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Kuang was in the meeting room on the east wing of the fifth floor of Jinjiaofeng. The room was provided by the hospital. The four children of the Duan family were there, as well as their own lawyers. They formed a temporary team of lawyers to bargain over the details of the will.

I don’t participate in professional issues. I sit on the sofa under the window and look at my phone. I open Weibo for recommendations. Several of the hottest items are Bao Chan in foggy blue Hanfu. She is so romantic and beautiful, but she is completely wiped out by the vulgar gifts. Kuang Zheng didn't mind a mere few million screens, but what he cared about was the song "Coincidence".

"There are so many people in the world, but you met me," Bao Chan sang in the night at Shimao Pedestrian Street last summer, and it was sung to him. Kuang Zheng frowned and stared at the ID: Waiting for you by the side of the road.

What are you waiting for?which way?

"Boss," Timeu Zhao came over with his mobile phone and sat on the armrest of his sofa, "Little W sent a Weibo."

"Huh?" Kuangzheng was in a bad mood, and leaned in another direction.

A Weibo with over [-] retweets has only two short sentences: It’s on the air, it’s hard to be a newcomer, it’s not me, it’s Boss Bao.

Kuang Zheng frowned even tighter.

"She usually only has a few thousand revolutions," Duan Zhao said in a low voice, "This one has so many revolutions because of the cue of Baochen."

Kuang Zheng clicked on the comments, and the first hot comment was Baozhan's fans: [-]-line hype girl, please respect yourself, don't take it with others.

It was a very ordinary speech, and Kuang Zheng clicked on the reply under this comment. Sure enough, the popularity is here: neither black nor fan, at the scene, b was originally at eleven o'clock, but was squeezed to five o'clock, a certain king is still playing Big card, order him to fetch water.

b is Baochen, "a certain king" is undoubtedly Wen Jiu, and Kuang Zheng rushed forward. Suddenly, the door of the meeting room was pushed open from the outside, and the old housekeeper who was supposed to be with him in the ward came in panting, and looked at him. The people in the room only called out one name: "Xiaoduo!"

The meeting room was silent for a moment, Ying Xiaonong was the first to rush out, and then, everyone reacted, swarming to keep up, squeezing an elevator down to the third floor.

The soundproofing of the ward is very good. Only when I opened the door of the lounge did I hear the crying inside. It was the third and fourth rooms. Kuang Zheng’s scalp was numb. Mr. Duan finally agreed to make a will. Dawn, but the god of death waved his sickle at this time?

As soon as I entered the ward, I heard the continuous and sharp "beep" sound of the monitor, and there was a horizontal line on the electronic screen. The attending doctor was a Dutchman in his 60s, who lowered his light blue eyes and shook his head. .

The third room and the fourth room cried more fiercely, Ying Xiaonong walked up, very slowly, as if he couldn't believe it, and stared at the person on the hospital bed from a distance.Duan Youxi walked very peacefully, without frowning or distorted expression, as if he was tired, but also as if his wish had been fulfilled, and finally passed away.

"Old guy..." Ying Xiaonong's voice was very soft, raising one eyebrow and pressing the other, trying to control strong emotions, "Hey, old guy!"

He is the eldest of the Duan family, and the only son Duan Youxi has identified for more than 20 years. He stands in front of the bed, and no one dares to rush up to stand beside him.

"Dad..." A tear fell from the corner of his eye unexpectedly, and Ying Xiaonong suddenly shouted, "Dad!"

At this moment, he understood Shi Kuoting's words, "There is no chance", no matter whether he loves or hates this stubborn father, he has no chance. Stand alone in this world.

Duan Xiaojun then went up, followed by Duan Zhao and Duan Ruting, they were more or less at a loss, such a tough father, a patriarch who was like a mountain and a wall, just passed away like this.

The next 10 minutes were the most harmonious 10 minutes for this big family. Everyone grieved and cried together, until the peace was broken, someone talked about property, and then the scene became chaotic. Tightly grab Duan Ruting's collar.

"You have to get married sooner or later!" she yelled, "Don't even try to take away a penny from the Duan family!"

"Let go," Duan Ruting stared at her, "little wife, let go!"

"Who are you calling my little wife!" Duan Xiaojun pointed at her nose.

In front of Duan Youxi's bed, they criticized each other, and Kuang Zheng dragged Duan Xiaojun's shoulders back.

"You trash, parasites!" Duan Ruting broke away from the fourth room and straightened his neckline, "I don't know what they are doing, lying on the river and mountains I guard and dreaming!"

Kuang Zheng yelled at her: "Stop saying a few words!"

"The one whose surname is Kuang," Duan Ruting turned his gun, "My father is gone, and you look even more obtrusive!"

"It's preventing you from robbing property!" Sifang yelled from behind.

Duan Ruting sneered: "I'll give you all the money, I only want the group!"

"You have a good idea!" Sifang grabbed Duan Xiaojun's hand, "The group is the hen that lays eggs, you treat us as stupid and eat the leftovers you left us!"

Kuang Zheng endured her devilish voice piercing her ears: "The draft of the will has been drawn up, everyone's lawyers agree, as long as an agreement is made according to it..."

"What agreement," Sanfang said suddenly, "I don't agree to sign the agreement. The old man and I are legal spouses, and I own half of the Duan family's property."

Duan Zhao was stunned: "Mom!"

"Fuck your mother!" Sifang took off the earring and threw it on her face, "You're a fool, we're going to die, no one can think about it!"

Sanfang was slapped in the face by the pearl earring and stood up: "Then go to court and see how the court judges!"

"Enough!" Ying Xiaonong roared, and with just one sound, the room fell silent. It wasn't his bright voice, but Duan Youxi's preference for so many years, which established his unique position in the Duan family.

He turned around, and the calm look was not the magnificent lady, but the prince with golden mouth and fine teeth: "If you want to quarrel, get out and quarrel, don't perform in front of my father's bed," he asked the old butler across the crowd, "Did my dad leave a message before he left?"

"Yes," said the old housekeeper, "the old man wants to go back to Xishan, to the Buddhist room, to the golden bed."

The Buddhist room is Xu Aiyin's room, and the golden bed is the bed she slept in before she died. Ying Xiaonong couldn't explain how she felt at this moment, but only uttered two words: "Go home."

"Home", he could finally calmly call that garden home, where his mother was buried, his father would also be buried there, and his resentment and rebellion for so many years.

The Duan family sent Duan Youxi's body back to Aiyin Garden. Kuang Zheng didn't go with the main force. Even though the old man's bed was in such a mess just now, he still didn't give up. He stayed and went through the main points of the will carefully with the lawyer, trying to Maintain the unity of the Duan family as much as possible and protect the interests of Ying Xiaonong.

When driving back to Xishan, it was already 04:30 in the morning, and the sky lighted up early in the back, illuminating the winding mountain road in front of the car.Kuang Zheng drove forward, but his heart was far behind, thinking about Bao Chan, wondering if he had been wronged by Wen Jiuye, wondering if he was also thinking about himself so passionately.

After turning an S bend, there seemed to be a flash in front of my eyes, and then there was a bang, the windshield was cracked in a large area, and the car spun out of control, and slammed into the isolation belt on the outside of the mountain road.

Everything happened in a few seconds, but to Kuangzheng, it was a frighteningly long time. He watched the mountain wall come and go, and the clouds and gray rocks alternated. A ravine overgrown with trees.

"Huh...huh..." He heard his rapid panting, and his arms holding the steering wheel were tense. He forced himself to calm down, and his eyes slowly focused on the windshield. Holes, regular edges, should be fast, like...

He broke out in a cold sweat, it was bullets.

Kuang Zheng couldn't believe it, he turned his head subconsciously, and in the next second, he saw a small hole in the leather backrest of the co-pilot, he tried to pick it out, and pulled out a piece of hot metal.

He quickly clenched his palm, it was Duan Ruting.

"An eyesore," she said more than once.Kuang Zheng couldn't control the fear that rose from the bottom of his heart. His life was threatened, and no one could not be afraid. For a group company with a market value of tens of billions, it was nothing if she killed one or two people for it.

Kuang Zheng wiped off his sweat, and the bullet hit the co-pilot, which was a warning from her.

Picking up the phone, the first number he dialed was not the police, not his parents, but Baochan, and the ringtone repeated over and over until a murmuring voice sounded: "Well, bro..."

Kuang Zheng's heart instantly stabilized, the chill receded, and there was a tinge of warmth.

"Brother?" Baochan didn't hear his voice, and sat up rubbing his eyes.

Kuangzheng took a long time to speak: "Bao'er."

"Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay," Kuang Zheng pinched the bullet in his hand, "I miss you."

"No," Baochan knew him too well, "Your voice is wrong."

Kuang Zheng let out a breath and let himself relax: "I had a nightmare."

"Oh," Baochan believed it now, and lay down again holding the phone, "When will you come back?" He whispered with the quilt between his legs, "I don't want to sleep alone."

According to Kuang Zheng's character in the past, at least he would rush to Xishan to question Duan Ruting Xingshi, but now that he has a treasure and a family, he can't risk his life: "I'll be back today," he said softly, "I will sleep with you."

"Really?" Baochan was overjoyed, "I have a meeting at Grand Hyatt this afternoon, and all the program crew will be there, so you can't sneak away. If you get home early, there will be bones and bones in the refrigerator!"

"Okay," Kuang Zheng pouted into the microphone, "See you tonight."

Baochan came back, and Kuangzheng waited for him to hang up before ending the call. After thinking about it, he called Ying Xiaonong.

Ying Xiaonong didn't sleep at all, and connected in a second: "Brother Kuang."

"Xiao Nong," Kuang Zheng said with some difficulty, "What happens next..."

"The next thing," Ying Xiaonong said first, "I won't bother you."

Kuang Zheng was taken aback.

"The old man is gone. I am too strong at this time, and I am afraid that I will irritate the second child and the young men." Ying Xiaonong stayed up all night, weighing the pros and cons. "The Duan family will suffer."

When everyone is fighting for property, he can still put the interests of the family and the group first. Kuang Zheng is very impressed: "If you don't fight, the third and fourth families will."

"Three and four houses are not the opponents of the second child," Ying Xiaonong thought very clearly, "Besides, there are veterans who can't unify the country. In the end, it's nothing more than ruling the river and making compromises between the houses."

Compromise means that Aine Group will be split up, which is like dismemberment, "the market value will drop."

"Well," Ying Xiaonong knew, "at least it won't collapse like a cliff, as long as the skeleton is still there, the flesh can grow."

This is the relationship between "Qingshan" and "firewood". Kuang Zheng agreed: "If you need anything, please come to me anytime."

Ying Xiaonong answered briefly: "Okay."

At five o'clock in the morning on the mountain road, Kuang Zheng was sitting alone in his panamera with cracked glass. He lit a cigarette, put the bullets in the inner pocket of his suit, and got out of the car to get a folding shovel in the trunk.With sparks burning near his mouth, he walked to the front of the car with a shovel, aimed at the cracked front windshield, and stabbed hard.

No one knows anymore that one morning in April, a bullet went through the window of his car, and he erased the trace, swallowing the fear and anger.