After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

Yes.

If it weren't for him, with He Xiao's mind and skill, how could he be reduced to where he is today.He has been in power in the He Group for so many years, and it is not a day or two for He Minnan to plan.Why did he never succeed in the past, but this time, he got away with it?

It was his appearance that gave He Minnan this luck, didn't he?

It was he who handed the knife to He Minnan, which gave him the opportunity to stab the man... and it was too late for him to see all this clearly.

After visiting Zhou Hongfeng, Zhou Cheng called Jiang Fan.

At the station, he ran out without even thinking about it, and he didn't know what happened to him.

Hearing the long beeping sound from the receiver, he was immersed in depression for a while before he realized that no one answered the call.

Zhou Cheng felt something was wrong, and his delicate brows were tightened because of this.

There must be something wrong.

Such a thought just flashed through my mind, but the other end was connected by pressing the time when the call would automatically hang up.

Jiang Fan's slightly dull voice came from the radio, "Zhou Cheng."

Zhou Cheng was keenly aware that his tone was wrong, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, "Sorry Jiang Fan, I was too impulsive at the station, where are you now? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Jiang Fan's tone was still very low, and from his words, he seemed a little reserved, "Where did you go just now?"

If Zhou Cheng was not sure just now, at this moment, he was almost sure that something was wrong with Jiang Fan on the other end of the phone.

It's hard to describe exactly how something feels wrong.

The voice and tone were indeed the Jiang Fan he was familiar with, but he seemed to be afraid of something.

Zhou Cheng's brows tightened immediately, and his voice became tense, "...What's wrong with you? Where are you now?"

over there.

As soon as Zhou Cheng's inquiry rang on the phone, the man took the phone away from Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan looked at him immediately, with hostility in his eyes, "What are you doing?"

The man in black looked indifferent, and said in a formulaic tone, "Mr. Jiang, I am doing my best to answer this call for you. If something goes wrong, I can't explain it to Mr. He. I hope you Don't make things difficult for me."

Jiang Fan and the man looked at each other for a second, and pursed their pale crimson lips.

The meaning in the man's words was nothing more than to tell him not to reveal something that should not be said, otherwise it would not be as simple as putting him under house arrest.

After a while, he replied softly, "I see, I will pay attention to the proportion of my words."

The phone was handed back to the front.

Zhou Cheng probably hadn't heard his reply for too long, and the anxious tone came from the phone again, "Jiang Fan? Are you listening?"

"I'm here."

"Did something happen over there?"

Jiang Fan closed his eyes, his face was covered with a faint look of fatigue, he pinched the sore brows, and sighed, "I'm fine, I'm safe now, except for some discomfort, everything else is fine Yes, don't worry."

In the end, this is nothing more than self-comforting rhetoric.

How can a person who doesn't even have freedom be good?

Listening to his tired voice, Zhou Cheng froze for a moment, and soon had an answer in his heart.

"...Is it He Minnan?"

Jiang Fan knew he couldn't hide it from him, so he simply didn't deny it, "Yeah."

"Why did he do this?"

Although they have long noticed that there is something wrong between the two, but now the situation seems to have gone beyond the scope of something wrong.

But there is absolutely no doubt about one thing, that is, it is impossible for Jiang Fan to accept such manipulation willingly.

"Zhou Cheng," Jiang Fan looked out of the window at the gradually setting sun, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Don't ask, okay?"

Zhou Cheng only felt a blockage in his heart, and the words that had flowed into his throat completely choked his voice there.

The fingers that fell on his side gradually curled up and slowly clenched into fists.

The feelings of self-blame in his heart almost overwhelmed him and drowned him.

Why...why did everyone around him get into trouble one by one, and it was all because of him?

While feeling powerless to blame himself, Zhou Cheng's turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.

Immediately afterwards, even the emotions on his face were suppressed.

He was standing beside the empty national road on the outskirts of the city. When the wind blew, the corners of his clothes lifted up, making him look very thin.

It seemed that his soul had floated out of his body along with the gust of wind.

"I see."

He said lightly to the other end of the phone, "I'm not going to hang up first, let's talk next time."

Jiang Fan was exhausted physically and mentally, and he didn't hear anything strange, "Well, we'll talk next time, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Cheng reached out to stop a car.

The driver asked him where he was going.

He looked sideways out of the window, his eyes confused.

Thinking about it carefully, he has nowhere to go now.

The original home has long since ceased to exist, and the home that He Xiao gave him is no longer there.

After a while, he turned around and gave an address.

The driver glanced at him, said nothing, started the car and drove out.

It was some distance from the suburbs back to the city center, Zhou Cheng called He Minnan on the way.

As soon as the call was connected, he asked straight to the point, "You took Jiang Fan away?"

He Minnan didn't seem to have expected that he would look like he was asking questions when he came, his thin lips were slightly raised on his handsome face, and his low and mellow voice fell silent for a while, before slowly answering, "So what? "

The setting sun that was approaching the evening radiated golden orange afterglow, passed through the car window, and reflected on Zhou Cheng's face.

He pushed down the car window and let the wind blowing into the car mess up the hair on his forehead, his slightly drooping eyes showed helplessness, "He Minnan, can you let him go? He has a disabled person at home. Father, every winter and summer vacation, he would go back on time every year. If it wasn't for me this time, he would have gone back a long time ago... What are you trying to do if you hold him back? If you want to come to me for something, he never He was innocent from the beginning to the end, he was dragged into the water by me, I can stay, you let him go, okay?"

He Minnan hung the phone by his ear with his knuckle fingers, and listened to the sound coming from the receiver, his eyes were always focused on the document in his hand, and even when he was talking, he didn't leave his eyes for a second.

He smiled lightly, seemingly playfully, "You?"

Zhou Cheng heard the slight mockery in his words, and pursed his lips tightly.

After reading a document, He Minnan signed at the end of the page, then threw the document aside, and leaned back on the seat very leisurely, "Did he not tell you about our relationship? "

Zhou Cheng tightened his fingers on the fuselage, and his eyebrows sank, and he didn't speak for a while.

"It seems that there is no more." He Minnan smiled lowly, and a clear and earful laughter overflowed from his throat, "But yes, it's normal for him not to tell you about such a private matter, after all, everyone doesn't want their own The embarrassing side is known by the people around him, but... since he chooses not to tell you, it is also easy to explain that he would rather bear it alone than ask you to help."

The man said lightly, "Since that's the case, why do you rush to join the war? This is just between me and him, and has nothing to do with you, does it?"

"But he is my friend, and I can't just watch him fall into the fire pit without reaching out and pulling him."

"You're talking too seriously," He Minnan smiled faintly, "What kind of fire pit am I? I just want his company, not to torture him. You treat me like a scourge, and I'm too wronged." a bit."

Accompany... Rao Zhou Cheng usually claims to be dull, but this time, he can figure out with his toes what he means by "accompany".

His face immediately turned pale and pale, his eyes flashed with disbelief, but subconsciously he felt that he should have expected this to happen.

Jiang Fan... Thinking of this name, the boy's sunny and handsome face instantly appeared in his mind.

In addition to being heartbroken, Zhou Cheng only felt a burst of nameless anger rushing up from the bottom of his heart, rushing straight to his forehead, burning all his nerves and reason.

But no matter how angry, all this has become a foregone conclusion.

He squeezed the roots of his teeth so tightly that they rattled, but he also hated himself for being helpless.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes that were clear and pure in the past seemed to be dipped in ink, and they were pitch black.

Angry to the extreme, all emotions seemed to be frozen, and his mind quickly came to his senses. He said in a daze, "After talking so much, you are determined not to let him go, right?"

"Have I ever given you such an illusion?" He Minnan asked in a low voice.

"I'll ask you one last question."

He Minnan raised his eyebrows lightly, "Say it."

"Before my father was beaten in prison, did you instigate it?"

He Minnan really didn't expect him to bring this up suddenly, the smile in his deep black eyes froze for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and soon he parted again, "You just say I did it without evidence Yes, isn't it too casual?"

Zhou Cheng continued as if he hadn't heard what he said, "Before he was beaten, except for Uncle Xiao who threatened me with him, I only told you about it. Uncle Xiao must have done it, so there was a gap between him and him, and he agreed to cooperate with you. But now that I think about it carefully, compared to Uncle Xiao’s motive for doing this, you are more likely to do it. It cannot be ruled out that it was In order to achieve your own goals, you take advantage of this, find someone to go to jail to trouble my father, and then push all this on Uncle Xiao, taking the opportunity to provoke my relationship with him."

Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng felt as if his heart had been stabbed one after another, "I went to see my dad today and found a new injury on his face. He told me that if Uncle Xiao hadn't sent two people to protect him, he would have It's not as simple as being beaten. Uncle Xiao has no reason to find a group of people to beat my dad, and then call another group to rescue him. The only possibility is what I just said, those people were not found by Uncle Xiao at all. , but you, you are the one who ordered them behind their backs."