domestic violence man

But after meeting Yan Yang, the life that was like a pool of stagnant water suddenly became a little more angry.

Every movement and every word of the man is like a fire, buried deep in his heart, but a single spark is enough to burn his long-cold heart.

"Because I haven't reached the second half of the realm...so, I don't have extravagant hopes."

He responded to the other party like this at the time, but now, he has tasted and realized that the person who once wanted to live with him has left.

Luo Ran covered her eyes with her hands, and there were traces of tears between her fingers.

Yan Yang's serious face appeared in front of his eyes again, and he stretched out his hand to himself: "Give me the pen."

"Okay..." Although he readily agreed, after handing the pen into the other party's hand, he was still a little surprised, because at the beginning, he didn't know that the man in front of him stretched out more than just a pair of warm and dry hands.

But a redemption.

Yan Yang took the pen and wrote a sentence after the half of the poem stroke by stroke: "To be continued."

At this moment, looking at those four words, all kinds of feelings are churning in my heart, bloodstains are pinched out of my clean and white palms.

"What does it mean?"

"It means, when I understand this poem thoroughly, I will continue it for you."

The dialogue between the two seems to be still yesterday, but now it has changed.

Luo Ran stretched out a trembling hand, and gently stroked the four words written by Yan Yang. In fact, Yan Yang had already understood this poem, and he was the only one who never understood it.

"Why did you drive him away?" Fang Jiahong walked into the office, looked at Luo Ran's pale face, and didn't know whether it was happiness or worry for a moment.

Luo Ran put away her emotions again, and responded with a cold voice: "I didn't drive anyone away."

"Brother Jingqian, don't lie to yourself, what you said to him is driving him away..."

Fang Jiahong pouted, showing a young man's expression for the first time.

Luo Ran didn't look at him, but only looked at the folder in hand: "How is the work arrangement under your hand?"

Here we go again... Fang Jiahong sneered.

Ever since the scandal of the Roche Group came out, Luo Ran's whole state was like a high-speed machine, working and working every day without leaving his mouth, and he didn't know whether he was torturing others or himself.

"A part of it has been arranged."

"What about the rest?" Luo Ran just glanced at him.

"...I'll go right away." Fang Jiahong's mouth twitched, and he walked out of the office.

Watching him leave, Luo Ran's tense figure finally collapsed. He took out his phone and opened the text message that Yan Tong sent before Yan Yang came to the company.

It was a recording, and a speech.

Before Yan Yang came, Luo Ran listened to that recording countless times.

Listening to Yan Yang arguing with his sickly mother because of him.

Listening to Yan Yang's firm tone, he said that he loves him.

He heard Yan's mother sobbing, and forced Yan Yang to leave him, leave City A, and never come back.

"Mr. Luo...Don't blame my mother...She is from the older generation, and her thoughts are still very stubborn...But now, she can't give up and continue the treatment..."

"My brother and I... really have no choice... Please forgive my brother... forgive me..."

"It's us who are sorry for you, but you believe me... My brother and I will definitely persuade my mother... let her treat her well..."

"Thank you, Mr. Luo."

Luo Ran read the passage from Yan Tong over and over again, sitting alone in the office, crying and laughing.

He always believed in Yan Yang's feelings for him, but he couldn't destroy him.

Not to mention being desperate to be with Yan Yang, if there is anything good or bad about Yan's mother because of the matter between him and Yan Yang, he will never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

So he is selfish and withdrawn, he has already entered the ranks of middle-aged people, he will not be like Yan Yang, who always treats feelings enthusiastically, sincerely, and directly... More often, he wants to do things for the other party Think a little more about that.

Even these considerations will make him bruised and bruised.

He loves Yan Yang, and since Yan Yang asked him why he only wrote half of his poems, he was soberly and deeply aware of how much he loves him.

But Yan Yang is still young, he is willing to endure hardships, has a strong learning ability, and has a positive and serious work attitude. He cannot completely ruin him because of his feelings and let him get a bad reputation.

For Luo Ran now, love is no longer something that must be obtained.

He likes a cloud, and it is impossible for the cloud to stop for him.

He fell in love with a gust of wind, and he would not hold the wind tightly in his hand.

He still has that love in his heart, but he won't bet on the other person's life and future.

The sun was setting and the light in the office was gradually dimming. Luo Ran sat quietly for a day, and finally took out her mobile phone and dialed a slightly unfamiliar number: "Is it Mr. Gu? I have a very nice young man here... want to I want to introduce you to..."

His deep and pleasant voice echoed in the office, and finally melted into a gust of cold wind.

Late at night came quietly, but at this time the Jiangjia Group building was brightly lit, and employees in various departments were busy. Jiang Yan was sitting in the office, dealing with the backlog of reports and contracts in the past few days.

Ever since he broke up with Luo Bin that day, he has been devoting himself to work, and occasionally feels tired when he stops.

But recalling the farewell with Tan Tianzheng that day, and the parting ways with Luo Ping, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips mockingly.

A man who has nothing, if not working, has nothing.

He has no one to rely on but himself.

Putting down the last folder, Jiang Yan looked at the staff area through the glass window in front of him, only to find that more than a dozen senior managers were gathered together, whispering something.

Jiang Yan picked up the phone and called the secretary.

The office of the new little secretary is next door. Just as Jiang Yan hung up the phone, she came in beautiful stiletto high-heeled shoes.

"Boss Jiang, what's the matter?"

The little secretary, surnamed Zhou and named Ruixi, is from the south. She came to City A shortly after graduation. She is fair-skinned and beautiful, and has a cheerful personality.

Jiang Yan didn't have any leadership airs in front of her, he just looked at the employees gathered outside, and asked curiously: "What are they talking about?"

Zhou Ruixi raised her neck and glanced out of the glass window before responding with a smile: "They may be talking about the Roche Group."

Jiang Yan frowned upon hearing this: "Roche Group...? What's the matter with Roche Group?"

Zhou Ruixi's eyes widened, a little surprised: "Mr. Jiang, you don't know wow..." She paused, took two steps forward, and said in confusion: "You should be the first to know... After all, you and Mr. Luo ..." When she said this, she stopped her voice again, with a little hesitation on her face.

Although she is new here, she knows everything about her boss clearly, otherwise other colleagues would gossip in private, but she doesn't know, how embarrassing it would be.

But in front of the boss, discussing each other's gossip is still a bit stressful.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yan's face was already serious.