Gu Shao's elementary school girl from the forest department

Overnight, the news that the 48-year-old female president of An An International Beauty Co., Ltd. declared bankruptcy and committed suicide by taking sleeping pills spread to China. Lu Yiyang received a call from the UK the night before. He flew back to the UK overnight, but all he saw was Lu Meilan's pale and waxy face.

In the single ward of the hospital, Lu Meilan's cold and stiff body was covered by a white cloth. Lu Yiyang pulled away a corner of the white cloth. When he saw that familiar face, his brown pupils constricted, and his curled eyelashes slowly curled up. Hanging down, the whole body trembled uncontrollably, he couldn't believe it, not long ago, he appeared at home fresh and beautiful, and the woman who was serious and harsh to him was lying coldly in front of him at this moment.

Lu Yiyang slowly put down the white cloth with trembling hands, the blood in his body seemed to be stagnant, and he looked at the uneven lines under the white cloth with a blank expression.

He never cared about the company's affairs. Lu Meilan had called him before, explaining that there was a problem with the company and wanted him to come back to help, but unexpectedly, he was already heavily in debt. His assistant has already told Lu Yiyang the current situation. It turned out that the company went bankrupt, and his good brother not only refused to help, but also asked several partners to withdraw their capital one after another.

Using such despicable means to suppress his stepmother's company, how much he would hate and how cold-blooded he would do such a thing.

His body seemed to be poured into lead, his heavy body stood beside the bed, his empty black eyes were as silent as stagnant water, his angular facial features were tightened, and his lips were pursed into a ruthless straight line.

Under the dim light, that handsome and cold face became more and more profound. After a long time, he moved his lips, looked at the cold body, and said in a low and hoarse voice to himself: "Mom, forgive me!" I came back too late, but it doesn't matter, Gu Hanyi gave it, and I will let him repay it ten times and a hundred times!"

He took heavy steps, and there were only a few clicks of shoes rubbing against the ground in the silent room. With the sound of closing the door with a click, the room became silent again, and the already cool body was soaked in strong disinfectant Taste towards corruption.

Outside the door, in the bright corridor, two foreign policemen were waiting at the door, handing over the relics in plastic bags to Lu Yiyang.

"Hello, this is your mother's relic. After our on-site inspection, Ms. Lu did indeed commit suicide."

The transparent plastic bag in his hand can clearly see the contents inside, a mobile phone, and a white folded post-it note.

There are few things, but for him, it is an invisible mountain that can't be seen at the end.

The huge debt and the hatred of his relatives made him feel powerless and heavy.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the police patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort, then turned and left.

Lu Yiyang looked at the plastic bag expressionlessly. After a long time, he tore open the bag with all his strength and took out the contents.

He tried several times before entering the correct password to open the phone. What caught his eye was a photo of him and his mother in high school. There were a few unchecked messages. He was not in the mood to open it and read it again. He opened the communication records, except for her current husband. Andrew's missed call was never received by anyone else.

The words Gu Hanyi in the record are particularly eye-catching, his indifferent pupils suddenly widened, and looking at the time, the last call was at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was to Gu Hanyi.

The doctor said that the time of mother's death was between eleven o'clock and twelve o'clock. I didn't expect that the last phone call my mother made was to Gu Hanyi.

What did they say in this call?It can make a mother who loves life and works hard to despair to end her own life.

He turned off the phone, and opened the white note, which was written in delicate handwriting that he was all too familiar with, and it was undoubtedly written by his mother.

With trembling hands, he opened the last letter with difficulty.

son:

When you open this letter, my mother may no longer be in this world, forgive me for giving up, forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.

My life is a failure, my love is a failure, my marriage is a failure, and I am a failure as your mother.

When I was young, I took care of my husband and raised my children at home. I didn’t want to give it a go until life was forced to help me. Developing An’an into a world-renowned beauty brand is my first life goal in this life, and it is also the only introduction I have done in my life. A career I am proud of, it allows me to regain my enthusiasm and yearning for life.

But now, seeing that the beauty brand I created with my own hands is about to be destroyed, I feel powerless and heartbroken. My mother has made every effort to make up for the consequences of her wrong decision, even if she puts down her arrogant posture and humbly I also went to ask for help.

In the end, I found out that all of this was caused by myself. If I had been more tolerant and didn't care about so much, maybe someone would help me when I was alone.

I spent the rest of my life in remorse and pain. I lived the rest of my life with a mentality of hatred and revenge, but I gradually turned myself into a demon.

Human nature is inherently good. I have long forgotten how I was when I first met your father. My mother has made many wrong decisions in her life, but giving birth to you is the most correct and regretless choice.

I wholeheartedly want you to change into what a son should be in my mind, but I have forgotten that even if it changes, it is no longer you, but another strange you that is expected.

Mom wants you to be the imprisoned self in your heart, let the past go, forget those hatreds, and start a new life.

Seeing the familiar handwriting, Lu Yiyang took a weak step back and sat down on the chair in the corridor. The letter in his hand had fallen to the ground. He leaned back on the chair, raised his head slightly, and his face was expressionless. Dead silence, his bloodshot eyes seemed to be a bottomless black hole devouring everything around him, he still couldn't shed a single tear when he looked at the dazzling light.

At this time, he seemed to be wandering in a no-man's land, with a dark confusion in front of him, and he didn't know where to go. People were coming and going in the corridor, everything was reduced to the background, and he was the only one left. No father, no mother, no worries.

When their mother and daughter were driven to England six years ago, he thought he had no home, but now he feels that without his mother, he is completely reduced to a wandering person.

No, how could he let go? !How can one forget who caused all this.

The self who was imprisoned in his heart had died six years ago, maybe it was too long, he had already forgotten what he looked like back then.

He lowered his head, picked up the letter on the ground, folded it flat and put it into a hidden pocket near his chest.

The moment he got up and raised his head again, there was a murderous look between his brows, and the dead silence in his eyes just now had a glimmer of cold light, and he strode towards the end of the corridor with his head held high.

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In City A, Gu Hanyi sat at his desk, looking at the eye-catching title on the computer, his face was full of shock.

Lu Meilan committed suicide, which was something he never expected. The pleasure brought by the long-awaited revenge did not come as expected. He just wanted her to have nothing and didn't want her to die.

Gu Hanyi still overestimated the extent of his ruthlessness, he got up and picked up the cigarette case on the table and took out one, put the cigarette between his thin lips and lit it with a lighter, he walked to the window and stood tall and tall facing the setting sun Under the orange-red afterglow, he was accompanied by a slender figure, and his noble and tall back was like a god, exuding a cold aura that strangers should not enter.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring. The rising white smoke enveloped his handsome face, and the deep facial features looked more and more dangerous and evil.

The hatred did not end with Lu Meilan's death, even if she paid it back with death, it was not enough to drive away the hatred in his heart.

If she hadn't killed his father, then he still has relatives in this world, not to mention giving up the life of free choice with the mission of the family. Everything is so involuntary, living himself like an isolated island. With pain and helplessness.

However, at this moment, no one knows better than him that it was he who forced Lu Meilan to death, this person whom he hated deeply, was the one who watched her step by step towards the drowning swamp.

If Lu Meilan is a murderer who murdered his father, then why is he not a murderer.

He used an invisible knife to completely destroy a person's willpower and desire to survive. At some point, he had become a person like a demon.

This kind of self made him a little strange, maybe it was the fruit of hatred. He knew that one day he would reap the fruits of himself, just like Lu Meilan, but he couldn't stop his terrible thoughts.

Therefore, he longed for a voice in his heart to guide him out of the endless darkness and stop falling like this, and that voice was Jian Yue, and only she could cleanse this gradually filthy, ugly heart.