squinting at the light coming in from the corner of the bay window to calculate the time, his throat was still dry and scorching.

He opened his mouth to call for a glass of water.

After muttering twice, Tang Hua found that he had temporarily lost his voice after being dehydrated for two days, so he was about to get out of bed to pour himself a glass, but he turned over and fell directly to the ground.

Thanks to this fall, Tang Hua regained consciousness by two points.

Like a person walking lightly on the clouds and finally landing on the ground, although there is a sense of weightlessness, it is also true.

Tang Hua stood up with the help of the cabinet next to him, moved to the table and drank two sips of water, the water vapor spread and wandered in the meridians in his body, and he felt that he was alive.

Tang Hua whispered: "Fei Cao..."

Where are you, do you know that I miss you so much.

Did not wait for an echo.

He suddenly felt a little unreasonable.

Nancheng Fang Family Cemetery.

It's approaching late autumn. From a distance, the end of the sky is full of darkness. Today's autumn is not as clear as in previous years. The main color of the whole season is sad and depressing.

The luxury car crossed the desolate road and stopped steadily at the gate of the cemetery.

Fei Cao got out of the car. He had long arms and legs, was wearing a well-fitting suit, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of deep taste. The "youthful spirit" lamented by Xu Duanhong disappeared overnight. Complex adult society, and navigate it with ease.

It didn't take long for him not only to pass Mr. Fang's exam, but also to sit on the negotiating table and draw with his grandfather with the momentum of a close match.

He not only kept the "Fei" surname, but also successfully entered the Fang family.

Today is the day he comes to meet his "mother" and "aunt".

The tombstone was swept clean, and a few bouquets of white chrysanthemums were placed beside it.

Fei Cao knelt in front of the stele, with no emotion on his face, his voice was very calm: "Mom, auntie, let me come and see you."

Mr. Fang was being supported by the housekeeper. From this angle, he could see the stubborn back of the young man, with thorns on his shoulder blades. He was clearly a young adult, but he didn't know where he got his aura. Even the kneeling His posture did not weaken the sense of oppression emanating from his body.

Terrible.

That's great too.

Only such a person can take charge of the Fang family, lead a family to prosper, break the boat, and move forward without hesitation.

What's more, this child has an extremely keen business sense far beyond ordinary people.

Mr. Fang suddenly remembered that night, when Fei Cao walked into Fang's house in a cold air.

The first thing he said was: "Infinity Games is the property of the Fang family, right? It's on the verge of bankruptcy now, and I have a solution."

It is categorical and categorical, and cannot be judged.

It was one of the first game companies in China. From the time when the "sun never sets" spread all over the world, it is now lingering. It is at the turn of two centuries. It is dragging a huge legacy of the old era, which is incompatible with the new century. It was crumbling, and it was just a straw away from collapsing.

Countless business elites racked their brains and failed to save this endangered game company.

And Fei Cao did it.

He took out a stack of proposals and stood in the general manager's office. He was a child who had just grown up, but he was old-fashioned, a bit more mellow and mellow than someone who had been in the mall for a long time.

The business talent displayed on him is amazing.

He is a born businessman.

Even Mr. Fang, he has never met a more talented person than Fei Cao in his life.

This child followed Fang Jialin's appearance, took on the coolness of the murderer, and took on the warmth raised by Teacher Fei.

Nobility, cruelty, sensitivity, and tolerance, these incompatible words are perfectly blended together in this child.

He is so contradictory and so talented.

Mr. Fang saw a future in him.

The future of the Fang family.

When negotiating conditions, there was a western-style long table, two people on one side, the candlelight was shaken twice by the wind coming in from the window, Fei Cao's face was reflected in the light and shadow, her eyes were as deep as the sea, making it impossible to see at a glance side.

Mr. Fang had already prepared the opponent's lion to open his mouth.

Did not expect to hear such a condition.

Fei Cao said: "First: I will never change my surname."

"Second: I want someone, and the Fang family will use all their forces and resources to help me get this person."

It turned out to be juvenile love.

Mr. Fang breathed a sigh of relief: "No problem."

After carefully checking every item of the treaty, Mr. Fang signed it before remembering to ask, "Who?"

"Tanghua."

"Who?!" Old Mr. Fang raised his voice twice, "Tang Hua?! The youngest son of Tang Shiru and Shi Wan?!"

He was so angry that his fingers trembled: "You really know how to choose! Do you know how difficult their family is to mess with? Not to mention that the Tang family has made great contributions to the country, even the Shi family is a giant. Many political committee secretaries in the country have been taught by Mr. Shi s student?"

Mr. Fang took a deep breath: "Let's not talk about that, Fang Tang and his family have a good personal relationship, and Shi Wan was my junior sister when I was studying. You tell me now that you have a crush on their youngest son? That one is praised by Shi Wan?" Tang Hua who is afraid of accidentally falling in the palm of your hand?"

"Correct."

"Right to what? Let me tell you, no..."

In the middle of saying this, Mr. Fang suddenly remembered what Fei Cao said just now, "The Fang family must fully cooperate".

In his heart, he wished to turn back time and slap to death the self who didn't ask any questions and just bowed his head to sign.

Fei Cao smiled: "Grandpa, otherwise how would I find you?"

He raised the contract in his hand: "I almost sold myself to you, let me work for so many years for nothing, can't it be justified if I don't get paid?"

Mr. Fang was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes.

How could this be Jialin's child?

How does this bastard look like his Jialin?

A corner of Jiang's courtyard was brightly lit.

Jiang Mingyuan was sitting in the middle, with an astonishing hostility in his eyebrows and eyes. He was leaning against the sofa and smoking a cigarette, with his long legs resting on the pedals. It was obviously an extremely relaxed posture, but it gave people a chilling and dangerous feeling.

He swallowed his cigarette, squinted his eyes and asked, "Did you see clearly?"

The private detective stood in a corner: "I see clearly...Eldest young master, since you entrusted me three days ago, I have not dared to stop staring at Tang's villa... They came out of the villa at two o'clock in the morning. It drove straight to the yard on the bank of the Nanhe River, and a couple of young masters from the Tang family were sitting in the car."

There are a stack of photos on the coffee table, the top one is particularly clear: in the blurry night, a young man in a black windbreaker is holding a boy in his arms, with dim streetlights showing, the two protagonists have similar eyebrows and eyes.

Jiang Mingyuan twisted the smoke in his hand on the photo, and a hole was scalded where Tang Jing was, and the sparks expanded rapidly. He reached out and took a picture, his eyes touched another protagonist and turned into a morbid obsession, He blew his breath, and said in an obsessive tone, "Little Hua'er, soon, you will be mine."

The light imprinted on his side face, it was a cold face, his tone suddenly became cold: "From now on, no one can appear by your side except me, not even your brother."

In the distance, Chen Yunjiao took off her shoes and walked barefoot on the stair floor. She turned on the light of her mobile phone and kept her voice as quiet as possible, not daring to disturb anyone.

In fact, she didn't have to be so careful, Jiang Mingyuan had already dispersed everyone.

A few months ago, she climbed up to Jiang Gaohan like a bunch of weak and helpless dodders, leaping from an inconspicuous illegitimate daughter of the Chen family to live in an expensive courtyard on the central axis of the southern city.

No one dared to despise her anymore, because she was about to become the invaluable wife of the Jiang family.

That was Jiang Gaohan's promise in front of everyone.

A few days ago, she noticed Jiang Mingyuan's movements, and the Jiang family was instantly enveloped by strong pressure, especially in the middle of the night, when the lights in the main courtyard were lit until dawn, accompanied by a suffocating silence.

Jiang Gaohan has always been careless, he didn't take it seriously, and even avoided living in a side courtyard.

But Chen Yunjiao had a strange feeling that her chance was coming.

It was like after watching the documentary in the original world, she suddenly had a wonderful feeling of wanting to marry Fei Cao.Dominated by this feeling, she wrote a book, successfully reversed time and space, and got a chance to change her destiny.

And now this feeling has revived, she was guided by it and decided to find out.

She crouched close to the screened window of the main house.

"... Tomorrow... a few people go together... pick him up... I'm going to lock him up... I can give him anything but freedom... I know the consequences, don't tell me these things, I'm not afraid of anything... "

The voice was indistinct, and she couldn't hear it very clearly.

But enough.

A twisted smile appeared on her pretty face.

Chen Yunjiao came up with a poisonous plan.