After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Inside the living room.

He Yan was greeted by Uncle Yu and walked in.

Seeing the figure in a wheelchair by the window, her footsteps paused slightly, her beautiful peach eyes were full of complexity.

"Hyan,"

Sinan was the first to turn the wheelchair.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

It was still the familiar handsome face, but it was much thinner and paler than five years ago.

There was a warm smile in the black eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses.

With his slender fingertips, he was playing with a string of round Buddhist beads.

The whole person looks as if he is far away from the hustle and bustle, elegant and peaceful.

He Yan thought about seeing Sinan again.

It may be gloomy, cold or decadent.

But I never thought it would be like this.

While he was surprised, he was also inexplicably relieved.

It seems that the situation is better than I thought.

"how,"

Si Nan looked at He Yan, the smile on his face deepened.

"Don't know me?"

"Sinan,"

He Yan took a step forward and sat on the sofa opposite Sinan, his narrow peach eyes were full of seriousness.

"You shouldn't have come back."

Return things to the way they were before everyone knew it.

This is also the fundamental purpose of his coming here to see Sinan.

Shouldn't you be back?

Shouldn't you come back again? !

Si Nan narrowed his eyes and looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand, with an unusually gentle profile.

"Heyan, do you think so too?"

Only he himself knew that the expression in his eyes was far less calm than he appeared on the surface.

"Five years ago, you were so wrong,"

He Yan leaned on the sofa with a rare cold expression.

"If this happened to other people, I'm afraid they would have died hundreds of times."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Si Nan.

"Ting Chen is willing to let your life go, which is considered as the most benevolent."

"That's why I should come back."

He Yan slid the wheelchair forward and made tea for He Yan with a calm expression.

"A year ago, I had an illness and the wound on my leg started to deteriorate so badly that I almost died," he said.

In the rising tea mist, he spoke indifferently, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

"Later, although I was rescued, the doctor also clearly told me that my time limit would not exceed three years."

Not more than three years?

He Yan's expression didn't change, but his eyes sank.

"After walking around the gate of hell, I have already figured out many things."

Si Nan handed the brewed light-colored Pu'er tea to He Yan.

"What happened five years ago was indeed my obsession, and I was wrong."

His voice lowered, and his eyes hidden under the gold-rimmed glasses were like deep swirls.

"When I come back this time, I just want to apologize to Tingchen and Mr. Fu in the short time left."

"You know Ting Chen better than I do,"

He Yan raised his eyebrows, and looked at He Yan with a blank expression.

"He won't forgive you."

"I know,"

He Yan hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing a gentle smile.

"If you don't forgive me, let him kill me. Since I'm back, I'm ready to accept all the results."

"In this case,"

He Yan lowered his eyes and played with the cup in his hand, his expression unclear.

"Why don't you go to Ting Chen directly, but come to contact me?"

He slowly raised his eyes, looking at Sinan with a dark expression.

"Do you think I'm soft-hearted and easy to talk, and want me to stand here with you?"

"Heyan, you really have matured a lot,"

The smile on Si Nan's face paused for a moment, then returned to normal.

"You're only half right, though."

He Yan didn't speak, waiting for his next words.

On the other side, the Fu Group.

"Boss Fu,"

Yang Yi said in a low voice, truthfully reporting the news he just received.

Fu Tingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, sending out a dangerous signal.