On December 24, 2016, Yuncheng, around 10 am, General Manager of Beigang Group.

As Jin Muhan's right-hand man, Chen Ming was almost crazy when he disappeared without a sound from his boss. His documents were piled up. He worked day and night on business trips for half a month, and everyone around him asked Mr. Jin, where was he going?

Chen Ming was also confused. At this time, he held the phone in his hand and looked at him as if he was home. "Don't ask me where Mr. Jin has gone, and ask about suicide."

"Assistant Chen, it's not that I want to bother you, but you must get Mr. Jin back as soon as possible. For the project you cooperate with Skyrim Group, someone who named him or asked Mr. Jin to attend the signing contract, otherwise he would not sign it."

Chen Ming asked with a smile, "Dong Li, how many benefits did you take Tianji Dong Zong?"

Li Dongmo on the other end of the phone was silent: "..." Calm calm, he was not panicked, and wanted to calm down, so he sipped tea to moisten his throat, "What nonsense, how can I get any benefits to her?"

Chen Ming continued: "You try to help her tie the bridge and tie the thread for confiscating the benefits of others. What time did you ask me about Mr. Jin's whereabouts this month? And did you know Mr. Jin the first year? If he comes back, you will help outsiders approach him, see that he won't peel you up."

Dong Li's mouth twitched, who should I scare, "Didn't Mr. Dong and Mr. Jin know each other since childhood, and they grew up together? Why are they outsiders?"

"Don't you know?"

"What do you know?"

"You are really ignorant." Chen Ming disliked him very much, and his voice paused, and then said, "But it's not your fault. This is something that happened a long time ago. Dong Qingqing used to rudely splash Miss Shen's red wine at a cocktail party, which dirty her favorite skirt."

"Mr. Dong looks intellectual and elegant, not like a person who can act rudely." Dong Li objectively explained his impression of Dong Qingqing, but speaking of the fact that Miss Shen was also a striking figure in Yuncheng during her lifetime.

"Jealousy is beyond recognition. The most important thing is that after Mr. Jin found out about this, Dong Li, guess what the outcome of Dong Qingqing?" Chen Ming raised his eyebrows.

When recalling the past, Chen Ming remembered it very much, but in the blink of an eye, he felt extremely melancholy because Shen Qianxun passed away half a year ago.

After thinking about it, Li Dong couldn't imagine that Jin Muhan was young and promising, with a gentle and gentle appearance. He has always been gentle and graceful to ladies, but he was a bit gentler and gentler. How could such a man be angry at Dong Qingqing? He had to ask: "What's the end?"

Chen Ming smiled and said, "It seemed that it was winter at that time. Mr. Jin asked me to find a few people to throw her into the lake and soak her for an hour. Dong Qingqing had a high fever of 39 degrees and lay in the hospital for a week." It was also at that time that Chen Ming realized that Jin Muhan was kind to women and gentlemen, because he did not touch his bottom line.

Director Li: "..." Which grandson should I cheated on, and said: "Assistant Chen, don't just say bad things about Mr. Jin because he is not here now. How could Mr. Jin be that kind of person? It's still for Miss Shen? I don't believe it. Mr. Jin and Miss Shen are just friends, aren't they?"

No friend who is so frustrated after suffering a little grievance?

Now, it was Chen Ming's turn to be speechless.

First, he did not say bad things about Mr. Jin, Mr. Jin was so stupid. You praised him with your sincerity, and the type that could be trampled by him. Second, they are not ordinary friends. Both sides have known each other for many years. The ups and downs of life have been with each other. The relationship between both sides is like a pot of sake, which seems plain, but it is strong and burns the throat. The third party cannot intervene and cannot destroy it.

After speechless, Chen Ming sneered: "What do you know..."

If neither of them were that rational, they would have been together long ago.

Moscow.

The night is getting darker, and the ice and snow city covered with heavy snow is incredibly beautiful. Because it is Christmas, there are joyful scenes everywhere.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the snowflakes were rising. If you were near the Vasily Cathedral, you would see a handsome Chinese sitting on a bench with two fingers clasping cigarettes. The cigarettes were curling. Widths of white smoke blurred his tough outline, hazy, and he looked damn lazy and sexy. It was strange that a man who was obviously noble and elegant would remind people of the word sexy, a type that men were born to make women crazy.

What's even more strange is that there was a strange box next to the man. The lights at night were bright, and some white light fell on him. His tall and slender figure was as tall as a jade tree, but it made a bit of loneliness. His expression was very light, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were like amber flowing with light.

"Hi." A beautiful woman stepped forward with a bright smile.

Jin Muhan looked up and smiled politely.

His response made the beautiful woman excited and continued to work hard: "Can I sit here?"

"cannot."

The sound is cold and there is no ups and downs, but it is touching and damn good.

The beautiful woman's lips stiffened, but she did not turn around and left, softening her voice, "I've been walking for a day today, and my legs are sore, and I can't walk anymore."

Usually, she is soft and a little coquettish tone. No man can stand it and will respond to her requests. Therefore, she is very confident that the man in front of her will no longer refuse her request.

"Feel sorry."

“·······”

It was not the expected answer, but the other party refused simply. No matter how to say it, it was very ignorant, but it was polite and elegant, and what else would a beautiful woman want to say...

Just look, the man raised his hand and patted the strange box side next to him with snow. The night sky happened to be full of brilliant fireworks. He glanced at it and slowly lowered his eyes, and his eyes just returned to the box.

"Merry Christmas, Ah Xun." He whispered.

The beautiful woman was dumbfounded, and her back was inexplicably chilling. She threw down a strange look and turned away.

Jin Muhan slowly rubbed the box with one finger, not knowing what he thought of, and a little softness appeared in his light-colored eyes, a little obsessed, and a white light flashed, and the light in his eyes calmed down.

At this time, another man holding a camera took this scene opposite him. The man was dressed casually and sloppy, with his face and cheeks that couldn't see clearly, but he could tell that he was a Chinese.

The other party spoke first: "Don't you mind?"

Jin Muhan said indifferently: "Mind."

"Okay." Li En tinkered with the camera and deleted the photo. He smiled and asked, "Is this box filled with your lover's ashes?" Realizing that this question might be too presumptuous, "I didn't intend to offend, I just asked curiously."

After a long time, he said, "Yes."

"I'm going to take her to see the snow?"

"kindness."

Li En continued: "I have a suggestion that you can use her ashes to make a ring, so that it is convenient and safe to carry on your body."

"Thank you, your advice is great."

Hearing this, Li En laughed, and he said casually, but he didn't expect the other party to consider it so seriously and even prepare to take this suggestion. "You're welcome~" On such a cold night, in a foreign country, he warmly invited me: "I'm pretty close. I'm going to have a drink at the bar. Brother, do you want to go to the bar to have a couple?"

Jin Muhan thought about it but did not refuse.

There are many people in the bar and the music is lingering.

Jin Muhan took off his coat, the collar of the white shirt slightly opened, revealing the slender neckline. He raised his glass to drink, so sexy that it made people want to commit crimes.

"Come again." Li En raised his glass.

After drinking a cup, Jin Muhan refused, "No, I will get drunk."

Li En continued to drink wine with a big mouthful, his eyes slightly drunk, "It's okay to be drunk, so you don't have to be too sober when you live, you won't have any pain or troubles, and you can forget everything for the time being... So, alcohol is actually a good thing."

"And, I think you feel uncomfortable because of her." Li En pointed his finger at the box.

Jin Muhan was silent, his expression was still calm, but his eyes were redder little by little.

"Let yourself relax."

Slowly, Jin Muhan said, "You are wrong. I will only miss her even more when I am drunk."

Not only can alcohol not paralyze him, it will only make him more and more sober. The tide of longing and endless regret will uncontrollably destroy his internal organs. Chen Qianxun, his Qianxun, her every frown and smile, her voice...

Men who are too loyal to their relationships are likely to drive themselves crazy, and this idea suddenly pops up in Li En's mind.

And the noble and cold man in front of him is pushing himself into a desperate situation step by step.

"I never thought I would lose her. I knew that there would be such a day, from the beginning, I should have tied her to me and kept her in a row, and she would not be allowed to go anywhere." His voice was so affectionate that it was so paranoid that it was crazy.

Because of his words, Li En was mostly drunk and sober. He wanted to say that this was wrong. Life was short, and you should look forward when you live in the present. But before you could say it, Jin Muhan had already restrained his out-of-control emotions and returned to his gentle appearance.

"It's rude."

Li En: “…”

Jin Muhan leaned slightly, and a pious kiss fell on the box. The lights were soft, but he was out of reach, as if he was in a different country than others.

Jin Muhan picked up the box and put it back in his backpack carefully, picked up the coat, and paid for the wine: "Go ahead."

...

The next morning, Jin Muhan woke up with a little pain. He massaged his temples twice and got up from the bed. When he saw the surrounding environment clearly, he was stunned.

He was obviously staying in the hotel in Moscow, but when he woke up, he was in the Jin family mansion.

At this moment, the door knocks sounded.

After a long time, Jin Muhan reacted and opened his lips: "Enter."

The maid pushed the door and came in, "San Young Master, your cousin Miss Xiao is here."

"What did she do?"

The maid replied: "You got sick as soon as you returned to China. Miss Xiao may be worried about you."

Jin Muhan: "..." After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice warm, like a gentle breeze blew through his ears, "Which day is it today?"

"San Young Master, today is Christmas."

"years."

“2010.”

The maid was a little confused. Is the third young master confused? Why did he forget the years?

However, the third young master looks so beautiful. Because he is sick, his complexion is not affected at all, but his beauty in the prosperous age, and the sick and weak beauty are so exciting.

Moreover, among the young masters of the Jin family, he is the best, has a good temper and has a cultivation and knowledge.

Even those hands were carefully carved and could not find any flaws. Such a good person would be the most unpopular young master of the Jin family.

The moment he heard the year, Jin Muhan immediately pursed his lips and held the lower hands tightly. The joints turned white due to force and did not ask anything else. He turned around and lifted the curtains. The sunlight was a little dazzling. He saw the pear tree planted downstairs, which was planted by his mother before his death. Later, he moved out of the Jin family. He dug the pear tree and planted it in front of Shen Qianxun's yard. But now, the pear tree stands clearly in front of him.

If it was a dream, he hoped that the dream would never wake up, but obviously, everything here is so real.

Thinking of Chen Qianxun...

Jin Muhan's breathing was slightly suffocated, and something was surging in his shallow eyes.
Chapter completed!