Goodnight, Mr. CEO! Chapter 310: : no sleep, no hate

Yuan Shaojing's sudden visit shook the entire Lin family.

Even Luo Wenbo, who was dubious about the relationship between Lin Hanxing and Yuan Shaojing, hurried downstairs to greet him.

It is different from the Lin family, who have a strong purpose.

On the contrary, Lin Hanxing, who was directly involved, changed his clothes and entered the reception room as he did in the morning.

The tea is brewed again.

The Lin family was full of laughter and was about to greet Yuan Shaojing in high spirits when they saw a man on crutches from the black luxury car in the distance. , rushed towards the door of the villa.

Maybe it's too fast, it seems a little steep.

"Mr. Yuan!" Lin Youlin recognized Yuan Shaojing at a glance, she just stretched out her hand to greet him, but saw that the other party passed by without looking at her, like a gust of wind.

"Where's her?" He looked around, but he didn't see the girl of the Lin family.

Yuan Shaojing's expression is stern, and he can even be called fierce, but he looks like he wants to see the enemy!

"Ah? Who?" Lin Youlin couldn't react.

Luo Wenbo thought he had seen the way, and a raging fire burned in his heart.

I am afraid that Lin Xiaojiu will be deceived!

Listening to what Lin Xiaojiu said before, I thought I could help the Lin family connect with Mr. Yuan, but now I see that Yuan Shaojing can't wait to eat Lin Xiaojiu, how can I help the Lin family ?

Lin Xiaojiu ah Lin Xiaojiu, you are really good at calculating and eloquent!

"Where's her!" Yuan Shaojing tapped the ground with his cane, and the rain washed over him without even hitting his umbrella.

"Upstairs in the parlour."

Luo Wensu made a sound and successfully attracted Yuan Shaojing's attention.

"I'll lead Mr. Yuan up." Luo Wenbo didn't show his face when his younger brother took the lead, but he was always unhappy in his heart.

Luo Wensu seemed to see it and took a step back.

Uncle Hai hurriedly followed.

At this time, Lin Hanxing sat quietly in the reception room, staring blankly at the rain that was still falling outside the window.

In the house, the fragrance of tea overflows.

But it is no longer the eighteen trees in the morning.

With a bang, the door to the reception room was pushed open from the outside.

Lin Hanxing retracted his gaze and turned to the door.

Yuan Shaojing's face, which seemed to have been favored by the years, was washed away by the rain and turned pale. Those deep eyes stared at Lin Hanxing, who was not the first time he had seen him, and was full of ferocity.

"Aunt Mian likes to be clean. Please Mr. Yuan clean up and come over and sit down."

Lin Hanxing reached out and fiddled with the candle with a toothpick. The moment he finished speaking, Jiang Xibao was already walking towards Yuan Shaojing with a towel.

"She's not dead!" Yuan Shaojing didn't even look at it, nor did he accept it.

Luo Wenbo only thought that the two of them sounded like a book from heaven, but he didn't want to leave.

Lin Youlin, who followed closely behind her, had the same idea.

Lin Hanxing moved his hand for a while, looked up with no expression, and glanced behind him.

"Uncle Hai!" At a glance, Yuan Shaojing understood what she meant.

Uncle Hai deserves to be trained, and Uncle Du, who came out of the corner, shot at the same time, but after three or two, the Lin family who didn't want to leave have all been locked out.

"Tell me, she's not dead!" Yuan Shaojing's hoarse voice sounded again.

"As I said, please Mr. Yuan clean up and come over and sit down, otherwise, you won't get any answer from me."

Lin Hanxing's voice suddenly turned cold, and he lowered his eyes and did not look at him.

I don't know how long it took, Yuan Shaojing finally took the towel from Jiang Xibao's hand.

Carefully began to wipe himself, but his eyes seemed to be in pain and unable to control himself.

After she really cleaned up, Yuan Shaojing walked towards Lin Hanxing and sat opposite her.

The location of Xibao in the morning.

"Have a warm cup of tea." Lin Hanxing pushed the brewed tea in front of Yuan Shaojing, not in a hurry to give him any answer.

Yuan Shaojing held up the teacup numbly and drank it in one breath, regardless of whether it was hot or not.

And when the tea entered his throat, the familiar taste made his body tremble violently.

"In the past, Aunt Mian would always cook such a pot of medicinal tea for you after your entertainment. At that time, you would never give her a good look and speak coldly, but you would never treat Cheng Lingyun like this. ."

Lin Hanxing's voice was cold, as if telling a story.

She often thinks of the last days of Aunt Mian, as if she knew that she was dying, holding the only old and yellowing photo of Li Sinian, under the longan tree, waiting and waiting .

——Uncle, why do you hate me? If the relationship can let me call the shots, I also hope that I have never fallen in love with you.

——I will be hurt, and I will be sad, how can you treat me like this!

That night, she was drunk and lay on his lap like a kitten.

Tears dripped down his pants.

Those memories that I thought I had forgotten, under Lin Hanxing's words, were like a flood that had opened up, and they were out of control, making Yuan Shaojing's expression look painful.

"You seem to have forgotten that in front of you, she is not the indifferent, arrogant and decisive head of the Li family, but the one who knew her adopted status from a young age and was driven out of the Li family after her parents died. That little girl."

"She never forgot who she was, and you..."

"But she forgot."

Lin Hanxing looked at the tears flowing from the eyes of the man in front of him, but his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Memories are like crushing Yuan Shaojing. He never dared to think about how cruel he was to Misty Yu in the past, but now, those pasts are like someone cutting his heart with a knife. Meat!

It's just these, can't stand it anymore?

"Aunt Mian, she..." Lin Hanxing seemed to think of something suddenly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Look at me, why did I forget to tell you that Li Yanyu in your mouth changed his name after leaving you."

Yuan Shaojing looked up at her, with blue veins on his forehead forbearance.

"WuMian, I'll be used to calling her Auntie Mian."

"Mr. Yuan can guess why it is these two words."

Lin Hanxing held the teacup and drank it slowly. Not only did she want to ask this question, but she asked it for others.

"No sleep, no hatred."

No sleep, no hate!

——Why didn't you save him?

——It's my son's life, is it too cheap?

——Uncle, my son is dead, but her daughter is still alive...

Weeping blood, how can I not hate?

"Do you remember what Reese looked like?"

Lin Hanxing doesn't care how heartbreaking Yuan Shaojing is.

She only remembered the desperate grief in Aunt Mian's eyes when she mentioned the child who died young.

Even after years of baptism, it is still unforgettable.

Lin Hanxing found the yellowed photo from the side and pushed it in front of Yuan Shaojing.

The photo was obviously held in the hands of Ren Ri. Ri, it was yellow and old.

The corners are worn.

"I'm afraid, you forgot."

"Then take a good look at it."