[ABO] is falling into the arms

There was a letter from my father on the table.Cheng Qinhong opened his eyes.

Son, Dad's 20 years of prison life have caused you to bear a lot of cold eyes and rumors. In fact, if you know the whole story, you will understand.

The impulsive mistake you made back then caused Gu Qinglan to suffer a lot. Yan Lin shouldn't have let you go. You thought he was an adult, but in fact it was because I blocked it for you.

In the stock market crisis 20 years ago, I used all my assets to buy a large amount of shares in Kester to help Kester get through the crisis. I hope he can let us father and son go. However, he still refuses to give up. I can’t bear to see you ruin your great future in prison. , In order to cover up your fault, I was convicted of a felony.

Of course, I admit that Yan Lin is very capable. He led Kester through the biggest crisis. Now Kester is thriving and its market value is getting higher and higher.

I will leave all my shares to you now, plus your original shares, you are now enough to be on an equal footing with Yan Linping.

I don't want you to be trampled under for the rest of your life, because you are my son, Cheng Liangyu.

The matter about your third uncle is actually the thing I regret the most in my life. I should have learned my lesson long ago, and I didn't want to interfere with your feelings.

But I still can't let go of my grudge, because I hate the people of the Yan family. I hated the Yan family from the moment Yan Jun snatched Kester away when I was young, and Yan Lin even sent me to prison. Now Yan You want to take my son away tonight!

I hate the Yan family so much...so I would rather die than rest in peace!

"Clang!" Everything shattered.

Cheng Qin swept away everything on the table, and all the antique porcelain left by his father suffered.

Cheng Qin's tears dripped down, he clenched his fists, but he was still exhausted...

"Damn...why do you have to do this..." He leaned on the table, breathing in pain as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Letting the phone keep ringing, Cheng Qin sat there indifferently, now the sun has set, and the early spring wind is biting, making people panic...

He closed his eyes, obviously deliberately ignoring the little unforgettable expression, but those scenes appeared in front of his eyes very clearly.

When it was dawn, Cheng Qin slowly got up, his eyes were facing the rising sun.

"I'm sorry, Little Unforgettable...just treat me as unworthy..."

In this poor first half of his life, he received too little love, and was used to guarding his own interests with ruthlessness, so he was so strange and afraid of Yan Jinxiao's love, and he didn't even know what he had for Yan Jinxiao. What kind of thoughts do you have...

His heart is empty now, locked tightly all the time, with countless needles hanging behind his back.

Since then, Cheng Qin has resumed his previous aggressive posture.

He took the initiative to apply to return to the Paris headquarters, took control of the finance department, recruited contacts among the board members, actively controlled various key projects, and often sang against Mr. Yan, the chairman, on the board of directors.

Mr. Yan faded away from the sharpness of his youth, and sat with dignity, never arguing with him.

The more this happened, the more irritable Cheng Qin became. It seemed that he had the upper hand, but he just held his breath in his chest and couldn't get it out.

Ye Ang touched his elbow, and whispered: "Amazing, this is just like you. In the past 20 years, I thought you were a good man... I even suspected that your body was taken away by someone through time travel... ...However, if you go against Yan Lin like this, aren't you afraid that Yan will hate you tonight? Didn't you all..."

"Shut up!" Cheng Qin interrupted him impatiently.

Ye Ang was stunned by his ferocious gaze, and muttered: "Okay, okay, anyway, if you get rich in the future, don't forget a brother."

After that breakup, Cheng Qin never heard from Yan Jinxiao again. As an instructor, his whereabouts should not be easily known unless he wants to tell you.

Cheng Qin didn't want to inquire, but when someone mentioned it, he still couldn't help but stop and stood by the side pretending nothing had happened... He had been holding the coffee for a long time, and he didn't even know he burned his palms.

I heard that he has been doing well recently, has a supreme status in Gear, helped Gu Qinglan take out the function chip in his body, and suffered a slight injury when he was on a mission abroad...

It's just a minor injury...

Cheng Qin returned to the office, unable to read a single word on the document.

On this day, in the conference room of the chairman's office, an impromptu meeting ended, and the oppressive atmosphere of fighting for the front finally ended. Many people breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly.

At this moment the secretary came in and handed the phone to Mr. Yan.

"Chairman, your video call."

Cheng Qin was about to leave when the video screen suddenly switched on the huge screen.

A familiar face appeared on the opposite side, he was in the car: "Dad Yan, I'll be there soon."

Cheng Qin's heart shrank violently, and he couldn't move. Mr. Yan simply responded and cut off the video.

Won't you show him even a second?Cheng Qin tightly grasped the document in his hand.

Are you coming to the company?

"Is Director Cheng still busy?" Mr. Yan's voice interrupted his wild thoughts.

Cheng Qin sneered and left.

However, that day, Cheng Qin waited for a whole day in front of the French window, but did not see Yan Jinxiao's figure appearing.

He laughed at himself, thinking of Yan Jinxiao's smile in the video, it seems that he is doing well, it seems that his decision is right.

He should have done it long ago.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, the company held a Mid-Autumn Festival party as usual.

Cheng Qin confirmed and confirmed again, and confirmed that Yan Jinxiao's name was on the list.

Overjoyed, he picked out his favorite formal suit, and specially applied two facial masks the night before.

But because he was afraid that he would not be firm enough, he invited Cloud to be his dance partner in advance, insisting on the illusion of lies.

Cheng Qin laughed at himself, why bother...

Yan is wearing a black suit tonight, and his extraordinary temperament can be seen in the crowd at a glance.

Cheng Qin deliberately hid himself in the crowd, and Cloud looked at him amusedly: "Why didn't you pass? You're still shy with a guilty conscience."

"There's nothing to say."

Throughout the whole party, Cheng Qin's thoughts were on Yan Jinxiao, but he didn't allow his eyes or even the corner of his eyes to give him a little bit.

He walked to the corridor to smoke a cigarette, from his lungs to his heart, he was haunted by melancholy, and he was in a daze.

Until he finished smoking a cigarette, when he turned around, he was surprised to find a person standing two meters away from him.

He choked the last cigarette into his throat, his throat was itchy, and he forcibly resisted the urge to cough.

Yan Jinxiao's eyebrows and eyes are still the same, but they are extremely cold, like a face reassembled by the soul, familiar and unfamiliar, the familiar things are lost in his eyes, what is that lost?

Cheng Qin didn't know, he only knew that his heart was not at peace.

The strong wind beat the fallen leaves, blurring the eyes.Cheng Qin finally came to his senses and turned to leave.

"Uncle Cheng..." Yan Jinxiao's voice sounded.

Cheng Qin tried hard not to look back, but couldn't restrain the trembling in his heart: "What's the matter?"

"I used to be young and ignorant, don't be angry, okay?" The tone was alienated and cold, like the autumn wind sweeping over fallen leaves, leaving no trace of nostalgia.

Young and vigorous... It turned out that it was really the fault of being young and vigorous.

Cheng Qin smiled: "No, just figure it out."

Obviously what he wanted to hear all the time before, but now... He clutched his chest.

Yan Jinxiao watched his leaving back, are you so impatient to leave?

You said I was wrong, and I have already admitted that I was wrong, why wouldn't Uncle Cheng look back at me...

A person's heart is torn in two, can the bloody one still live?