domestic violence man

Holding the folder in her arms, Janet tremblingly pushed the glasses on her face: "Mr. Tan...you...didn't you read today's headlines?"

"What news?" Tan Tian was staring at the elevator light, his stern side face showed no expression.

Janet smiled stiffly: "Mr. Tan...if you haven't read it...I suggest you...go back to the office and take a look..."

"I can't say it verbally..."

As Janet spoke, she lowered her head and stared at her toes.

Tan Tianzheng just glanced at her: "Okay, then go back to the office and have a look."

Because it was the weekend, Luo Ran was able to put down what she was doing and go back to her mother's house.

Before that, he had been bombarded by Shao Zhenqiu's phone calls countless times. Every time Shao Zhenqiu asked questions, he couldn't do without Yan Yang. .

However, Shao Zhenqiu suddenly called today and told Luo Ran that her little granddaughter had been crying all morning. Luo Ran was worried about her daughter, so she hurried back to Shao Zhenqiu's place.

As soon as he entered the door, Luo Jiangai hugged his leg and cried loudly, sobbing and asking: "Father...why did Teacher Yan leave? Why? Why..."

Seeing her daughter's face covered with tears, Luo Ran hurriedly knelt down and wiped her red face: "Good... Xiao Ai, don't cry, tell Dad, what's wrong?"

Luo Chang'ai sobbed: "Teacher Yan is gone... I will never be Xiao Ai's teacher anymore... No matter what Xiao Ai calls her, she won't look back..."

After hearing this, Luo Ran's expression froze, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, but he only patted his daughter on the back and said nothing.

Shao Zhenqiu saw the father and daughter, one was crying non-stop, the other was silent and hurt, so he stepped forward and persuaded: "Come to the living room quickly, drink some tea, it's getting cold again, you should pay more attention to your health..." As she spoke, she stared at Luo Ran: "You still think you're young..."

Luo Ran quickly picked up her daughter and walked into the living room.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw the TV broadcast of Jiang Yan holding a press conference.

Luo Jiangai stopped crying now, and asked Luo Ran puzzled: "Dad... Daddy, why is Daddy on the TV?"

Before Luo Ran could react for a while, Jiang Yan's voice came to his ears clearly and firmly: "Because I was the one who cheated in marriage..."

"This incident is entirely a personal act and has nothing to do with the group company... Therefore, I solemnly declare again that if any media use this incident to attract the public's attention, slander Mr. Luo Ran and the Roche Group, and cause adverse effects on the Roche Group..."

"I, Jiang Yan, and Jiang's company will be the first to let him go..."

Shao Zhenqiu on the side was also stunned: "This...isn't this Xiao Jiang?"

"Why did he suddenly come out to speak for you?"

Luo Jiangai put her arms around Luo Ran's neck, blinked her eyes, and said in a dull and hoarse voice, "Dad... what is cheating?"

"What is Daddy talking about?"

Shao Zhenqiu and Luo Ran showed embarrassing expressions at the same time, especially Luo Ran's face darkened instantly.

Shao Zhenqiu's reaction was quick, and he patted Luo Jiang'ai's head lightly: "Doesn't Xiaoai have a letter for Dad? Go to your bedroom and get the letter."

It was only then that Luo Chang'ai remembered the letter that Teacher Yan had handwritten to her, and hurriedly asked Luo Ran to put her down.

"What letter?" Luo Ran looked at her daughter with some doubts.

There were tears in Luo Jiangai's eyes: "It's... Teacher Yan asked me to send a letter to my father before he left..."

When Luo Ran heard this, she put her daughter down: "Then go and get it, and be careful of the stairs." He said softly, and let go of his daughter's little hand.

Luo Chang'ai immediately ran to the bedroom on the second floor to look for the letter that was very important to her.

Seeing the little granddaughter go upstairs, Shao Zhenqiu no longer concealed it, but asked Luo Ran directly: "What's the matter with you and Yan Yang?"

"And Xiao Jiang... I heard that his father passed away... How could he... push Jiang's company to the forefront for you at this time...?"

Luo Ran looked into her mother's worried eyes, showed a wry smile, and lowered her eyes again: "I... I and Yan Yang... broke up."

"What...?" Shao Zhenqiu looked completely disbelieving, she clenched her hands tightly, with an eager expression on her face: "Why did you suddenly..."

"His mother disagrees..." Luo Ran's voice was a little choked up: "If we don't separate... his mother will give up the treatment..."

As he spoke, he raised his head, and his face, which has become thinner these days, was stained with tears: "Mom, I don't want to hurt him..."

"I don't want him to hate me..."

After experiencing so much wind and rain, it was the first time that Shao Zhenqiu saw such a sad expression on her son's face. She walked forward silently, holding his hand, her eyes were full of distress.

"Dad, I found the letter...!"

Luo Chaai quickly ran down the stairs, raised the letter with her fat little hands, and handed it to Luo Ran.

When Luo Ran took the letter, her fingers trembled.

For some reason, he had an inexplicable feeling that the letter came from Yan Yang who hadn't opened it yet, and just holding it in his hand felt extremely bitter.

The letter paper was very crude, it looked like it was hastily torn from a notebook, Luo Ran slowly opened the folded letter paper, and Yan Yang's handwriting came into view.

No words, just the second half of that poem.

In the middle of the room a tiled stove with a picture painted on each tile: a heart a sailboat a rose looking at the snow from our only window

Xuexue, you will lie in the posture I like: lazy, indifferent and indifferent.

Once or twice the screech of a match lit and the flame of your cigarette turns from hot to weak The tip of the smoke trembles and the short gray butt - you don't even bother to flick the ashes - the cigarette flies into the fire "If you don't love at this moment Me, I don't care."

Luo Ran recalled that quiet afternoon, Yan Yang picked up his copybook with a smile on his face, and wrote the words "To be continued" on it.

"What does this mean?" He raised his eyes and asked puzzled.

With just one look, Yan Yang understood all his little thoughts.

"I want to live with you."

His deep and gentle voice seemed to be still in his ears, and Luo Ran's eyes instantly turned red.

He knew that Yan Yang had planned to be with him from the very beginning, because of the disparity in their identities, he might have guessed the ending long ago, knowing that the fire would turn into ashes in the end, he still loved Luo Ran as deeply as he loved himself .

So determined, there was never even the slightest doubt.

Yan Yang once gave him proper spiritual relief, which saved him from the long dark night. Although those companionships were short, they were precious. Luo Ran knew his feelings for him, but at this moment, there was only bitterness full of despair.

Luo Jiangai tugged on her father's skirt, her innocent eyes filled with confusion: "Dad, Dad...what is written in the letter?"

"Is it true that Teacher Yan will come back?" She pouted her lips with anticipation: "When will she come back?"

Luo Ran squatted down silently, holding Luo Jiangai tightly in her arms: "No one will come back...no more..."