Bait

Shen Zhen pulled away from his arms, "Framed?"

It is true that Chen Chongzhou has disappeared so far. In the past, he would disappear for at most one day, to create opportunities to meet, to get along with each other, to quarrel or not, to keep her at bay and torment her.

He is arrogant and cares about face.

It was clearly a good intention, but it also turned into a bad intention.

His mind was hidden, and he couldn't kick a fart.

He has a stubborn temper towards women, especially women who have been broken up and broken up.

With such a disappearance, she should have realized that something happened to him.

Chen Yuan's face was in the shadows, the streets and alleys were flashing, nothingness covered the outline, his Adam's apple rolled, "Shen Zhen, will you blame me, hate me?"

"As long as you have a clear conscience and act openly and honestly, I don't care about my resentment or hatred. No one has the right to resent." She looked at him, "If you have a conscience, why do you do that?"

The dull feeling in his chest came back again and became stronger, "In the end it's either the second child or me."

"Why?" Shen Zhen leaned against the car door, "Did the Chen family get into trouble?"

"Many unknown inside stories of the Chen family gradually surfaced. Ashamed and worthy, there is no second choice."

She frowned, "What will happen to him."

"I don't know." There were waves in Chen Yuan's eyes, "Shen Zhen, if I am the one who is in danger, and I am the one who is desperate and desperate, would you feel sorry for me?"

Shen Zhen pursed her lips, "Yes."

He laughed inexplicably, "That's enough."

She locked the door handle with five fingers and tightened it tightly, "What happened to him?"

"Whatever he does, I—"

Qiao Hanrun's face suddenly flashed before Chen Yuan's eyes.

That sentence, "I will love you for the rest of my life." came to my mouth and swallowed it again.

He clenched his fists tightly until the veins on the back of his hands popped out, "There will be results after a while."

At the intersection not far away, a black Bentley was parked. The woman in the back seat witnessed this scene and said nothing.

Yang Ji lifted the rearview mirror to look at her, "Miss Qiao, that's Miss Shen."

She clasped her hands, her face tensed, "I know."

"You know?"

The woman smiled wryly, "I've seen her picture."

Yang Ji couldn't help but wonder, "Where have you seen it?"

"It's beautiful to be 25 years old." The woman didn't answer, immersed in disappointment, "I'm eight years older than her, she must have a shadow of me back then, right Secretary Yang?"

"My eldest son is in love, Miss Shen's eyebrows and charm really resemble you."

The woman lowered the car window, the wind and snow were blowing, and her skin was cut like a knife, but she didn't realize it, "He raised a woman named Lin Sheng in Hong Kong?"

Yang Ji turned off the fire, "Assistant Lin is in charge of the eldest son's affairs in Hong Kong. She is no different from me."

She kept paying attention to the man and woman in that car, "I heard from Alan that Lin Sheng took care of Chen Yuan's diet, and you seem to be a little different."

"Assistant Lin has been with the eldest son for many years, and his affection is deeper than mine."

"The depth of the relationship has nothing to do with the year. Miss Shen is later than you, but she still surpasses you." The woman's palms were densely stained with sweat, "Maybe, she also surpasses me."

Yang Ji remained silent.

The building of the inpatient department was closed at [-] o'clock and opened at [-] o'clock in the morning. To return, we had to bypass the emergency department and go up the stairs for transporting medical equipment.

Shen Zhen's back condensed into a jumping dot on the snowy ground until he hid in the night.

Chen Yuan stretched out his upper body, trying to confirm that she had returned to the ward, but the light on the window on the fourth floor was still off.

The smiling face of the glass was covered with another layer of snow, making it slightly chaotic.

He touched it with his fingertips, and it was completely dissolved into a puddle of water.

It's like the story that they withered before they bloomed.

The driver pinched his cigarette and sat in the driver's seat again, "Sir, are you going?"

Chen Yuan leaned against the back of his chair, "Tianfu No. 1."

***

The curtains of the ward were drawn, blocking out the only snow light, Shen Zhen didn't dare to illuminate, and the surroundings were pitch black.

She entered the room in the dark, slipped on the soles of her feet inadvertently, knocked down the metal infusion stand on her forehead, and smashed it against the hospital bed with a bang.

In the next second, it was as bright as day.

The iron hook was within a hair's breadth of the wound on the right arm. Fortunately, it missed, otherwise it would have broken the bones.

At the critical moment, Chen Ling grabbed the pole.

He sleeps lightly, has high vigilance, undercover occupational diseases, and even the slightest disturbance cannot escape his control.

Chen Ling sat up, helpless and funny, "Are you secretly rebelling?"

Shen Zhen held his breath in fright, "Third Uncle, I'm worried that I'll disturb your rest..."

"You'd better bother me." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Am I going to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow?"

She flipped through the calendar on the wall, "The day after tomorrow!" Shen Zhen congratulated him, "Third Uncle, you survived safely! If you survive a catastrophe, you must have a wife."

The man rubbed harder in an instant, "You should go back."

She was at a loss, "Where to go?"

"Where do you live?"

"Splendid South, Furong Road, North District—"

Chen Ling laughed suddenly, "No need to recite the address." He moved his hand away, "Go back."

Only then did Shen Zhen understand what he meant, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

He looked down at the quilt covering his body, "Yes."

Chen Ling didn't like to lie, but this time, he could only lie.

He didn't get along with a woman day and night for three days.

morning, sunset.

Hearing her laugh, listening to her making troubles, listening to her telling embarrassing things about her student days, being filled with righteous indignation and scolding her ex-husband, and snoring endlessly during her afternoon nap.

Those meaningless content made Chen Ling's 40 years of silence suddenly bright and vivid.

Habit is a powerful and unsolvable mental paralysis.

He is not afraid of poisonous caves, and he is not afraid of death.

The only thing to be afraid of is this addictive habit. Once it takes root, it is a disaster.

Chen Ling had to resist.

Shen Zhen muttered wronged, "I didn't cause you any trouble."

Feeding three meals, fetching water and wiping, she was very attentive and never neglected.

In the end, being blasted away face to face cannot end well.

I always feel that the kindness owed to him has not been repaid quickly.

Missing half.

Chen Ling had no expression on his face, and turned his head away, "You talk too much, I like quiet."

"Then I'll be dumb, Third Uncle, if you leave the hospital the day after tomorrow, I'll be considered successful—"

"No need." His face was a little gloomy.

Everyone is afraid of the iron-blooded hero Chen Ling, and Shen Zhen is no exception.

Annoyed, he immediately frightened her.

Shen Zhen lay back on the sofa, buried his head in the blanket, and said nothing.

Chen Ling closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned off the wall lamp.

In the dark, he repeated again, "Shen Zhen, listen to Uncle San, you have finished your debt of gratitude."

***

On the other side, the taxi drove into Tianfu No. 1, and Yang Ji was waiting in the courtyard. She opened her umbrella and hung it over Chen Yuan's head.

He took off his coat, "Are you asleep?"

Yang Ji shook her head, "I'll be back soon."

"Delayed on the way?" Chen Yuan looked at his watch, and it had been two hours since he left Huaxi Palace.

Tianfu No. 1 is closer than the Chen Mansion, just an hour away.

"Miss Qiao went to the Municipal People's Hospital."

He just stepped up the steps and stopped hastily, "You took her there on your own initiative."

Yang Ji lowered her head, "Miss Qiao is smart, she guessed that you left in a hurry to find a place to calm down, and asked me to send her there. I planned to send her back to Shenghe, just to be perfunctory." She cautiously said, "But Miss Qiao ordered me to send her to Where Miss Shen is, I have to take it to the hospital."

Qiao Hanrun is an abandoned baby. Because of congenital heart disease, she was six days old and was abandoned in Tianjing Orphanage in the eastern suburbs together with her baby.

It was raining that day, wet winter rain.

She was born prematurely, swaddled and thin, and almost died on the cold bench.

When picked up by passers-by, he only breathed a sigh of relief.

He came from a humble background, like a duckweed in a big city.She doesn't know how to attack, doesn't know how to fight, she is simple and flattering.

Chen Yuan took pity on her, pity on her purity and truth, from pity to love.

He stood in the middle of the living room, burning a cigarette.

The overload of oppression and shock piled up on his chest, destroying him to pieces.

Wisps of smoke diffused through the lungs and let out a breath.

Chen Yuan was absent-minded, and he breathed into the trachea recklessly during frequent hesitation.

He coughed violently and shuddered.

After calming down, he wiped away the tears choked from the corners of his eyes, and continued to twitch.

One after another.

After he emptied half of the box and crushed the last cigarette butt, he got up and went straight to the second floor.

At this moment, the bedroom was hazy, and she was still the same as before, leaving a lamp for him who came home late.

Standing at the door, Chen Yuan couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

He was about to tap, when there was the sound of running water in the bathroom, it was her taking a bath.

Chen Yuan turned around and went to the study next door.

Yang Ji held a stack of documents and just walked to the stairs, "Young master?" She passed him, "Aren't you working in the bedroom?"

He pushed the study door, "The bedroom can't be done."

"Miss Qiao intends to wait for you." She followed closely and put down the file. "She has been asking me about your personal feelings."

Chen Yuan sat down and didn't respond.

"I did a brief investigation, and Ms. Qiao's overseas work experience is completely blank, and she has no source of income." Yang Ji hesitated, "Unless... there is a man."

She spies on Chen Yuan, but his expression is calm, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

At that moment, the sound of water in the bedroom stopped abruptly.

Chen Yuan's signing hand froze, and he shared the documents, "Is there any news about the second child?"

"The audit team's word is very tight." Yang Ji cleaned up the desk, "The old chairman and the second master have connections in the audit department. Since they didn't take action, it is estimated that the second son is 100% capsized. There is no need to spend energy to protect a useless person. .”

Chen Yuan covered his eyelids in a daze, "Father's failure to act proves that there is still room for change. The second child has reserved a way out, and father dare not rashly force him into a desperate situation."

"The second son's future is nothing more than Xiao Hui and Jin Gui's scapegoating. The old chairman protects their family members and instructs them to deny it. Even if the second son's forged evidence is false, can it really become a fact? The chairman's heart Knowing it well, he sacrificed the second son and forged a deep hatred from then on. The second son escaped from danger, and the Chen family will suffer endless troubles."

Through his fingers, he fixed his eyes on the boat-shaped fruit basket, "The second child is looking for Xiao Hui and Jin Gui to be scapegoats. Their chips are not just their family members. Xiao Hui doesn't recognize it, the second child will have the next step." He opened his eyes Eyes, the cold air gushed, "For example, father, for example, shaking the Chen family."

Yang Ji thought it was too mysterious, "Is the Second Young Master's ability beyond the sky?"

Chen Yuan was very tired, so he waved his hand to signal her, "Go down and send someone to keep an eye on the Audit Bureau and the old house."

"I am clear."

Yang Ji walked out of the study and ran into Qiao Hanrun in the aisle. She had a clearness that removed all impurities, and she was white and pure at a glance.

Even she is 32 years old.

Yang Ji stepped aside, "Miss Qiao, the eldest son is inside."

She nodded, "Secretary Yang, go home and rest."

Clearly intentional.

Yang Ji was also savvy, "The supper for Mr. Chen is thanks to Miss Qiao."

"To make soup for Chen Yuan to wash his hands, I would love it."

The moment they passed each other, Yang Ji slowed down and paid attention to the movement in the study.

"You need time to get used to my presence, I understand." She turned against the warm light from the desk lamp, "It's like a dream, isn't it."

Chen Yuan stood up, "Don't get me wrong, I just went out to sober up."

Qiao Hanrun understood that what happened tonight was too sudden, he couldn't accept it, and couldn't face her sudden resurrection.

"It's deserted here, there's no smoke." She stopped in front of the desk and looked into his eyes.

His eyes were in a trance, "I don't live here often."

Yang Ji didn't intend to reveal that Chen Yuan took the woman back to Chen's mansion to stay overnight.

But he didn't tell Yang Ji to take her back.

Instead, he was sent back to this residence where there was almost no trace of his existence.

She panicked at her instincts, something missed, broken, regrettable.

How to save and make up.

"The smell of your clothes is too strong." She stretched out her hand, finished unbuttoning his shirt, and unbuttoned his trousers, "I'll wash it for you, wash it clean and then iron it."

Subconsciously, he turned sideways and pulled up his trousers, "I'll do it myself, you go to bed earlier."

Qiao Hanrun was startled, his hands froze there.

After recollecting it, Chen Yuan was also stunned.His mind was in a mess, and it was so blank that he immediately lit a cigarette trembling.

Strangeness, old love, guilt, suspicion.

Countless feelings mixed in his heart, tormenting him unbearably.

He has already slipped on the opposite track with her, in different seasons and different crowds in foreign countries.

Chen Yuan looked at her, so dazed and ignorant.

During this sad and separated time, he did not participate in her wandering, nor did she participate in his suffering.

He considered himself guilty of treating her.

This injustice and self-blame made him unable to breathe.

So Chen Yuan would rather avoid it.

Qiao Hanrun woke up, and pressed the lighter, "You want to smoke again. Forgot that I have stomach problems, do you have a cough in winter?"

He pulled out a trace of laughter, "There are many entertainments in the mall, and the addiction is great."

"Isn't it already at home? It's not a shopping mall." She interrupted, "There is hot porridge at home, and there is me."

Chen Yuan held the cigarette case and lost his voice.

Qiao Hanrun looked down, and the calluses on his palm grew more, hard and rough, she stroked gently, "Do you remember, I used to be ticklish, every time I was picky about eating, you tickled me with the calluses, and I ate everything .”

She crawled across his palm with her index finger, greedy and obsessed, as if describing the nine years of her absence, "Once, I thought I would be your wife, and we have a distant future. Do you remember that in Iceland Under the aurora, do you promise me to get married?"

Chen Yuan remembered.

Although the picture became more and more blurred, his miss also changed from day after day to month after month. In the past six months, he never missed her again.

Occasionally, when I think of it, the piercing pain also fades away.

"Chen Yuan, I haven't forgotten what you said to me, everything about you." Qiao Hanrun stared at him, vaguely looking at him in the old days, handsome and elegant, as gentle as jade.

She rarely goes out in the UK, and the manor has a huge terrace overlooking the River Thames and London Bridge at dusk.

Leaning on the mast, Qiao Hanrun met all kinds of men and passed the bridge.

They are like wind blowing for no reason in her world, unable to stir up any ripples.

Including Qi Shang, she doesn't know what he hates or likes.

Only Chen Yuan's emotions are imprinted in her blood.

"You haven't changed at all."

The light outside the window was projected on his pupils, as if his eyes were filled with light, "Aren't you old?"

Qiao Hanrun smiled, "Old at 36?"

He stroked the dark blue stubble on his chin, "It's been half my life, isn't it old?"

"If you live to be a hundred years old, you haven't lived half your life."

Chen Yuan walked to the roof at the end of the corridor, "The intrigue is involuntary, and tomorrow will be a blessing or a curse. I don't know. Living for 100 years is too lonely and exhausting."

Qiao Hanrun hugged him from behind, sticking to his spine, "Chen Yuan, let's live to be a hundred together, do you want to?"

After a long silence, he laughed hoarsely, "You haven't changed, you like to ask unpredictable answers."

Qiao Hanrun's heart sank an inch, she slowly raised her head, "You didn't answer me."

The two bodies entangled by the floor-to-ceiling windows, she always hugs him in this posture, she is fascinated by his width and his powerful heartbeat.

She felt that was the moment when she possessed him completely.

Close to his heart, affectionate and unique.

Chen Yuan felt a suffocating suffocation, which flowed in his body and quickly devoured him.

Qiao Hanrun's temperature and tenderness are so familiar, the same as before, yet different.

He hesitated for a long time, and held her hand around his waist, "How can you not live to be a hundred years old?"

"Then 90 years old, 80 years old, or even 60 years old." She desperately longed for Chen Yuan's response, "No matter how long it is or how short it is, will you be with me?"