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Yes, the first one is to prevent the company's people from fluctuating and deliberately not to mention it.Another possibility is...

Someone wanted to use him as a scapegoat for everything and took the opportunity to squeeze him out.

It seems that I have to go to England.

"Okay, I see. Continue to pay attention to the situation and give me news at any time. After a while... I will go back after a while."

"The chairman is the largest shareholder of the company, but he is seriously ill now, and you are the sole legal heir of all his property. If you don't come back, the company may have no room to recover."

"I know." Jiang Hao clenched his fists unknowingly, and the plastic bag in his hand made a rubbing sound, "But we can't startle the snake now, we have to wait for a while, until he shows his feet and collects evidence, I will show up soon .”

"Also, pay attention to someone for me."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Hao took a long breath, turned and left the vegetable market that was full of pungent vegetable leaves.

He felt helpless and ridiculous.Where is the so-called "you can't scare the snake"? In the current situation, it is obviously better for him to go back earlier. If he makes a wrong step now, he will be in the abyss, and the years of hard work of everyone in Haojiang will be ruined. , the chance of recovery is obviously greater.

But he can't go yet.

Mu Chen... still needs him.

A few days before the college entrance examination, he received news of an accident in the company. He chose to conceal it because he was afraid of affecting Mu Chen's mood.

Now, this matter is even more difficult to talk about.

He knew that Mu Chen was a reasonable person, if he confessed to him and told him that he was going back to England for a while, he would definitely not stop him.

But he couldn't guarantee whether he would return after he left.

Selling personal information has already violated the law. Now the stock price has plummeted, and the company's reputation has been greatly affected. Hao Lingyan is sick, and he is the only one who can take over this mess.

But things in the commercial battlefield are far more than just writing a program. It is a quagmire, an abyss, and one mistaken move will lose everything. If you plunge into it, it is difficult to get out of it.

Either win back the reputational benefits, or lose and go bankrupt and in debt.

Although he has no intention of inheriting the company and no deep father-son affection for Hao Lingyan, this is the responsibility he should bear.At worst, he would be implicated, so it would be considered unlucky to be his son of Hao Lingyan.

But this has nothing to do with Mu Chen.

He just took the college entrance examination, and the future is promising, so how could he be willing to involve Mu Chen in his involuntary fate and let him accompany him through ups and downs?

If you don't tell him, then even if you fail, you won't let him be affected in any way.He still has a chance to shine, he can still pursue his dreams, and maybe... meet someone better.

This time, maybe we will never see each other again.

So every day before leaving, he counted carefully in the palm of his hand, and if he could procrastinate for one more day, it would be a day.

But he was going to leave after all.

Watching Mu Chen walk into the school, laughing and chatting with his classmates and friends, he turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

I once promised him that I would do what I said, and I also said that I would wait for him where I am, and live with him for a long, long time.

Now... it's all a lie.

He finally became the same person as Hao Lingyan, cowardly, selfish, and self-deceiving.

He is not qualified to let Mu Chen wait for him, and he is not qualified to let him give up everything for himself. He can only say a meaningless "sorry" to him the moment he receives a call from Mu Chen.

"Jiang Hao, turn around!"

He walked towards the ticket gate, and behind him was Mu Chen's heart-piercing call. Tears uncontrollably overflowed from his eyes, flowed down his cheeks, and silently dripped to the ground. His heart was already in pain.

But he didn't have the courage to turn back.

He knew that if he turned back, he couldn't go forward.He also wanted to turn around and rush to the boy, hug him tightly and stroke his trembling back, and tell him that he would never leave.

But he can't.

He forced himself to walk firmly to the ticket gate, walked out of Mu Chen's sight, left behind the call that made him feel overwhelmed, and got on the train that was very similar to that during the study.

But this time, there was no Mu Chen in front of him.

He took out his mobile phone and saw the call from Mu Chen, but he didn't click on it. Instead, he took out the calling card and replaced it with a new one.

The train starts and the station is left behind like a forgotten memory.

The long-suppressed torrential rain finally poured down, turning the day in Liucheng into night, which made people feel sad.

Jiang Hao took out his mobile phone with a new SIM card and made another call.

"Hello, this is RECOLLECTION." A familiar voice came from there.

"Brother Zheng, I'm Jiang Hao."

"Jiang Hao? Why did you change your number?"

"Brother Zheng, I need you to do me a favor."

Hearing his serious tone, Zheng Feng couldn't help but get serious: "Okay, tell me."

"It's raining heavily. Mu Chen didn't bring an umbrella at the station. Please don't let him get wet."

Hearing Zheng Feng's answer, Jiang Hao hung up the phone and rummaged through the suitcase a few times. His movements were calm at first, but gradually he became flustered, as if he was looking for something very important.

After a while, he could only hear him talking to himself: "Didn't you bring it... Forget it, anyway, it's already in my heart."

At this point, the RECOLLECTION lounge.

"Zheng Feng, where did you find him? Why did you faint? Have you seen a doctor?" It was raining heavily this day, and there were not many people in the store. Shang Yuxi had just finished a few orders and came over to see Mu Chen's Condition.

Mu Chen was carried in by Zheng Feng. In a rainy day, both of them were soaked, and Mu Chen was unconscious, which is really worrying.

"I've been there. The doctor said it was due to overwork and the rain and wind. When I found him, both eyes were swollen. It looked like he was tired from crying."

"What's the matter? Did you tell Jiang Hao?"

"It's just...Jiang Hao asked me to find him, saying that Mu Chen was at the station..."

"The station? Didn't he just dump Mu Chen without saying goodbye?"

"No, no, it shouldn't be. He is not this kind of person. Wait, he seems to have sent me a text message."

[Jiang Hao: Brother Zheng, I went to England to deal with some things that I had to do myself.In order not to involve Mu Chen, I didn't tell him, and I don't know when I will be back.Please help me and take good care of him. If I haven't come back after three years, just... let him forget about me. ]

"what's the situation?"

"Maybe something happened to his father. His father is in the UK, but the relationship has always been bad, and it seems that there is a big company. If something happened to the company, he might lose everything."

"Why haven't I heard from him about this?"

"This is Jiang Hao's privacy. I also heard him mention it by accident when I was drinking and chatting with him a few times. He didn't seem to want to mention his father. But it seems that he has decided to take this responsibility. "

Mu Chen felt as if he had fallen into a long, long dream.

In the dream, he lost his parents, his color, and the boy he loved.

This dream was too painful, so he ran forward desperately, trying to escape from this dream, thinking that as long as he escaped, they would all come back.

But after waking up, the black, white and colorless world in front of him shattered his hope.

It's not a dream, it's all real.

Jiang Hao left...

However, I clearly felt that someone held an umbrella for him before he passed out.

"Mu Chen, you finally woke up, how do you feel now?"

He followed the prestige and saw Zheng Feng, who was soaked all over, standing beside him.

It turned out to be Brother Zheng, I thought...

"Don't be too sad, Jiang Hao is not going to leave you, he... is going to deal with some things."

Zheng Feng wanted to comfort Mu Chen, but the other party interrupted him: "Brother Zheng, you don't have to say that, I know he might not come back."

Mu Chen, who had just been drenched by the rain, also regained his sanity at this moment, and probably guessed the reason.

He knows Jiang Hao well, and if the matter is not very difficult, he will tell him to make him feel at ease.The reason why I didn't tell him was probably because I might not be able to come back and I didn't want to drag him down.

But how could he care about being dragged down? What he cares about is Jiang Hao.

"then you……"

"I'll still wait for him."

The current self can't help him with anything, but he will work hard until he can face all problems side by side with him and become a partner worthy of him.

Zheng Feng didn't say any more, and left the lounge, leaving Mu Chen a quiet space, but said one last word before leaving.

"In the cardboard box in the corner of the lounge, there are things he didn't have time to give you."

According to his words, Mu Chen found the cardboard box hidden in the leaves of the green radish, and carefully tore off the tape to open it.

It turned out to be a box full of thousand paper cranes.

Each of them is folded very seriously, without being careless or perfunctory at all, as if pouring all my emotions into the origami.

Such a gift really doesn't match his cold temperament.

He picked up the top one, and accidentally found that there were bumps on the thousand paper cranes that looked like the tip of a pen. He took the whole paper crane apart bit by bit, and there was indeed a sentence written inside.

[Registration for the provincial entrance examination is about to start, and he should be back.These days, when I think of him, there is only one Thousand Paper Crane, and before I know it, there are already nine hundred and ninety-nine, so let's stop here. ]

This should be the last one he folded.

Mu Chen took the rest of the paper