God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Qin Mei and Qin Mei were in a trance when they walked out of He's Manor.

Qin Mei was still crying, her eyes were red. If the quality of the cosmetics hadn't been good enough, she would have turned into a cat face from crying.

"Stop crying," Lu Ying took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to Qin Mei, lowering his eyelids and saying:

"He doesn't seem to care much anymore."

"How could you not care?" Qin Mei took out a tissue and wiped her tears, and said in a hoarse voice:

"We were so miserable when we were young, don't we still feel that the past was too painful when we are almost forty?"

Lu Ying stopped talking.

Yes.

Even He Ziyun used the calmest words to describe his living environment in the He family for twenty years.

Even if his tone was indifferent and there was no longer any pain or fear, Lu Ying could still think of how scared that five-year-old child would be when faced with a strange environment.

They owed this to He Ziyun, but really speaking, who was wrong in what she and Qin Mei did?

It was He Yan who asked them to send He Ziyun back to the He family. They only said to take good care of the child, then turned around and entered the "miracle", and then never came out again.

Lu Ying's thick eyelashes trembled, and she clenched her hands unnaturally, her leather gloves making a slight "squeaking" sound.

There is no right or wrong, just like He Ziyun said.

I don't blame you or anyone else.

If I hadn't had this experience, I might have been a sheep raised in a sheepfold, with some food and some water. I didn't realize that I was being kept and exploited, but I still felt happy.

Rather than being a cute lamb that is well cared for and then slaughtered when it grows up, He Ziyun should want to be a "butcher" who can resist and strive for a high position.

After wiping her tears, Qin Mei took out a tissue and started to blow her nose. She threw the waste paper into the hands of Lu Ying, who was thinking about something next to her.

Lu Ying subconsciously clenched his fist, and when his consciousness returned, he found a ball of waste paper in his hand.

"..." Lu Ying licked the roof of his mouth and said angrily: "Isn't it disgusting?"

Qin Mei was noncommittal: "Why are you wearing gloves? You're not bare-handed?"

Lu Ying: "...That won't work either."

"..."

While the two were arguing, they walked to the side of the road. Jian Shan, who was tall and his muscles were wrapped in a suit, walked over.

"Miss," Jian Shan called Qin Mei first, and was about to say something when he noticed that the shawl originally draped on her shoulders had disappeared.

Jian Shan: "..."

Seeing this, he took off his suit jacket without any hesitation, and quickly put the jacket stained with his body temperature on Qin Mei's shoulders.

"It's cold outside," Jian Shan subconsciously wanted to preach, but stopped when he saw Qin Mei's red eyes. He frowned slightly and changed the topic:

"It's too cold. It's better to get in the car quickly."

When the jacket with residual warmth was put on her shoulders, Qin Mei was stunned for a moment, then she forced a smile and nodded slightly.

"Let's go."

As she spoke, she pulled her coat tight around her body and stepped on her high heels to bend down and get into the car.

Lu Ying followed closely behind.

After they were all seated, Jian Shan walked to the driver's seat, opened the door and bent down to sit in.

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"Sir, they are leaving."

Qi Yue stood by the study door and lowered his head.

"Well," He Ziyun stood by the window. He looked at the withering rose bushes below with a calm expression.

"Is Bai Feng back?"

the young man suddenly asked.

Qi Yue was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "It's still on the way, it should be there soon."

He Ziyun stopped talking and looked out the window quietly. After a while, just when Qi Yue was about to say whether he should leave first, the young man spoke again:

"When Bai Feng comes back, no matter how late it is, let him come to the study to find me."

Qi Yue raised his head in confusion: "But it's already dark now. Sir, don't you have to go to the company to deal with other things tomorrow? Is it too late?"

He Ziyun said softly: "No."

He said: "If it is too late, then the meeting tomorrow morning will be canceled and the time will be changed in the afternoon."

Qi Yue: "..."

He was stunned for a few seconds, and this time he was really stunned, "Is this really possible?"

There are so many other shareholders in the company. Is it too hasty to change the time at will?

He Ziyun sneered: "Guess why I want to take the initiative in my own hands."

Of course, it is so that I can do anything anytime, anywhere.

No one doesn't love the taste of power, and he is no exception.

Of course, if one day he feels tired or tired, he can transfer power to others anytime and anywhere.

But before that, if he wanted it, he had to hold on tight.

Qi Yue was speechless.

——Yes, who doesn’t love rights? But if there is no ambition and no strength, it will be a dream.

"Yes, sir."

He Ziyun hummed, "Get out."

Qi Yue carefully closed the door. When the door was locked, he slowly exhaled a breath and closed his eyes.

I hope Bai Feng will not be involved more deeply...

Qi Yue was walking in the corridor, and when he was about to make a cup of hot coffee to refresh himself, there was a sudden sound of running in a hurry at the end of the corridor.

He subconsciously looked up, and happened to look at his daughter who was running over.

Nannan was wearing plush pajamas, and her hair, which was always tied in two small braids, hung loosely behind her head, and fell behind her shoulders as she ran.

"Uncle Qi Yue!"

Nannan forgot to lower her volume because she was so happy, and for a moment the entire corridor was enveloped by her voice.

Qi Yue: "..."

His forehead jumped twice, and he walked to Nannan and picked her up, sighing.

After shouting that sentence, Nannan realized that her voice was too loud, and she covered her mouth tightly and did not dare to speak anymore.

"You can't yell in the manor at night."

As Qi Yue spoke, he gently scraped his daughter's nose with his finger bones, pretending to be fierce:

"Be careful sir to kick you out."

Nannan rolled her eyes, gently pinched the tender meat on Qi Yue's neck with her fleshy little hands, and snorted:

"Sir, you won't do that. He really likes my daughter."

Qi Yue shrank in pain and hummed like Nannan:

"Really? Then do you think Sir believes my words or yours?"

Nannan: "..."

After all, she was still young and couldn't react at all for a while. She could only blink and scratch her head, trying to find something to refute Qi Yue in her mind.

Qi Yue laughed out loud at being amused, and walked towards the coffee shop not far away with his daughter in his arms. He quickly took out a package of instant coffee from the drawer with one hand and put it directly into the cup.

Although He Ziyun didn't care what the butler he invited drank, instant coffee was convenient and fast, and Qi Yue was not used to drinking freshly ground coffee beans, so he always drank this.

"Uncle Qi Yue."

When Qi Yue raised his head to drink coffee, Nannan reached out and pulled his clothes, and said with some hesitation:

"When will my father come back?"