【Double Life】The Redeemer

Looking at each other, Liang Chuan smiled back.

An Jia didn't nod or shake his head, he stood up, "Uncle Liang, drink up the medicine and go to bed earlier."

An Jia took the traditional Chinese medicine that was put aside and handed it to Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan took the medicine, stirred it slowly with a spoon, and said calmly: "Xiao Jia, there are some things that Uncle Liang hopes you can think about. Uncle Liang can afford it, but will the result be what you want?"

Can afford it?Such a big bearing and courage?

How could a man be as humble as a dog in front of him?However, he just wanted to see the other party's appearance.

"What Uncle Liang said, I will always remember." An Jia took his empty bowl and took care of him lying on the bed. An Jia helped Liang Chuan pinch the quilt, "Uncle Liang, sleep well."

"Good sleep, Xiaojia."

...

During the Chinese New Year, Liang Chuan wrote Spring Festival couplets. His handwriting was not as delicate and elegant as his own, but rather domineering.

He changed into a blue Tang suit with dark lines. He has a clean face, dazzling blond hair, and a gentle temperament. The combination of Chinese-style beauty and Western aristocratic elegance is amazing no matter how you look at it.

People regardless of gender will feel ashamed in front of him.

Ning Rou took the Spring Festival couplets written by Liang Chuan, took a look at the other party, and quietly moved her eyes away, really not daring to look at them.

After clinking glasses and eating New Year's Eve dinner, I watched the Spring Festival Gala to watch the New Year's Eve.

Fireworks are exploding outside the window, snow is falling, and the house is as warm as spring.

Mother Ann's grade is up, and she went to bed before ten o'clock.

Ning Rou had no choice but to leave, she turned her head by chance, and saw two people standing in front of the window holding hands.

Ning Rou hurriedly looked away sensiblely, closing the door gently.

"Uncle Liang, Happy New Year." Fingers interlocked, An Jia stood in front of Liang Chuan, lowered her head against his forehead, and said softly.

"Xiao Jia, happy new year." They seemed to have forgotten the unpleasant conversation last night.

The two kissed, wet and juicy, as the fireworks brightened the night sky.

Because she was still afraid that Mama An would get up suddenly, this intimacy added a hint of thrilling cheating, sting!Excited for pleasure.

An Jia pecked and kissed again and again, and Liang Chuan's arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck.

After cleaning up the things on the cabinet, An Jia directly hugged the person to sit on it, and opened the hem of her trousers with her fingers.

"Hmm..." Opening his eyes, his eyes were as wet as a deer, "Xiaojia, uh...don't..."

The soft slacks fell down to the ankles. When the other party turned around and lay down on the cabinet, Liang Chuan couldn't help turning his head and said, "Your mother..."

"Uncle Liang just keep a low voice." Fingers touched Liang Chuan's forehead, followed the bridge of the nose to the soft lips, then poked in, and gently squeezed the soft tongue, "Uncle Liang, come, or you will be very angry." pain."

Liang Chuan lowered his eyes, and quietly let the other party's fingers stick to saliva and get wet.

One after another, the fireworks sounded endlessly, drowning out Liang Chuangao's painful and joyful voice when he raised his fragile neck.

The overlapping silhouettes on the windows gradually widen in distance and frequency each time they undulate and separate.

The hand leaning on the table was a little painful, sweat dripped, and the corners of the eyes were red.

Liang Chuan pursed his lips tightly, trying not to let his broken voice get too out of control.

The clothes were pulled up to the shoulder blades, revealing the graceful backline, and An Jia kissed her deeply again and again, looking inexplicably pious.

At the time of collapse, Liang Chuan was carried into the bedroom by An Jia and cleaned up, and the two hugged each other under the quilt.

Liang Chuan yawned, "It's not yet zero."

"You need to rest early."

Liang Chuan smiled, turned off the lights, and only saw the light in each other's eyes, "Xiaojia, what wish do you have for the new year?"

"Uncle Liang's health is getting better and better, and he will always be by my side." An Jia said seriously.

"Okay." Liang Chuan agreed.

……

After the new year, spring began, and Liang Chuan went to work.

In previous years, every spring, he had to get sick, but this year his health is much better.

Liang Chuan planned that after An Jia's birthday in a few months, he would hand over all his shares to the other party.

First of all, An Jia does have this ability, plus in his previous life... Moreover, he did make some achievements.

Secondly, he is not afraid that those shareholders will not be convinced. They all have something to hold in their own hands. As long as he hands these things over to An Jia, the one who holds their fate will become An Jia.

Liang Chuan sat in the chairman's office. After signing a document, his mind went blank for a moment. He didn't know what he was going to do next, as if his memory was lost in a moment.

Seeing Liang Chuan's lack of movement, the secretary couldn't help but say, "Chairman?"

After shouting a few times, Liang Chuan came back to his senses, "Where's the document handed over by the manager of the HR department?"

The secretary was stunned, "You signed it just now, and it's still under your command."

Liang Chuan looked down at the document and let out a cry.

In the past few months or so, Liang Chuan occasionally fell into a sluggish state, his mind went blank, and even for a moment, Liang Chuan felt that his memory was being lost.

Yes, it is lost.

At first, he couldn't remember what happened a few days ago, and later, he found, he couldn't remember what happened a few months ago.

A few times by chance, Liang Chuan discovered the clue.

After signing all the documents, Liang Chuan sank into the chair, put his hands together under his chin.

When it got dark, the lights in the office went out.

The hour hand was ticking, the door suddenly opened, and the light came on, because it was too dazzling, it hurt a little, he closed his eyes, the tears, it was cheap, and the cuffs were wet.

An Jia smelled of alcohol, he took off his coat, threw it aside, turned his chair, and squatted in front of Liang Chuan.

He seems to particularly like to squat and look up at each other.

"Uncle Liang, I'm crying more and more like a child."

With tears in his eyes and a relaxed expression, Liang Chuan was used to such a situation.

People cry and shed tears most of the time because they are uncomfortable and sad.

Liang Chuan is sick, and he can't tell the difference, and he is no longer obsessed with knowing why he is like this.

"Drinking?"

"Well, there's no other way, it's socializing." An Jia hiccupped, "Actually, I wanted to be a doctor at the beginning, to treat Uncle Liang and my mother, and I studied for a few years, but ah , In the end, I still dare not treat your illnesses, I have no choice but to change jobs."

"Why wouldn't you dare?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I will use the medicine myself, and it will harm you."

So, just instruct someone else...

"Xiaojia, Uncle Liang seems to be getting old and forgets things easily. Tell me... am I suffering from dementia?"

"How come, this year, Uncle Liang is only 38, and he is still a flower."

"I don't want to forget Xiaojia." Liang Chuan sighed, "What should I do..."