Bait

The last layer of curtains was also pulled back, and the pale yellow skirt wrapped around the white and naked ankles, moving a little bit towards the woman's clean face.

these years.

Her pictures, her relics.

Chen Yuan has stroked her tens of thousands of times.

Every February is her birthday.

He would relive the places they had been.

Grasslands, lakesides, cliffs, Gobi Desert.

Frame by frame is echoed like a movie.

At first, it seemed like she was still there.

Wearing an apron, carrying a pot of porridge, "Chen Yuan, you are back."

After tidying up the suits that were drying on the roof, I turned my head, extremely annoyed, "Chen Yuan, I didn't iron them neatly."

He accompanied her diving and watching the aurora on the top of the mountain.

Chen Yuan was once immersed in this tragedy and couldn't extricate himself.

When he completely accepted Qiao Hanrun's death and got rid of his demons, she appeared in front of him completely.

Caught off guard, fresh and warm.

His torture, self-blame, remorse, seemed absurd and hopeless.

The woman stepped down the steps and approached step by step, "Chen Yuan, have you forgotten me? I believe you have not."

Stormy waves surged in his eyes, like a sunburst bursting out a beam of burning skylight, splitting the world alive, shaking the sky and the earth.

Chen Yuan strangled her, and the touch of skin and bone entangled her so much that he was on the verge of going crazy.

A dull pain spread from his chest, hitting his blood and flesh.She was so real, so real that he breathed and gazed at her, so real that her tear mole and a drop of water at the end of her eyes were trembling in despair.

Chen Yuan clenched tighter and tighter, suffocating like being submerged by the tide, as if he was clenching his own heart, numb and sad.

He couldn't help trembling, and the wine table shook like a huge tsunami that destroyed the world.

"Han Run..." His lips squirmed for a long time before he could make a sound, "You didn't... die?"

Dumb, obscure, like an old and withered rotten tree.

Qiao Hanrun covered her face and sobbed, "Chen Yuan, I don't have the face to see you, but I'm not happy. For the past nine years, I've been thinking about you in my dreams—" She raised her head, her face was covered with tears, "I can't suppress it." Hold back your impulses and longings."

The moment her skin fused with her palms against him, Chen Yuan stood up abruptly, every inch of his exposed tendons and veins seemed to explode.

"I almost died abroad. If I hadn't longed to return to you, I wouldn't be alive today." She suddenly put her arms around his waist, "After I returned to this city, Alan told me that you have never married and had children."

It was her in his arms, and the familiar scent of black lotus brought back his dusty memories and dusty feelings.

Chen Yuan couldn't restrain himself, his chest swelled and shrank suddenly.

She noticed his tension, "You can't let me go, can you?"

London.

Los Angeles.

Toronto.

That year, Qiao Hanrun's flight took off from Hong Kong and its destination was Charles de Gaulle Airport.In fact, as early as the stopover in Bangkok, the black dog took her abducted, and then changed to several ships to cross to Paris. Chen Yuan searched all the sea routes, but there was no trace.

That kind of profundity and regret that ended abruptly ran through the first half of his life towards this woman.

He shook his head in a daze, he had experienced a lot of vicissitudes in an instant, he could hardly stabilize himself, staggered back to the door, and fled.

Qiao Hanrun stood there, motionless.

Liang Zewen was dumbfounded, he didn't expect Chen Yuan's reaction to be so violent, "Young master!" He chased outside, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

A Yun walked to his side, "What Director Liang said is not a man who is not close to women and does not love the world of mortals, but it is just mediocre."

"You know what a fart!" Liang Zewen was also unexpected, "After Boss Chen took over the Shenghe Group, he was decisive in the shopping malls and annexed companies with extreme ferocity. All the things were offered to him, and he was completely unmoved."

Ayun glanced at the direction of the wine table, "What is the background of this girl arranged by Director Liang? In the Huaxi Palace, she is at best a middle-aged person. Which of the twelve girls will not give her eight blocks?"

"More than that." He smiled meaningfully, "and gave birth to children."

Ayun raised his eyebrows, "Young women? There are quite a few clients who have different hobbies."

At this time, the secretary came in from the box, looked around, and signaled to the twelve girls on the round stage, "Go out."

After Ayun led the team to leave, the secretary handed over a document and said in a low voice, "Qi Shang accused Xiao Hui, the vice chairman of Fucheng Group, and Jin Gui, the general manager, of illegally embezzling public funds and have been detained."

Liang Zewen suddenly realized, "It turns out that Chen Er's stall is in trouble."

"The Second Young Master has a high probability of getting out. When He Pengkun recorded his statement, he defaulted that the client who transferred the public funds was Xiao Hui. As for the forgery of the official seal, Chen Zheng may not dare to pursue it. Xiao Hui is the Second Young Master's henchman. He still cut off his own arm. He sacrificed Xiao Hui. Hui Hui is also enough to deter the Chen family, once he is pushed, he will do anything." The secretary was terrified, "The second son is cruel, you should withdraw as soon as possible, otherwise one day you will become a stepping stone for him."

"Who is Qi Shang?"

The secretary replied, "It's Miss Qiao's husband."

Liang Zewen sighed, "What a game of chess."

Chen Chongzhou doesn't raise useless sons.

The marriage between Qi Shang and Qiao Hanrun devastated Chen Yuan's mind, and the former was a pawn to defeat the enemy with one blow. The misfortune caused Xiao Hui to overthrow Jin Gui, dirty Chen Yuan, and then forced Chen Zheng to stop. In the bloody storm, Chen Zheng didn't even have the guts to openly protect the long room.

He was afraid of Chen Chongzhou's insidiousness, and he was also afraid that he would have another trick.

I'd rather be a mute.

Liang Zewen felt that Chen Er was a natural gambler.

In his hand is the most variable chip card.

But when and how to play his cards, he is very good at timing.

Chen Sanye has a nickname in the police circle, Chen Zhuge.

Who is the criminal and who is the undercover agent in charge of the splicing? No middleman is needed.

Never missed.

Then Chen Er is Zhuge in the financial world.

After ten years of sharpening a sword, it is steady and ruthless when it is unsheathed.

Liang Zewen has never heard of such a master who is good at hitting snakes seven inches.

He turned back to the box and said politely, "Miss Qiao, I don't think the eldest son will show up again tonight, may I give you a ride?"

Qiao Hanrun wiped away tears, "No, he will send someone to pick me up."

Liang Zewen was dubious, "Are you sure?"

She smiled, "Of course."

At the same time, Chen Yuan stood in the elevator compartment, pressing his hands against the wall, so flustered and powerless.

The elevator door was open, and he stumbled out. The woman in the front row was smearing lipstick on the door wall, and didn't pay attention to behind him. When he passed by, he bumped her arm, and the lipstick slid along her cheeks to her cheeks.

"Sorry—" He was distracted, and his collar was loosely untied, smelling of alcohol and decadence.

The whole portrait is lost.

At this moment, the lobby is full of luxury and money, and the woman wiped off the mark, "Is he urging his life! Where is he hiding from the creditor?"

The companion stood on tiptoe, following Chen Yuan with his gaze, "Does Huaxi Palace still have such kind of guests?"

"What is it?" The woman followed suit.

"Handsome! You are so close to him, didn't you see clearly? I have seen countless men, but I have never caught this class." The companion regretted, "Is he a client of Twelve Le Girls? I heard that there is a big boss A main song was inserted, to catch a big fish, and the target was the nobleman at the top of the pyramid. The identity is very mysterious, and it has not been leaked."

The woman was surprised, "Where did you hear the news?"

The companion was very jealous of Chen Yuan, and was reluctant to look away, "A Ye, who plays the pipa in the orchestra, is my roommate."

"The hottest male publicist in the group of soldiers on the battlefield, his stage name seems to be...A Rui?" The woman recalled, "He looks as good as the fresh meat in the entertainment industry, and he is so handsome."

Companions disdain, "Handsome is worth nothing compared to being handsome. A handsome man is one in a million. Handsome is on the skin, handsome on the bone, and handsome is the charisma and masculine charm."

The woman pouted, "That man is so outstanding?"

"It's really the best, full of sex."

When Chen Yuan came out of the clubhouse, Yang Ji immediately got out of the car and helped him, "How much wine have you drunk?"

He lowered his head, big drops of sweat flowed down his forehead, "Send her back."

Yang Ji looked over his shoulder and looked around the lobby, "Is it Director Liang?"

Chen Yuan's Adam's apple rolled for a while, "Han Run—"

"Qiao Hanrun?" She was stunned, "Miss Qiao?"

His eyes fixed on the ground, "Yeah."

Yang Ji couldn't believe it, "Miss Qiao is still alive?"

Chen Yuan didn't say a word, but with a flick of his arm, he stepped into the long street full of feasting and feasting.

Another night of snow in midwinter.

The huge street sign was covered by the night.

——Changqing Street.

Evergreen, long love, repay love.

The parting, bitterness and hatred in this world go round and round and finally meet again, asking for an ending to the erroneous fate.

The back of Chen Yuan disappeared on the snowy street, Yang Ji desperately looked for him, "Elder Son—"

In the middle of the night in this city, there is no longer any place full of traffic on Changqing Street.None of the men in this city is as down and out as Chen Yuan has nowhere to rest.

The Nanjiang Bridge spans from west to east, and the gray fog reflects his sadness and loneliness.

Chen Yuan clearly has no color, and it makes the gorgeous Jiang Huo lose color.

***

Shen Zhen was lying on the sofa in the ward and was fast asleep.

The phone starts to vibrate.

She answered in a daze, and it was Chen Yuan.

"Shen Zhen." His voice was very hoarse, "Are you in the hospital?"

She turned over and turned her back to the door, "I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

"I'm here."

Shen Zhen was not sober, "Where are you..."

"You open the window."

She was shocked immediately, sat up and lifted the curtains, and sure enough, there was a taxi parked downstairs with its lights flashing.

Shen Zhen glanced at the phone screen, it was 01:30 in the morning.

"You just finished the party?"

Chen Yuan responded lightly, "Is Third Uncle asleep?"

She tiptoed close to the hospital bed, Chen Ling rested one hand on the side of her head, very calm.

"You looking for him?"

"No." Chen Yuan refused, "I want to see you."

"See me?" Shen Zhen straightened up, "Now?"

"Yes, at this moment."

He has always been a gentleman, refined and considerate of women.

It was the first time to wake her up in the middle of the night.

"I'm going downstairs."

Shen Zhen picked up his coat and hurried out.

Snow and fog covered the sky, and the cold wind made her face hurt. The driver squatted under the utility pole and smoked.

The green and hard stubble on the man's chin grows to the ear temples, a layer of masculinity and richness,

He half-closed his eyes, and his eyes reflected the lonely snow color.

Xue Se kills people invisible, and he who kills him is free and unrestrained, with his fearless demeanor.

In this scene, Chen Yuan is shockingly down and out, everything about him is almost broken at the touch of a button.

"Why do you look like a tramp when you're drunk?" Shen Zhen couldn't help laughing while pawing at the window frame.

Chen Yuan came back to his senses, "Really."

She gathered the skirt of her coat, and a cloud of disintegrated white steam filled her lips.

"Cold?"

The wind made Shen Zhen unable to open his eyes, "Fortunately, Secretary Yang."

Chen Yuan didn't respond, and pushed open the car door, "Come up."

The window of the car is painted with breath, inside the window is the warm spring, outside the window is the neon light spot, one by one swells, slumps, and annihilates.

Shen Zhen rubbed his hands, and asked casually, "If you don't go home, what are you doing in the hospital—"

Chen Yuan hugged her without warning, and all the strength to support his survival was poured into this hug.

A hug unlike any other.

It has nothing to do with desire and affection, but his bewilderment, his confusion and collapse.

He fell into adversity with no exit, and the extremely collapsed emotions strangled him, engulfed and tore him apart.

After a long time, Chen Yuan said for no reason, "I haven't thought about it."

Shen Zhen felt his hot breath, and some hot and humid things soaking in his neck.

She was stunned, "Chen Yuan..."

"The darkest time of my life was in 08. I almost couldn't make it through." His body twitched slightly, "The six major groups were defeated in that financial war. He Xiaojun of the Hanqi Group jumped off the building in front of my eyes. His blood and brains It splashed all over the floor, all over my pants."

Shen Zhen pursed her lips and said nothing.

"I didn't kill them all. I still don't know why Han Qi and Changlong went bankrupt." He was very stiff.

Originally, she thought of Chen Chongzhou, it is well known that the brothers of the Chen family killed each other.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

He is now besieged on all sides, and even his biological mother has to give up.

She resented him and hated him too.

But afraid.

I'm afraid that something will happen to him, and I'm afraid that he will be in trouble.

In the past few days, Shen Zhen has been restless.

Too many premonitions flashed by.

She took care of Chen Ling in the hospital, and the outside world had no way of knowing about it. Every time she reviewed Yunzhi's official reports, involving cases, politicians, and confidential news, she consciously avoided them, and the only channel for inquiring was blocked.

"In the same year, my love, faith, and hope were all destroyed. It took me nine years to climb out of the pit, fill it with soil, and fill it up." Chen Yuan was deeply buried in her hair, " I can't face who lied to me for nine years."

Shen Zhen turned his head and looked in the rearview mirror.

He was like a wolf trapped in a trap, silent on the surface, but neighing in pain.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she put her arms around him.

She knew that Chen Yuan was not a fragile man, he was a magnificent deep sea.

He must have been through something.

Shen Zhen traced carefully on the glass with his fingertips, drawing a smiling face of a bald old man.

"Chen Yuan, if you are unhappy, you will lose your hair."

His viscera felt uncomfortable, and the tighter he hugged her, the more uncomfortable he became.

"Shen Zhen, do you blame me?"

She was at a loss, "What's your fault?"

"If I framed the second child."