After working as a stand-in for a big boss, my annual salary will be tens of billions

Chapter 420 Who Is She

The facial features are somewhat similar to Zhai Lin's, but they are completely non-offensive and beautiful.

Guo Guo looked at him blankly, stammered a thank you, and his face turned slightly red.

"A gift for Zhai Lin?" Zhai Heng's eyes fell on his hand.

Kuomintang didn't know there would be many people there, so he didn't have a greeting gift in his hand, but he politely opened the lid and gave him a few candies, "This is the flavor of lychee. My brother and sister Jiang usually like to eat it the most."

Zhai Heng only took one, "I'll go see him."

Knowing that this meant that the two of them had a conversation, Guomin nodded, "I'll send it to my brother later."

Zhai Heng pushed open the bedroom door.

There were no lights on inside, but the windows were open and the sunlight was pouring in. There were drawing papers everywhere and a strong smell of paint.

Zhai Lin didn't even raise his head, and said in a irritable tone, "Get out."

Zhai Heng took a step forward and stepped on a painting thrown by the door. The soles of his shoes covered most of the face, leaving only one almond-shaped eye that was bent as if smiling at him.

He looked down at that eye, not knowing what was going on. He moved his feet inadvertently, bent down to pick up the painting that had been accidentally stepped on, and patted it.

Almond eyes, red lips, waist-length curly hair, and a bright and flamboyant little face.

Looking around, every picture on the ground is of her, sitting or standing, in various colors.

"It's been long enough to remember your sweetheart."

Zhai Heng suppressed the sudden unknown emotion, put down the drawing paper and walked in. However, he deliberately avoided the paintings depicting women and spent some time before walking to the window.

Zhai Lin was focusing on a seaside landscape painting when he heard a familiar voice and raised his head.

The sun outside was dazzling, and the face of the man standing against the light was hidden in the darkness. Zhai Lin squinted slightly, "Brother?"

Only then did he react a little more, put down his pen, stood up, and asked the only question he cared about, "Is the operation successful?"

Zhai Heng nodded, with a shallow smile on his lips, and his words were very dangerous, "I'm fine, and you've made yourself like this again? Take over the company and be the hands-off shopkeeper for a whole year?"

Zhai Lin lowered his head and started writing again, "You are back, please continue to take care of me."

Zhai Heng walked to the easel and looked at the island that was almost taking shape. He suddenly forgot what he wanted to say and only felt that it looked familiar.

"Where is this?"

Zhai Lin said: "The last place Jiang Nuannuan and I went to was Bawe Island."

Zhai Heng glanced at the portrait at his feet, "Are you following her?"

"Ah."

"Have we ever been there."

Zhai Lin frowned, a little irritated by the question, but suppressed and said: "You never go out, how can you get there?"

He was either in the hospital or on his way to the hospital.

Yes.

How could he feel like he had been there?

A dazzling light hit his eyes. Zhai Heng lowered his eyes and found that it was the light refracted from the ruby ​​ring on Zhai Lin's finger.

A wave of heart palpitations hit him. He frowned and covered his chest and took two steps back. "The kid is waiting for you downstairs. Go have lunch with him."

Zhai Lin paused his hand slightly, finally sighed and put it down.

Zhai Heng felt unwell and returned to his room. After closing the door, he raised his hand and realized that he had brought back the girl Zhai Lin had drawn.

He put the painting on the table, turned around, and saw that the photo of him and his grandmother on the bedside table was broken, and his face was cut with each broken glass.

There are many medical instruments stored in this bedroom. Zhai Heng can no longer use them now, and it is inconvenient to move the things. The servant arranged the master bedroom in another place.

Unexpectedly, he would come, and several people hurriedly came in with cleaning tools. "Young Master, this bedroom has not been dealt with yet. You should go elsewhere to rest first."

In my impression, Zhai Heng doesn't have high material pursuits. It doesn't matter if he changes rooms to sleep in. He is very easy to talk to.

This time, Zhai Heng refused.

Ignoring the servant's reminder, he took out the photo of the three of them from the broken glass. He only remembered that it was taken with his family before he became seriously ill and underwent surgery.

But why is there a gold ring on the ring finger?

When did he get married?

There was no such ring anywhere in the bedroom.

Zhai Heng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the photos and his fingers in trance.

"Who made this pair of rings custom-made?"

He called the housekeeper to inquire.

The housekeeper was confused, "Wait a minute, let me check. You haven't worn any jewelry since you got sick."

Zhai Heng was silent, but what he was thinking about was why he said this was a pair of rings. Did it originally have two rings?

My heart started to throb again.

He clutched his chest, sat back on the bed, and waited quietly for the results.

The housekeeper inquired about all his personal bills and purchase records. He was confused by the results, and Zhai Heng was also a little surprised.

"There is no relevant consumption record. I checked the vault and there is no such ring."

There was only one possibility: it was worthless and was accidentally lost by him without even realizing it.

"It's worthless."

Zhai Heng felt something was wrong. Why was it worthless?

He looked at the painting on the table again and asked the housekeeper in an erratic voice, "Have I seen her before?"

The housekeeper looked at Jiang Nuannuan's portrait on the table and said, "I met the old lady once at her birthday party before, and then you went abroad to prepare for heart transplant surgery. It should only be a one-time encounter."

see once.
Zhai Heng was silent again.

The housekeeper thought something was wrong with him and said nervously: "Are you okay? Your face doesn't look good. Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to call the doctor?"

"No need." Zhai Heng unbuttoned his shirt and said warmly: "Go down and I'll take a nap."

"Then you can call me anytime."

The housekeeper was worried and contacted the doctor who would be at home anytime.

Zhai Heng was lying on the bed, his eyes wandering to where he was. His heart was beating fast in his chest, as if he wanted to rush out and tell him the truth.

That's not the case, that's not how things should develop.

Why was that face engraved in my mind after seeing it once? Wasn't it Zhai Lin's late sweetheart?

After a long time, he couldn't help but click on his phone and looked up Jiang Nuannuan's lifetime information.

Netizens' comments about her are very interesting. The woman who must never be mentioned in front of the big guys has a legendary life.

Zhai Heng didn't know what was affecting him. He didn't sleep all night, and it wasn't until noon the next day that he finished browsing all the news about her.

There was an indescribable sense of familiarity, and the more I looked at that bright smile, the more I felt that they seemed to have known each other for a long time, and that they should have known each other.

(Commentary: Oh, it’s different from what I expected. The extra chapter won’t be available today, haha)

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