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Hengheng stood there blankly. The moment the man turned around, he recognized the uncle in his dream at a glance.

The man sat down on the chair, put his arms on the armrests, glanced at the group of people in front of him, and tapped his fingers aimlessly on the armrests.

Outside the tall building, the cold winter sunlight fell from the sky, passed through the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, and fell onto the shoulders of his flat black suit without a trace of wrinkles, illuminating half of his cold and handsome profile.

All the standing men lowered their heads, and cold sweat flowed down their temples.

The air in the office seemed to be stagnant, and invisible pressure fell on everyone.

Hengheng's little hand protecting his head gradually fell. He looked around, and they really couldn't see him.

He looked at his little hand, held his left hand with his right hand, let go, and pinched himself with his left hand.

it hurts!

If it was a dream, how could it feel pain?

Hengheng burst into tears in pain, his eyes fell on his hand, and a clear red seal appeared on the tiger's mouth.

He raised his little hand, wiped away his tears, stood on tiptoes and looked forward.

These people seemed to be afraid of their uncle.

Hengheng pursed his lips and walked a few steps forward in a daze, arriving at the floor-to-ceiling window. He had a good memory and remembered all the places he had been.

He once read fairy tale books on the sofa under the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This is dad's office.

But why is my uncle sitting in that seat, and where is my father?

Hengheng sat cautiously on the sofa and didn't notice what her uncle said to those people. Soon those people opened the door and went out. Everyone's footsteps were fast, as if they were escaping from the plague.

The pressure in the air disappeared instantly.

Hengheng walked to the side of the man's desk and saw the man turn on the computer, pick up the pile of files on the desktop and start working.

This started and lasted for three hours.

Hengheng stared at the clock on the wall. During these three hours, the man had not said a word, had a sip of water, or eaten anything.

Like a robot that doesn't know how to be tired.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the pile of documents was finally cleared away. The man expressionlessly picked up the phone and called his subordinates, "Inform all departments to hold a meeting."

Not long after, a thin, monkey-like young man in a suit and tie opened the door and slipped in.

"Mr. Huo, this document needs your signature."

The thin monkey walked over quickly and respectfully handed over the document in his hand.

It seemed that he lowered his eyes in a respectful manner, but in fact his eyes were shining with light, and his eyes were erratic, as if he was brewing a conspiracy that the superior didn't know about.

Hengheng was standing next to Shouhou. He tilted his little head and looked at this scene with some curiosity.

This uncle's expression is really rich.

The man at the desk picked up the file and flipped through it casually, showing no interest.

"Ye Fei, what's the new progress?"

The thin monkey's eyes quickly rolled twice and he suggested: "Mr. Huo, Ye Fei is surrounded by a wall of iron and steel. It's difficult to find any loopholes. I suggest you just find someone to kill him."

The man glanced sideways at him, sneered deeply, closed the document in his hand and put it aside: "That's a good idea."

The thin monkey's eyes lit up and he was about to speak, but was slapped loudly by the man's next sentence——

"Then I'll send you there."

"Ah? Me?" Thin Monkey was stunned, with a trace of annoyance at being toyed flashing in his eyes.

Soon he pretended to be nothing, scratched his face, and said with a naive smile: "Mr. Huo is teasing me again, how can I have that ability?"

Ye Fei?

Hearing this familiar name, Heng Heng opened his eyes slightly, and his dark eyes looked upward unblinkingly.

Is he brother Ye Fei?

But his younger brother was with him every day, and Hengheng never knew that Ye Fei knew such an uncle.

Maybe, it's just the same name.

Hengheng walked up to the man with short legs, sat on the carpet at his feet, and raised her eyes to look at him.

As he looked at it, Hengheng frowned and felt that the facial features of the man in front of him and his father were very similar.

Well, not only does he look a bit like dad, but he also looks a bit like mom...

Hengheng shook his little head, held his cheeks with both hands, and fell into thinking.

Could it be that this uncle is a relative of my parents?

Only this reason can explain why he can sit in his father's office and sit in his father's exclusive position.

Hengheng finally knew who this uncle was.

However, Hengheng didn't understand at all the conversation between the two.

I feel like my little head is confused.

Still a little sleepy.

Hengheng rubbed his eyes and fell asleep lying on the carpet without realizing it, with a sweet smile on his lips.

When you open your eyes, you can see your father, mother and brother.

**

Hengheng woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw that the sky outside the window was blue, with several black geese flying past in a row. When he tried to catch and follow them with his eyes, the geese were nowhere to be seen.

When Xuanyun opened the door and came in, she saw her little grandson sitting up from the hospital bed on his own, looking out the window with bright pupils.

"grandmother……"

Huo Yanheng heard the noise, turned his head and saw his grandma with red and swollen eyes.

And, with a hoarse voice, he called out to her.

Leng Qingqing knew that Yi Hengheng was not ill, so he agreed to Xuanyun and sent Hengheng abroad for medical treatment.

Unexpectedly, Hengheng really woke up.

Hengheng was sitting on the hospital bed, her cheeks that were originally full of baby fat were much thinner, and her dark eyes were getting bigger and bigger. Xuanyun couldn't bear to see this scene, and she couldn't help but run out and cry.

But he was still discovered by Hengheng.

Hengheng asked Leng Qingqing: "Mom, why is grandma crying? Is it because Hengheng is sick?"

"Is Hengheng feeling unwell? Is there any pain?" Leng Qingqing wittily diverted Hengheng's attention with rhetorical questions.

A thoughtful look appeared on Hengheng's face, and after a few seconds, he shook his head firmly.

"Mom, Hengheng is not feeling uncomfortable. Hengheng is just dreaming."

"Dream?" Leng Qingqing fed Hengheng some water with a spoon: "What dream?"

Hengheng thought for a while, frowned and thought about it carefully. He made gestures in the air with his two small hands, but in the end he still didn't say anything.

After waking up from the dream, Hengheng felt that he had forgotten something.

Leng Qingqing didn't take it to heart.

However, he was relieved to learn that Hengheng was not feeling unwell.

After feeding Hengheng a meal, Hengheng asked where his brother was, and touched his little face indifferently, "My brother is still resting due to jet lag. Hengheng can see him in the evening."

At night, Hengheng fell into coma again before he could see his brother.

The ward was a mess, except for Hengheng, who was quietly on the bed with his eyes closed and a slight smile on his lips, as if he was trapped in an immersive dream.

The scene in this dream was a conference room.