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Ying Xiaonong came out of the bathroom on the second floor shaking her hands, turned her head, and saw a person standing at the door of Baochan, it was Han Wenshan.The door was open, and the lights that were on went out with a snap. Bao Chan came out with his bag and locked the door, and walked side by side with Han Wenshan towards the stairs.

Ying Xiaonong frowned: "Bao Chu?"

Baochan stopped a few meters ahead.

Ying Xiaonong glanced at Han Wenshan: "Are you leaving?"

Baochan didn't dare to look at him, so he didn't speak.

"How did you decide what happened yesterday?" Ying Xiaonong started talking nonsense, then turned and pushed open the door of her room, "Come here."

Baochan seemed embarrassed, and Han Wenshan immediately said, "I'll go down first, and I'll wait for you in the car."

Ying Xiaonong stared at him until the tall figure turned around the corner of the stairs and was out of sight, then turned to stare at Bao Chan: "What are you doing!"

Baochan didn't hide it from him: "I'll go there."

"You're so courageous," Ying Xiaonong dragged him into his room, "Why did you promise me yesterday?"

"Just this time," Baochan explained, "he has a sick person at home and wants to listen to an opera..."

"Fart!" Ying Xiaonong sneered after using [-] lifetimes of bad excuses, "Listen to me about the drama, did you say it?"

Baochan was very firm: "This time it's not about the show."

Ying Xiaonong saw that he was determined, and slammed the door: "Even if I tie you up with a rope today, I can't watch you jump into the fire pit!"

"Why is it a pit of fire?" Baochan was also a little excited, "He's just a movie fan!"

Ying Xiaonong pointed out the window, the show is going to end early today, but the sky is already dark: "It's late at night, you go home with him, if you are a woman, what do you think is going on?"

Bao Chan pursed his lips, "But I'm not a woman."

When things got to this point, Ying Xiaonong didn't hide anymore: "But someone wants to treat you like a girl!"

This is a great insult, Bao Chan's face turned pale instantly, yesterday Kuangzheng said "women are not only consumed in this world", he understood, those dirty things beyond his imagination, "That's very rare," He lowered his eyes but raised his chin, "Most of them are normal people, and there are still many good people in this world."

"I don't care if that guy is good or bad, and I don't have time to care!" Ying Xiaonong poked his chest with his finger, "I'll just ask you why you went, what are you trying to do with him!"

Ying Xiaonong knew him too well, Bao Chan shook his eyelashes, and after a while, said softly: "Lao Kuang needs clients."

"What?" Ying Xiaonong suspected that he had heard wrong.

"There was a business of [-] million yuan, but they didn't negotiate it."

Ying Xiaonong was stunned: "For the surname Kuang...you have come to this point!"

Baochan is really stubborn, stubborn and stubborn: "You don't know how much he has done for me."

The phrase "you don't know" hurt Ying Xiaonong a bit, but he resisted it, and turned his hands into Baochan's pockets: "Come on, you call Kuangzheng right now, and ask him if he will let you go!"

Bao Chan grabbed his hand and said calmly: "He will definitely not let it go."

Ying Xiaonong looked up at him.

"Xiao Nong," Baozhan said with an air of arrogance, "I have a sense of propriety, public relations, I can do what others can do, there is nothing wrong with it."

But Ying Xiaonong was reluctant: "In case something happens to you..."

"Han is always a good guy," Baochan can be sure, "I can tell by looking at his eyes."

Good people and bad people can't be seen from the eyes, Ying Xiaonong wants to call him stupid, call him for losing his reason in order to rectify, and call him that his heart is tied to others but he doesn't know it.

"If he really does something," Baochan grabbed his hand suddenly, "I haven't practiced my fists and feet for so many years in vain."

Ying Xiaonong frowned, let go of him, all possible treasures have been thought out, today is the dragon's lake and tiger's den, he has to go alone.

Ying Xiaonong said firmly: "I'll go with you."

When he was screaming, someone was willing to advance and retreat with him, and Baochan nodded gratefully.

The two brothers were clutching hands and wanted to go downstairs, Ying Xiaonong suddenly turned back to the table, Baochan thought he was looking for something important, but the kid turned out a paper knife.

"Xiao Nong, no need..."

"Self-defense," Ying Xiaonong put the knife into his trouser pocket, a little nervous, he is usually fierce, but at critical moments, he is not as calm as Bao Chan, "Let's go."

The two went downstairs together, it was still early, Kuangzheng didn't come, only a black Bentley was parked at the entrance of the theater building, seeing that the two of them wanted to go together, Han Wenshan hesitated, but didn't say anything, just told the assistant to get off work, and sat in by himself. Co-pilot, put their brother in the back seat.

Han Wenshan's home is not far from here, in the wealthy area ahead. On the way, Baozhan called Kuangzheng and told him not to come to pick him up, and he would have a car to take him back later.

Kuang Zheng couldn't rest assured, a series of questions were waiting behind him: "What's the matter? What time will you be back? Whose car?"

Baochan knew he was worried, especially after yesterday's incident: "It's okay, Xiao Nong is with me."

With that said, he handed the phone to Ying Xiaonong.

"Hey," Ying Xiaonong was so angry with Kuangzheng that he didn't want to say a word, "

and me. "

Seeing him there, Kuangzheng felt relieved: "I'll leave it to you."

"Come on." Ying Xiaonong hung up the phone and threw the phone back to Baochan.

After passing through three landing bars, the first two are automatic, and the last one is controlled by people. You enter a park called Junziju. This is a single-family villa in the city center, each with its own green landscape area. Covering an area of ​​more than one mu, the majestic style is staggering.

After getting out of the car, Ying Xiaonong followed Baochan closely, with his hands in his pockets, touching the paper cutter.From the gate to the third floor, through a patio, a small corridor, a living room, to the living room, in front of the last door, Han Wenshan stopped Ying Xiaonong: "Boss Bao, please come in with me."

He was very measured in his speech, he only said please Baochan, and didn't say no please Ying Xiaonong.

Ying Xiaonong and Baochan looked at each other: "Boss Han," he smiled, "It's all here, why are you rejecting me alone?"

His tone was sharp, but Han Wenshan didn't mind: "There are patients in the room, so it's inconvenient to have too many people."

Are there any patients?Ying Xiaonong was dubious, staring at the door, it was just a door, it seemed that there was no danger, Baochan nodded slightly at him, and followed Han Wenshan in.

The huge bedroom has a complicated structure, and you can’t see the other end at a glance. The strange sense of emptiness made Baochan feel uneasy. At this time, he saw a wheelchair by the small table by the wall. It was tall and big, and then saw a large bed with metal equipment, and a skinny woman lay on the bed.

Baochan was startled and stopped.

Han Wenshan walked over, straddled the bed, lifted the woman by her armpits, stuffed a pillow behind her, and asked with concern, "Did the massage nurse do it for you tonight?"

The woman seemed to be having trouble articulating, so she moved the corners of her mouth.

Han Wenshan sat down by the bed, such a sick woman, but he took her hand and introduced Baochan: "This is what I told you, the head of Ruyizhou, Boss Bao."

The woman's face lacked expression, but her eyes were gentle and smiling. Baochan hurried up and nodded, "Hello."

"This is my wife," Han Wenshan rubbed her hand carefully, "has amyotrophic lateral sclerosis."

Baochan had never heard of this disease before, so she was at a loss.

"It's also called ALS," Han Wenshan said, "It's been ten years."

Baochan knows that ALS is an incurable disease. The sick person's body seems to be frozen, and they will gradually lose their ability to move, but even if they can't blink their eyes, their consciousness is still clear. Realize that the world is moving away from you, and eventually become a living dead.

Bao Chan opened his mouth, he didn't expect that a rich man like Han Wenshan would encounter such great misfortune, it turned out that the disease is really fair to everyone.

"She's maintained well," Han Wenshan said with a smile, smoothing his wife's short, thin hair. "If the economic conditions are not good, it will only be three or four years."

So I still want to thank Qian. It is Han Wenshan's money that keeps her going until today. She has been ill for ten years, and she was in her early thirties when she got sick. She was about the same age as Kuang Zheng. , Han Wenshan is such an outstanding man, but he never thought of abandoning her, Baochan couldn't help but turn red.

"Boss Bao, please sing for my wife," Han Wenshan said politely, "She also likes opera."

Baochan restrained himself and forced a smile: "Which one would Madam want to hear?"

"Wujiapo," Han Wenshan shook his wife's hand, "Su Long and Wei Hu are courteous witnesses, I'll take Wang Baochuan for you."

"Wujiapo" is a twist of the big drama "Red Maned Horse". It tells the story of the prime minister's Queen Bao Chuan marrying a beggar Xue Pinggui. For him, she guarded the cold kiln for 18 years. A conversation.

"Wujiapo's words," Baochan looked at Mrs. Han, "isn't it appropriate?"

"It's okay," Mr. Han lazily leaned on the head of the bed, shoulder to shoulder with his wife, "She likes this play the most, and we met through this play."

There is an unswerving love between them, which will not change because of money, illness and death.

Baochan's fingertips trembled slightly, and without Han Wenshan playing for him, he turned and walked to the door, opened the door a crack, and Ying Xiaonong came over immediately, "Don't come in," Baochan said, if he was Mrs. Han, I definitely don't want strangers to see my weird appearance, "Wujiapo."

"Why..." Ying Xiaonong was surprised, "Are you really singing?"

Baochan didn't answer, he felt that compared with Han Wenshan's feelings for his wife, their hearts were too dirty, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and he sang as he walked to the bed: "Then Su Long Wei Hu is the matchmaker, Wang The prime minister is my officiant!"

Ying Xiaonong listened a bit, and answered outside the door: "I mentioned that other people don't know, then Su Long and Wei Hu are relatives, you and I will enter the Prime Minister's house together, and the three of us will tell each other clearly!"

Quiet room, no accompaniment, clean and naked, two good voices, one wide and one narrow, one yin and one yang, chasing each other through a door that will never open:

"My father is an official in the court, and there are mountains of gold and silver in the house. This example calculates how much it should be, and ordered someone to send it to Xiliangchuan!"

"Forty-eight stations in Xiliangchuan, I don't want money for an important person in the army!"

Han Wenshan and his wife listened hand in hand. Ten years ago, when she was not ill, they must have been like this. The power of illness is so powerful that only art can temporarily soothe the soul.

And this is the value of Baozhu.

"What a chaste Wang Baochuan, it's useless to tease him in every possible way," he admired, moved, and choked up, "Take out silver... an ingot from his waist, and place it here in Pingchuan..."

Ying Xiaonong was stunned when she heard him stuck outside the door.

Baochan sniffed: "This ingot of silver is in twos and threes. Give it to sister-in-law as a dowry, buy silk, make clothes, make jewelry, and put hairpin rings. I will spend a few years with your young husband and wife!"

Ying Xiaonong didn't know what was going on inside the door, and stared at the narrow gap: "I don't want this silver ingot, I will make a house with your mother, buy white cloth, make white shirts, buy white paper, paste white flags... "

"Enough!" Baozhan roared suddenly, white cloth, white shirt, white paper and white flags, in this room with a ventilator on, it was too harsh, he clenched his fists, looked up and saw Mrs. Han's withered face, and suddenly apologized , sorry for not giving her a perfect singing, "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I..."

Han Wenshan got up from the bed, patted his shoulder tolerantly, first said: "It's okay," and then said, "Thank you."

The simplest few words made Baochan almost cry.