The poor little boy was targeted by the reborn paranoid CEO

In the luxurious president's office, sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows and onto the man's angular face.

His fingers tapped the keyboard quickly, making a crisp sound, his eyes focused and without any unnecessary expression.

"Brother Jing, Brother Jing, something big happened." A man rushed in from outside and said as he walked.

Jiang Yanjing frowned slightly, he didn't like to be disturbed while working.

"Mu Xiao, tell me if you have anything to say, and go out if you have nothing to do." He said without raising his head.

"Brother Jing, something big happened this time."

Jiang Yanjing stopped what he was doing, finally glanced at him, and said coldly: "Say."

Mu Xiao came closer and said, "Do you know that there are recent demolitions in the Bay Area?"

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Yanjing's face darkened, and his patience seemed to be at its limit.

Mu Xiao curled her lips when she saw this. It's boring. She always has a cold face. When will she meet her nemesis? Can someone take care of him?

Suddenly, a picture flashed through his mind.

It seemed to be a girl, whom he was sure he had never seen before, but who felt so familiar, as if he had seen her before.

Mu Xiao shook his head.

Could it be that I have been under too much pressure recently and started to have fantasies?

After coming back to her senses, Mu Xiao answered Jiang Yanjing's confusion.

"I'm not in charge of that area. When we were demolishing the house, we came across a big tree. Everyone dug for a long time but couldn't reach the root. Someone suggested cutting down the tree, but we couldn't even touch the tree. What do you mean? Is it a bad thing or not?"

Jiang Yanjing looked at him coldly, questioning the authenticity of his words.

"Why did I lie to you? If you don't believe me, I will take you to see it."

If Brother Tianyu and Jiang Qi weren't here, why would he be here to take the piss?

The pen in Jiang Yanjing's hand drew a mark on the paper. Distraught, he threw down the pen, stood up and put on his coat, "Go and have a look."

"Okay, I'm not lying to you. That tree is very evil. I'm wondering if I should find a Taoist priest to exorcise it."

Along the way, Mu Xiao kept chattering, and the topic almost revolved around the tree.

"By the way, my dad asked you if you have time to come to Mu's house next Monday."

"Ah."

The Mu family has an unwritten rule that they must gather together on August 21 every year, because that day is the death anniversary of the eldest daughter of the Mu family.

The eldest daughter of the Mu family was named Mu Yan, and she died after birth.

The two elders of the Mu family were indulging in pain, and later adopted Mu Xiao, which could be regarded as making up for their inner regrets.

The reason why Jiang Yanjing also went to the Mu family was because the parents of the two families had arranged to have a baby wedding when they were young.

However, Mu Yan was not born safely, so the marriage between the two families could only be put on hold.

Jiang Yanjing has no feelings for this fiancée who has not come into this world, but every time he hears the name Mu Yan, he subconsciously feels heartbroken.

He didn't understand why either.

Therefore, I go to the Mu family every year to worship Mu Yan.

Sometimes I would take a bouquet of flowers to the place where she was buried. When I saw the lonely grave, I couldn't help but shed tears.

It felt like they had met and fallen in love before.

Jiang Yanjing searched for many years but could not find any answer.

When they arrived at the destination mentioned by Mu Xiao, Jiang Yanjing got out of the car and saw the big tree.

The leaves are lush and luxuriant, seeming to glow faintly under the sunlight. There is a kind of magic that makes people can't help but look at it more.

"Master Mu." Everyone greeted Mu Xiao one after another.

"You're welcome, just go about your business. I'm just here to take a look."

A majestic man stepped forward and said, "Master Mu, this is too evil. This tree cannot be sawed at all, and the roots cannot be dug out."

"Don't touch it." Jiang Yanjing said coldly.

"Huh? Who is this?"

"This is my brother, go ahead and do your work. I'll call you if anything happens."

"okay."

After the man left, Mu Xiao asked Jiang Yanjing what he meant by what he just said.

"Give me a tool."

"Hey, what are you going to give me tools for? Are you here to dig?"

Jiang Yanjing glanced at him coldly, and Mu Xiao immediately asked someone to get him a tool.

He stood under the tree with a hoe and looked up, but it seemed that he couldn't see the top.

Close your eyes and feel the caress of the wind.

Then, he took what he had in his hand and dug it out.

"Master Mu, is there something wrong with the boss here?" The man pointed to his head.

"Go away, if he hears what you say, you will die. Do you know who he is?"

"Who?"

"Jiang Yanjing, President of Jiang Group."

"Just think of what I said as fart, don't take it to heart, and don't tell Mr. Jiang." After the man said that, he ran away quickly, as if there was a wolf chasing behind him.

Mu Xiao sneered, yes, the outside world recognized Jiang Yanjing as cold and ruthless.

Suddenly, the people around him took a breath. Jiang Yanjing dug out a box in the place where they dug. It was really evil.

What's even more strange is that it is an iron box, which seems to have been buried for a long time and has rusted on the outside.

Jiang Yanjing, who has always had a mysophobia, was slowly opening the box, which surprised Mu Xiao.

Why did Jiang Yanjing dig out this box casually?

Could it be his rotten peach blossom?

Mu Xiao quickly stepped forward to stop it, but Jiang Yanjing had already opened the box, and all he saw was an envelope and a few stars.

"Who wrote the confession letter?" Mu Xiao said seriously.

Jiang Yanjing ignored it and took out the paper and six folded paper stars.

Putting the star in his pocket, he opened the envelope.

Mu Xiao peeked out, Jiang Yanjing glanced at him, turned around and got into the car, leaving Mu Xiao alone in a daze.

"What? Did he bury it?"

"Master Mu, how should we deal with this?" The person in charge came to ask for instructions.

Mu Xiao glanced at the big tree, a little distracted, "Stay."

Jiang Yanjing got in the car and opened the envelope. There were several paragraphs written inside.

To myself ten years from now: Have you ever married the person you like? Are you in good health?

If you are not me and read this letter, it means that I have dispersed with the wind, please feel sorry for me.

Taking my star with me to the snow-capped mountains, deserts, and every corner of the world is a place I will never be able to reach in my lifetime.

The falling tail is a star pattern.

Tears fell down and soaked the words on the paper. Jiang Yanjing came back to his senses and wiped them with his hands.

I folded the paper, started the car quickly, passed by a flower shop, and bought a bouquet of platycodon flowers.

When we arrived at our destination, we saw a short tombstone at first glance. If it weren't for the words on it, no one would be able to distinguish it.

Jiang Yanjing found the location at a glance because he had been here many times.

When I walked to the tombstone, Mu Yan's name was written on it, but there was no photo.

He placed the platycodon flower in front of the tombstone, knelt down on one knee, and gently wiped the ashes off it.

"I saw a letter today, which was written by a person to himself ten years from now. My intuition told me that that person is you."

"You have been to this world, right? And we have met before. We are not just friends, maybe lovers. My heart aches every time I hear your name."

"Why is the reality different? They all said you left long ago, but my heart tells me that we loved each other."

"I will put on your star, reach the place you dream of, and fulfill your wish."

Jiang Yanjing's tears fell heavily and landed on the tombstone.

"I seem to have lost my memory about you, can we still meet?"

No one answered.

Maybe they will meet in the next season, or in the afterlife.

But who can predict the future?

Suddenly, it snowed heavily in the sky, and the words came to my ears again: On that day when the snow falls heavily, forget me.

That day, the sky was filled with heavy snow, which lasted for five hours.

Flowers will bloom, dreams will wake up, no matter how persistent you are, you can’t wait for love.

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