He once confessed to me.

After a small success in his career, he developed a little bit of the idea of ​​giving back to society. At this time, students from a nearby university came to the company to get external relations, as if they were going to hold a joint club competition. The other party had four or five people, and San'er was the director of the external relations department. When they arrived downstairs of the company, they didn't know what lies they had told and even got involved. San'er was indeed good at speaking, and gained trust in a few words and successfully met him.

He was the president of the student union in college and had come forward several times to contact him. He knew the difficulties. So he easily agreed. When I went home to talk about this to me in the evening, I didn’t take it seriously. The investment of tens of thousands of yuan left in the students was not even possible.

Who would have thought this would become an opportunity for them to get to know each other?

"What exactly does he like about that San'er?" asked the BMW man.

"I don't know either."

I asked him this question. At that time, I followed them into a hotel, opened the room next to them, and moved a chair and sat on the wall all night. The sound next door was loud and unconcealed, as if I was afraid that the whole world would not know that they were in love. I was in a mess and went to the front desk to check out in the morning with bloodshot eyes. When the last procedure was completed, his ID card was handed over to the side.

There is no way to hide.

"Why?" San'er hid behind him half of his body, as if he was afraid that I would be angry and beat him up at any time. In fact, I don't have the strength at all, and I can't even stare at him with a more fierce look.

He held San'er's hand, and as he thought, a poppy smile gradually spread on the corner of his lips: "I don't know. Just like when I didn't know why I wanted to be with you."

"I have known about this for about a year, but when I think about it carefully, I only want to break up with him very much." I looked up and drank half a cup of whiskey. The stinging stinging burned in my throat. "I was scared later. My mother passed away when I was very young. My father was a university professor and also died in my senior year. He had done two things in his life, writing books and donating money. Half of the books he wrote were useless for publication, and the donated children disappeared after they grew up and never visited him. It was only two years before his death that he was awarded the title of professor. At that time, he had already found out that he had advanced gastric cancer. It was hard to say whether he felt sorry for him and let him be the professor."

"Are you afraid that without him, you will have nothing?" He filled me with another cup.

"I thought I still have money, and I have always comforted myself so much, but when I really made up my mind to leave, I found that the money was gone." I gestured, because I drank too much and was a little confused. "I owned the equity of the company we jointly registered, but he also established another company, concealed the news and transferred assets. What I own now is the equity of the company, and now there are only a handful of liquid funds on the company's accounts. I want money, so I can only auction the company."

"You can't auction it." He said, "Isn't the company legal person you are?"

I nodded with a wry smile: "I won't sell it either."

He nodded and waved his hand to signal another bottle. Even in the Western restaurant, there were no one at this time. The men and women at the next table were in stalemate, and the toes under the table were entangled, and they were whispering. I took the wine from the waiter and poured him a glass of coffee and drink it like myself.

It can be seen from the light that this BMW-driver is pretty handsome and has a little dark skin. It is the kind of black he got back from Caribbean Beach once. I don’t remember anyone in this city who looks like him, or maybe a foreign upstart. I’m almost dead, and I don’t bother to know about this.

During the meal, he answered a call, and the voice over there was crisp and he called his father in a delicate voice. He looked plain all night, and when he heard me speak, he just nodded slightly. Occasionally, he was also a sharp hit. Only the call from his daughter made him smile deeply, comforted her and let her go to bed earlier, then hung up and explained to me: "My wife and I live apart. My daughter uses the excuse of not being at home every night to refuse to sleep."

If I hadn't known him at the beginning, would I have married a beautiful wife and had a cute child?

"I'm not willing." I said, "I was diagnosed with gastric cancer yesterday, with advanced stages,

He was a little surprised: "So stomach cancer is really inherited?!"

I thought he would say something, but I didn't expect that this was the case. I was so angry that I slapped the table and said, "It's just a coincidence!"

He shrugged and said, "You want to take revenge before you die?"

"If it were you, would you choose to die quietly or to take revenge?" I shook my wine glass and gritted my teeth.

"If it were before, I would have chosen to take revenge, but now..." He touched my cup, "I would rather advise you to receive treatment as soon as possible. Wouldn't your father last more than two years?"

It was because my father had lasted for more than two years that I was unwilling to receive treatment.

How many injuries I suffered, this is the result in the end. I don’t want to mess around in the hospital so that I can’t run out of energy.

"Then how do you plan to take revenge?" He asked with a fork and chewed it.

"I don't know." I lay on the table, "I have no youth or beauty, and I have only a body that is slowly rotting. After all, revenge is just a verbal revenge."

Just this afternoon, I was still being □□ by him.

The person in front of him showed a sarcastic smile again, looked me up and down for a while, and slowly said, "No, if you have something, he will never have it."

The atmosphere of the two of them was a little reserved and unfamiliar at the beginning. Later, after drinking too much wine, they opened up to say anything. The Western restaurant closed, and walked along the way with wine and laughed, and opened a room at an old hotel on the side of the road. They originally agreed to use the narrow bathroom one by one, but later someone broke in when they were drunk and sat on the ground with the water flow to talk about whether there would be hell after someone died.

I felt uncomfortable in my stomach. I lay on the toilet and vomited for a while. After vomiting, I almost lost my feelings. I leaned against the wall and only smiled foolishly. He was a little more awake, his hands and feet were soft, and I remembered to wipe it clean and drag it to the bed like a dead pig. When I woke up the next day, he was already dressed neatly, smiled at me, and said, "A hotel like this is also a gift for breakfast."

"I have stomachache and don't want to eat." I turned over and wanted to sleep.

He didn't stop me, and walked around the room and said, "The insurance company called this morning and my car has been delivered to repair. Because I can't contact you, I asked me to tell you, yours has been delivered to repair."

I responded randomly, clumped my body into a ball, and pressed my knees against my upper abdomen.

"I have something else today, let's go first." He walked over and stuffed something under the pillow. "I took one of your business cards. This is my contact information. Please contact me anytime if you have any questions."

After a while, it was the sound of opening and closing the door.

I hummed twice, my stomach hurt so much, and I groped slightly and took out the note he left for me from under the pillow.

"Jiang Lei, 151XXXXXXXX"
Chapter completed!