as long as you love

In Hua Qi's eyes, Chinese Confucianism has always been so powerful that it is invincible, like a god, a pillar of the sky in the Eight Wastelands, sheltering all directions.There is nothing he cannot do, and there is nothing that can defeat him.He is young and handsome, he is confident and firm, and the business world changes with his talking and laughing.He is like the sun, so shining, bright and radiant, people admire, look up to, and can't help but surrender.

But now, the light of the sun suddenly dimmed, and the world fell into darkness.

Hua Qi suddenly realized that he had been relying on this piece of light to live.As the light dimmed, there was a sense of suffocating oppression and bewilderment.

Hua Qi felt that he should do something.

He stepped forward and put his arms around the man's shoulders.

It's not the kind of coquettish begging for attention in the past, but the green but firm appeasement, the companionship that seems to exist but always exists.

He also put his hand on it, slowly opened his clenched fist on the table, and then clenched it tightly.

The crouching man was stunned for a moment, as if he finally realized who was coming, raised his head, showing a pale but barely smiling expression, then slowly propped himself up, leaned against the back of the chair, but still closed his eyes tightly. Eyes, eyebrows and forehead are covered with cold sweat.

—He was trying to appease him.

Hua Qi suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

How much this person has endured in silence all this time.

The direct lineage of the Hua family has been passed down to their two generations, and the population is thin. Hua Xianjie is just an older brother who went into politics. A pair of sons and daughters (the twins mentioned before) also went abroad one after another. They did not get involved in the business world too much, so the huge Almost all of his family business fell to Hua Xianjie's branch.Needless to say, Hua Qi, since he was a child, it was not enough to worry about. Huayu Confucianism has been gifted in various skills since he was a child, especially in business. He also studied business in college. Naturally, all the pressure and burden fell on him. body.

Can't refuse and can't refuse.

Hua Xianjie has been extremely strict and strict with Chinese Confucianism since he was a child. He doesn't care how he plays around outside, but as long as it involves serious business, there is absolutely no room for negotiation--study must be perfect, he must inherit the family business, Social skills must also be impeccable.He has to be the personable Hua Shao who everyone admires outside, and at home he is an excellent and filial son and a gentle and powerful brother.

But the Chinese Confucianism has achieved all these miraculously like the favored son of heaven.

Can't see any reluctance and pressure.

Either he is really the favored son of heaven, or he has concealed all the dark and unclear emotions and pressures.

Or, both.

Hua Qi felt sorry and guilty like never before.

What have you done all this time?

Pretending to say that he likes him and adores him, but he has been asking and demanding endlessly.Never change positions to think about what the other party's needs and ideas are.

Fahrenheit's family business is huge, and the forces in the system and the relationships that need to be taken care of are intricate. The Chinese-speaking Confucianism can enter Fahrenheit at a young age with qualifications in his early twenties, and he has convinced several big bosses inside. In addition to the title of the direct line of the Hua family, his outstanding ability and decisive means are also a large part of the bonus points.

Since ancient times, those who can do more work.

Hua Qi, like most people, only saw the crown and halo on Huayuru's head, but did not see the invisible pressure on him and the helplessness of not being able to take a step back.

Just like the secrets discovered by the arrival of this raid.Hua Qi always thought that he was in good health, but now it seems that he was wrong.The medicine he said just now was unclear, but Pei Jue was very familiar with it and even got used to it.It can be seen that this illness has a long history, and it can even be guessed that it is due to overwork.

The strong appearance of Chinese Confucianism conceals many details, making people ignore that he is also a mortal body.

Bits of distress and apology flooded from his heart, Hua Qi took out the paper on the table, and wiped the cold sweat off Hua Yuru's face with trembling fingertips.

Pei Jue came in at this moment, carrying a glass of water and pills, walked over to help Huayuru, half-forced him to take the medicine, and then swallowed it with water.

After a while, Huayuru finally recovered a little bit, opened his eyes and showed a weak smile: "Thank you."

"Hmph! You deserve to be hurt to death."

As soon as Pei Jue put away the worried expression just now, he picked up the untouched takeaway that was delivered at noon on the corner of the table, and sneered, "You said you didn't even want your life, and I'll even send you medicine to dry it." Well?"

"Yesterday, I drank with a client and vomited until it was dark. I didn't eat any food. Today I drank a cup of coffee for breakfast. I haven't moved my lunch here. I have been busy until now. Do you really think that you are a man of iron and don't need to eat and rest?"

The more Pei Jue spoke, the angrier he became.

When he went to the 10th floor to find a document, he encountered a Chinese-speaking Confucian who fell ill and had no medicine at hand.If Hua Qi didn't come over suddenly, what would this person do?

Knowing that he has a stomach problem, he still takes painkillers as a meal every day. Although he can understand his busyness, he can't help being angry that he doesn't take his body seriously.

"I don't think I need to deliver the medicine next time, just call 120 and send you to the emergency department of the hospital."

The Chinese Confucianist knew he was in the wrong, so he listened quietly, and said, "Okay, Qiqi is still here, don't scare him so seriously."

"Qiqi? Qiqi is right here, look at how your brother abused you, you know..." Pei Jue's voice gradually weakened, because he saw the young man who had been silent all this time come forward suddenly, He leaned over and hugged Huayu Confucianism tightly.

On the young man's shoulders was the face of his friend who was surprised and slightly relieved.

Hua Qi hugged this person, feeling the warmth radiating from his body, his eyes were warm, and he blurted out what he wanted to say: "Brother, may I help you?"

This looks like a magnificent position, but in fact, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight. Let me help you share it, okay?

Originally, it was just a matter of love, but after saying this, Hua Qi really thought about it seriously, and found that the current self can't do anything——

Knowing nothing about business, coupled with dyslexia and comprehension deviations, it is even more difficult to learn relevant content—on the contrary, the field of artistic creation was rewarded by God, giving him a delicate and sensitive thinking and a perceptual brain— — To put it bluntly, he is not suitable for business at all, but should be more cultivated in the field of art.

Hua Yuru obviously knew this very well, so he didn't express his opinion, but just lightly raised his hand to pat the young man's back: "I'm fine, Qiqi, you don't have to worry."

Hua Qi raised his head and looked at the man, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was trying to hold back whether to cry or not. It was just this look that made him see the distress and unspoken concern in the man's eyes.

——I don’t know whether to be happy or sad.

Never before has Hua Qi hated her own weakness and incompetence as much as now.It seems that it can only be in the position of being cared and loved.This sense of powerlessness in the face of someone he deeply cared about was driving him almost crazy.

He can't do anything, and he has to care about him in turn!

Hua Qi suddenly felt that such a self was completely unworthy to stand shoulder to shoulder with that person, no matter in terms of xinxing ability or temperament and virtue.Not bad at all.

It's trivial to say that you are ashamed of yourself, Hua Qi feels that what he likes now has tarnished this person.

He walked out without saying a word, ignoring the surprised eyes of the two.

A quarter of an hour later, he came back with a blank expression, and brought a meal to Huayu Confucianism: "——Eat."

"..."

Hua Yuru finally ate his meal under his firm and pleading eyes.Pei Jue had already packed up the dropped documents and took all the work he could do to his office to do.

"I'll have breakfast and dinner with you from now on.

——Do not refuse! "

Hua Qi suppressed Huayuru's rebuttal in time, "Have you forgotten our confidentiality agreement? If you don't listen to me, I will tell you what you asked me to keep secret."

Chinese Confucianism: ...

Hua Qi has never been so tough and rational. This time, Huayu Confucianism's illness really stimulated him.

Stimulated, the next second of the tough threat is the weakness of tears falling down suddenly.

This time, the face-changing emotions were transformed so quickly that no one could react in time, and those few tears had already fallen to the ground under the pressure of the eyelids.Even Hua Qi himself didn't react——

Is it the distress or the panic of losing this person.

Hua Yuru felt pain in his heart, worse than his own stomach trouble.

In the final analysis, who is he fighting for with all his injuries and heavy burdens?How could he be willing to make him sad?

From the acquaintance at a young age to now, his caring and loving mood has never changed.Up to now, maybe a little more, love.

After all, he couldn't fool himself, he couldn't fool that heart that sees everything clearly but retreats and builds a wall.

He took him into his arms, said nothing, but said everything.

He bowed his head and kissed his lips, and said affectionately and firmly, "Okay. Don't cry, I promise you."