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Imperial capital, Lanshan villa area.
Han family.
Han Jingli has just finished a cross-border video conference. During this period, because Han Heng intervened, the Han group suffered from internal and external troubles, and the whole company was waiting for him to preside over the overall situation.
Working day and night, as soon as the meeting was over, he leaned back on the back of his chair, rubbed his swollen temple with his long fingers, and worked continuously. His body had already been unable to support him, but he still had a lot to do.
The snow rolled with the wind, blowing rustle, Han Jingli back suddenly a stiff, eyes through the seamless glass to see out.
This is the first snow of this winter, so there is no sign of falling down, as if to bury the past into the ground, to nothing.
"Mr. Han, there will be a very important meeting later. You Mr. Han Assistant is also a tired, eyes wrapped in thick blood, the body was originally pressed suit also some wrinkled, a look is not a good rest for several days.
Han Jingli stood up from his chair as if in a daze. His voice was extremely hoarse: "push it off, you go back to have a rest first."
Assistant one Zheng, "Han Zong?"
Han Jingli waved his hand, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, drew out a cigarette and lit it, "I know how to deal with it."
The assistant moved his lips a few times, trying to say that the meeting was very important, and that the partner had a hard time making an appointment. But Han Jingli suddenly said to push it off. He seriously suspected that his boss was mentally retarded.
With the cigarette in his mouth, Han Jingli didn't say anything. He just picked up the black coat on the chair and wrapped it around him. He walked out of the study and went downstairs to the backyard.
Assistant in that Leng for a long time, a bit at a loss to go.
Downstairs, backyard.
Han Jingli stood in the corridor, with cigarette butts scattered at his feet. He looked up slightly, his eyes seemed to be looking at the sky, and his mind flashed many past events.
The young boy stood in the corridor of the old-fashioned house. His little body was chilly. He knew that he was too weak to blow such cold wind and snow. Otherwise, he was seriously ill, but he could not help standing there watching the snow.
It was the only impression that his mother left him. The snow was falling all over the sky. The middle-aged woman stood in front of the window, watching the snow fall, like waiting for something, like remembering something.
All the past has settled, but ironically, in this big world, only the cold snow makes him feel less lonely.
In my memory, the little girl ran into the snow, clumsily piled up a naive snowman, stroke his name on the snow dregs.
He once thought that those memories had been erased and only revenge was left. But whenever he looked up and saw the snowflakes, he would feel sad. It was not very strong. It was fine and dense. It seemed that it was rooted in his heart. If he moved a little, it would be a river of blood.
"Brother Jingli..."
After making a snowman, the little girl ran over as if seeking a reward. She hid her red hands and wore a clean smile on her cheek. This smile once accompanied him through the coldest and darkest years of his life, but he finally lost her.
Memory seems to overlap with reality. In the cold yard, the little girl is still making a snowman. The young boy is not just looking at her. She treats him with sincerity. He feels that he has nothing to repay, so he returns her with sincerity.
If life can stay in the memory of the best years forever, he would rather later all did not happen, he did not personally push her away, also did not get involved in those fame and wealth disputes in the treacherous plot, he is just her brother Jingli, life, protect her well.
But it's going to rain, my mother wants to get married, life in the world, how can there be so many if?
It wasn't until the cigarette end on his fingertip burned to his finger that he got out of his memory. His eyes were empty, which was totally different from the scene in his memory. Han Jingli felt as if his heart had been pulled by something at this moment, and he nearly cried because of the pain.
Since the death of his mother, he knelt down in front of the cold body. After a big cry of grief, he never cried again. But at this moment, it seems that all the dust and resentment are scattered like the snowflake, and how much deep hatred has been wiped clean with the joys and sorrows.
Han Jingli threw away his cigarette butts, walked into the courtyard with his slender thighs. It had been snowing for several hours. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. He squatted down and touched the cold snowflakes with his slender fingers. It was like touching the deepest memory hidden in his heart.
In an instant, the memory spread to all parts of him Over the years, he never forgot.
By memory, he gradually pieced together a snowman, and then reshaped it bit by bit. Even if there was something missing in the snowman, he remembered it very clearly.
Before he knew it, a snowman with an unsightly appearance piled up. He stood in front of the snowman with a trance look. There was a white snowflake on his shoulder, and he was unconscious.
After a long time, he raised his frozen hand, took out a black mobile phone and took a picture seriously. Maybe he was not satisfied with the shooting. He took several pictures in a row before he stopped.The accumulation of snow water wet his trousers, his limbs frozen stiff and incongruous, but he still stood in a desolate snow, like a clay sculpture, motionless.
The night is long. Han Jingli is standing in the snow. His body seems to be covered with a layer of isolation. It's hard to wipe away the blood carved into his bones Lonely
Imperial hospital.
Yunweiyang finally came out from the intensive care unit. Youlan and they were waiting outside. When they saw her coming out, they almost got up from the chair and their eyes were almost glued to yunweiyang.
This man looks as if he is normal, and he doesn't want to commit suicide Well, brother, steady!
"Sister in law, that The old man's condition is stable now. It's OK. Don't worry about it. " Qin Ye doesn't know what to say. The coffin seems to be pestling there. He first reports the situation of Huo Jiye.
The cloud didn't the Yang face have no facial expression of swept him one eye, "EH."
Qin Ye secretly pinched a cold sweat, "how about boss..."
Yun Weiyang: "OK."
She said well, in fact, there is no change. Youlan and Lingtian have seen it. Whether they can wake up or not depends on Huo tingxiao's willpower. If he doesn't want to wake up, he can't be saved even if he doesn't want to.
"Then you..." Qin night a face is muddled force, said a beginning.
Yun Weiyang: "it's going to light."
Qin ye: "ah?"
Is their sister-in-law masochistic?
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Imperial capital, Lanshan villa area.
Han family.
Han Jingli has just finished a cross-border video conference. During this period, because Han Heng intervened, the Han group suffered from internal and external troubles, and the whole company was waiting for him to preside over the overall situation.
Working day and night, as soon as the meeting was over, he leaned back on the back of his chair, rubbed his swollen temple with his long fingers, and worked continuously. His body had already been unable to support him, but he still had a lot to do.
The snow rolled with the wind, blowing rustle, Han Jingli back suddenly a stiff, eyes through the seamless glass to see out.
This is the first snow of this winter, so there is no sign of falling down, as if to bury the past into the ground, to nothing.
"Mr. Han, there will be a very important meeting later. You Mr. Han Assistant is also a tired, eyes wrapped in thick blood, the body was originally pressed suit also some wrinkled, a look is not a good rest for several days.
Han Jingli stood up from his chair as if in a daze. His voice was extremely hoarse: "push it off, you go back to have a rest first."
Assistant one Zheng, "Han Zong?"
Han Jingli waved his hand, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, drew out a cigarette and lit it, "I know how to deal with it."
The assistant moved his lips a few times, trying to say that the meeting was very important, and that the partner had a hard time making an appointment. But Han Jingli suddenly said to push it off. He seriously suspected that his boss was mentally retarded.
With the cigarette in his mouth, Han Jingli didn't say anything. He just picked up the black coat on the chair and wrapped it around him. He walked out of the study and went downstairs to the backyard.
Assistant in that Leng for a long time, a bit at a loss to go.
Downstairs, backyard.
Han Jingli stood in the corridor, with cigarette butts scattered at his feet. He looked up slightly, his eyes seemed to be looking at the sky, and his mind flashed many past events.
The young boy stood in the corridor of the old-fashioned house. His little body was chilly. He knew that he was too weak to blow such cold wind and snow. Otherwise, he was seriously ill, but he could not help standing there watching the snow.
It was the only impression that his mother left him. The snow was falling all over the sky. The middle-aged woman stood in front of the window, watching the snow fall, like waiting for something, like remembering something.
All the past has settled, but ironically, in this big world, only the cold snow makes him feel less lonely.
In my memory, the little girl ran into the snow, clumsily piled up a naive snowman, stroke his name on the snow dregs.
He once thought that those memories had been erased and only revenge was left. But whenever he looked up and saw the snowflakes, he would feel sad. It was not very strong. It was fine and dense. It seemed that it was rooted in his heart. If he moved a little, it would be a river of blood.
"Brother Jingli..."
After making a snowman, the little girl ran over as if seeking a reward. She hid her red hands and wore a clean smile on her cheek. This smile once accompanied him through the coldest and darkest years of his life, but he finally lost her.
Memory seems to overlap with reality. In the cold yard, the little girl is still making a snowman. The young boy is not just looking at her. She treats him with sincerity. He feels that he has nothing to repay, so he returns her with sincerity.
If life can stay in the memory of the best years forever, he would rather later all did not happen, he did not personally push her away, also did not get involved in those fame and wealth disputes in the treacherous plot, he is just her brother Jingli, life, protect her well.
But it's going to rain, my mother wants to get married, life in the world, how can there be so many if?
It wasn't until the cigarette end on his fingertip burned to his finger that he got out of his memory. His eyes were empty, which was totally different from the scene in his memory. Han Jingli felt as if his heart had been pulled by something at this moment, and he nearly cried because of the pain.
Since the death of his mother, he knelt down in front of the cold body. After a big cry of grief, he never cried again. But at this moment, it seems that all the dust and resentment are scattered like the snowflake, and how much deep hatred has been wiped clean with the joys and sorrows.
Han Jingli threw away his cigarette butts, walked into the courtyard with his slender thighs. It had been snowing for several hours. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. He squatted down and touched the cold snowflakes with his slender fingers. It was like touching the deepest memory hidden in his heart.
In an instant, the memory spread to all parts of him Over the years, he never forgot.
By memory, he gradually pieced together a snowman, and then reshaped it bit by bit. Even if there was something missing in the snowman, he remembered it very clearly.
Before he knew it, a snowman with an unsightly appearance piled up. He stood in front of the snowman with a trance look. There was a white snowflake on his shoulder, and he was unconscious.
After a long time, he raised his frozen hand, took out a black mobile phone and took a picture seriously. Maybe he was not satisfied with the shooting. He took several pictures in a row before he stopped.The accumulation of snow water wet his trousers, his limbs frozen stiff and incongruous, but he still stood in a desolate snow, like a clay sculpture, motionless.
The night is long. Han Jingli is standing in the snow. His body seems to be covered with a layer of isolation. It's hard to wipe away the blood carved into his bones Lonely
Imperial hospital.
Yunweiyang finally came out from the intensive care unit. Youlan and they were waiting outside. When they saw her coming out, they almost got up from the chair and their eyes were almost glued to yunweiyang.
This man looks as if he is normal, and he doesn't want to commit suicide Well, brother, steady!
"Sister in law, that The old man's condition is stable now. It's OK. Don't worry about it. " Qin Ye doesn't know what to say. The coffin seems to be pestling there. He first reports the situation of Huo Jiye.
The cloud didn't the Yang face have no facial expression of swept him one eye, "EH."
Qin Ye secretly pinched a cold sweat, "how about boss..."
Yun Weiyang: "OK."
She said well, in fact, there is no change. Youlan and Lingtian have seen it. Whether they can wake up or not depends on Huo tingxiao's willpower. If he doesn't want to wake up, he can't be saved even if he doesn't want to.
"Then you..." Qin night a face is muddled force, said a beginning.
Yun Weiyang: "it's going to light."
Qin ye: "ah?"
Is their sister-in-law masochistic?
Imperial capital, Lanshan villa area. Han family. Han Jingli has just finished a cross-border video conference. During this period, because Han Heng intervened, the Han group suffered from internal and external troubles, and the whole company was waiting for him to preside over the overall situation. Working day and night, as soon as the meeting was over, he leaned back on the back of his chair, rubbed his swollen temple with his long fingers, and worked continuously. His body had already been unable to support him, but he still had a lot to do. The snow rolled with the wind, blowing rustle, Han Jingli back suddenly a stiff, eyes through the seamless glass to see out. This is the first snow of this winter, so there is no sign of falling down, as if to bury the past into the ground, to nothing. "Mr. Han, there will be a very important meeting later. You Mr. Han Assistant is also a tired, eyes wrapped in thick blood, the body was originally pressed suit also some wrinkled, a look is not a good rest for several days. Han Jingli stood up from his chair as if in a daze. His voice was extremely hoarse: "push it off, you go back to have a rest first." Assistant one Zheng, "Han Zong?" Han Jingli waved his hand, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, drew out a cigarette and lit it, "I know how to deal with it." The assistant moved his lips a few times, trying to say that the meeting was very important, and that the partner had a hard time making an appointment. But Han Jingli suddenly said to push it off. He seriously suspected that his boss was mentally retarded. With the cigarette in his mouth, Han Jingli didn't say anything. He just picked up the black coat on the chair and wrapped it around him. He walked out of the study and went downstairs to the backyard. Assistant in that Leng for a long time, a bit at a loss to go. Downstairs, backyard. Han Jingli stood in the corridor, with cigarette butts scattered at his feet. He looked up slightly, his eyes seemed to be looking at the sky, and his mind flashed many past events. The young boy stood in the corridor of the old-fashioned house. His little body was chilly. He knew that he was too weak to blow such cold wind and snow. Otherwise, he was seriously ill, but he could not help standing there watching the snow. It was the only impression that his mother left him. The snow was falling all over the sky. The middle-aged woman stood in front of the window, watching the snow fall, like waiting for something, like remembering something. All the past has settled, but ironically, in this big world, only the cold snow makes him feel less lonely. In my memory, the little girl ran into the snow, clumsily piled up a naive snowman, stroke his name on the snow dregs. He once thought that those memories had been erased and only revenge was left. But whenever he looked up and saw the snowflakes, he would feel sad. It was not very strong. It was fine and dense. It seemed that it was rooted in his heart. If he moved a little, it would be a river of blood. "Brother Jingli..." After making a snowman, the little girl ran over as if seeking a reward. She hid her red hands and wore a clean smile on her cheek. This smile once accompanied him through the coldest and darkest years of his life, but he finally lost her. Memory seems to overlap with reality. In the cold yard, the little girl is still making a snowman. The young boy is not just looking at her. She treats him with sincerity. He feels that he has nothing to repay, so he returns her with sincerity. If life can stay in the memory of the best years forever, he would rather later all did not happen, he did not personally push her away, also did not get involved in those fame and wealth disputes in the treacherous plot, he is just her brother Jingli, life, protect her well. But it's going to rain, my mother wants to get married, life in the world, how can there be so many if? It wasn't until the cigarette end on his fingertip burned to his finger that he got out of his memory. His eyes were empty, which was totally different from the scene in his memory. Han Jingli felt as if his heart had been pulled by something at this moment, and he nearly cried because of the pain. Since the death of his mother, he knelt down in front of the cold body. After a big cry of grief, he never cried again. But at this moment, it seems that all the dust and resentment are scattered like the snowflake, and how much deep hatred has been wiped clean with the joys and sorrows. Han Jingli threw away his cigarette butts, walked into the courtyard with his slender thighs. It had been snowing for several hours. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. He squatted down and touched the cold snowflakes with his slender fingers. It was like touching the deepest memory hidden in his heart. In an instant, the memory spread to all parts of him Over the years, he never forgot. By memory, he gradually pieced together a snowman, and then reshaped it bit by bit. Even if there was something missing in the snowman, he remembered it very clearly. Before he knew it, a snowman with an unsightly appearance piled up. He stood in front of the snowman with a trance look. There was a white snowflake on his shoulder, and he was unconscious. After a long time, he raised his frozen hand, took out a black mobile phone and took a picture seriously. Maybe he was not satisfied with the shooting. He took several pictures in a row before he stopped.The accumulation of snow water wet his trousers, his limbs frozen stiff and incongruous, but he still stood in a desolate snow, like a clay sculpture, motionless. The night is long. Han Jingli is standing in the snow. His body seems to be covered with a layer of isolation. It's hard to wipe away the blood carved into his bones Lonely Imperial hospital. Yunweiyang finally came out from the intensive care unit. Youlan and they were waiting outside. When they saw her coming out, they almost got up from the chair and their eyes were almost glued to yunweiyang. This man looks as if he is normal, and he doesn't want to commit suicide Well, brother, steady! "Sister in law, that The old man's condition is stable now. It's OK. Don't worry about it. " Qin Ye doesn't know what to say. The coffin seems to be pestling there. He first reports the situation of Huo Jiye. The cloud didn't the Yang face have no facial expression of swept him one eye, "EH." Qin Ye secretly pinched a cold sweat, "how about boss..." Yun Weiyang: "OK." She said well, in fact, there is no change. Youlan and Lingtian have seen it. Whether they can wake up or not depends on Huo tingxiao's willpower. If he doesn't want to wake up, he can't be saved even if he doesn't want to. "Then you..." Qin night a face is muddled force, said a beginning. Yun Weiyang: "it's going to light." Qin ye: "ah?" Is their sister-in-law masochistic?
