Even though he knew he would be deceived, Wang Dajiang would be deceived again and again every time.

Because he was afraid that one day the call would be true.

In fact, he hates his son Wang Boyun very much. He looks like he is planning all day long. He always feels that his temperament must be as good as his mother and more contentment.

There are many things he doesn't want to fight for, nor do he want to fight for.

For example, Wang Boyun always hoped that he would go back to the company for two years and be able to prepare for taking over the company in the future, but he just didn't want to.

Wang Boyun once asked him, if no one takes over the company in the future, it will fall into the hands of others and half of his life will be wasted. Isn’t it a pity?

This is how Wang Dajiang answered,

You said you made money so that my mother and I could live a good life, but after making money, my mother was gone, don’t you think it’s a pity?

Some things are too much debate and they are meaningless.

There are fewer and fewer words to talk between father and son. What are you talking about? What are you going to say? It’s better to shut up.

Just like Wang Dajiang at this moment.

He walked to the wine cabinet next to him with a expressionless face, brought himself a red wine glass, sat opposite Wang Boyun, poured himself a glass of red wine, shook it gently, and then drank it all in one go.

The wine is good.

He thought to himself, and heard footsteps in his ears, and he knew that the woman had walked downstairs without raising his eyelids.

"Oh, Dajiang is back." The woman greeted him in a coquettish voice.

Wang Dajiang ignored her.

She didn't care at all and continued to say gentlely: "If you come back, stay for a few more days, just to talk to your father."

Wang Dajiang frowned slightly.

He hated this woman, not only for her hooking up with him, but also for her fickle raising men outside.

Why did Lao Wang look for this woman?

It's not that she looks good, pleasing to the eye, and looks comfortable.

As we grow older, even the most beautiful woman will have a day when she gets old and loses her lust. Why bother?

"Dajiang has had supper. I asked my aunt to make some midnight snacks and have some together?" The woman smiled sweetly.

Wang Dajiang poured himself another glass of wine, shook it, and said, "No, I have to go back after drinking this glass."

"I'm so anxious to go back?" the woman asked.

Wang Dajiang nodded and said, "Yes."

The answer was straightforward and without any delay, leaving no room for women to retain, although her retention was mostly false.

The woman held her hair around her ears and said with a smile: "By the way, I heard you have a classmate named Yang Le, right?"

"Um?"

Wang Dajiang stopped holding the wine glass,

"What did you ask him for?"

"It's okay, just ask. I heard that your relationship is pretty good. If you have time, you can invite him to come to your house. You don't have many friends, and it's rare to have a good friend. Your father also wants to meet you."

Wang Dajiang narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wang Boyun who was silent.

"Oh, is that?"

Wang Boyun stood up, his eyes sharp, and said softly: "Let's do this, I'll arrange a family dinner in a few days, and you invite him to sit down."

The sound is not loud, but there is no doubt.

Wang Dajiang frowned inadvertently. What is the hell sold in this old Wang?

Meet Yang Le?

I haven't thought about seeing you for so many years, why did I suddenly want to see you today?

Afraid of making friends by yourself?

Or are there any other intentions?

Wang Dajiang didn't say anything. After drinking the wine in the glass, he got up and left, asked a security guard to help him drive, and took him to the tavern.

Turn on the computer and light a cigarette.

Prepare to code.

What I was thinking about was Wang Boyun's little reaction just now. When the woman mentioned Yang Le, Wang Boyun obviously held the wine glass and stopped.

Will there be ghosts in the middle?

Sudden,

His eyes were aimed at the time in the lower right corner of the computer.

Damn,

It's past midnight, it's over, my update...

...

Yang Le returned to the community, Lao Yang was waiting downstairs,

"Come back?"

"Um."

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"have eaten."

"Go up and take a hot shower."

Yang Le thought about it and went to the scene of the body dumping today, and wanted to take a shower.

The two of them went upstairs one after another.

The hot water poured on his body, wetting Yang Le's hair. The water flowed into his eyes and he rubbed it with his hands.

The hand suddenly stopped,

Blood Eyes, what is the ability to bring changes to your current life, besides being able to see the past, what is the effect?

If you just see the past, just give it a picture like VCR, why do you still appear in the past by yourself?

I was wearing black technology glasses when I appeared in the past, and I could even record videos?

He felt a throbbing in his heart.

What if you assume that you appear in the past is not a virtual existence, but a real one, but just that people from the past cannot see themselves?

His pupils moved.

Screen cutting.

He deliberately looked forward for two days. It was the day when he was injured and just returned home. After he left, Lao Yang stood on a stool, raised his heel, and sent out a photo album from the closet with difficulty.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed and flipped over one by one.

Yang Le stood by and watched.

Um,

Not wearing clothes, covered in water.

Lao Yang flipped back one by one until he turned to the last one, a photo with reddish corners.

A woman wearing a cheongsam holding a child.

Yang Le was stunned.

He had never seen this photo before.

turn out to be,

she,

It's like this, beautiful and gentle.

And the woman on the ceiling in the dream... Forget it, the dream is fake.

Lao Yang put away the album.

Walk out the door.

When Yang Le saw him going out, he tried to reach out and gently lift the stool.

It's really lifting up!

He stood on the stool, took out the album, and pulled out the photo.

After watching for a while, I thought about it, and when Lao Yang was not paying attention, I stuffed it under the pillow in my room.

In the room,
To be continued...