Crimson deal, President, are you good or bad?

I don't know how long she sat on the ground, or maybe 10 minutes, or maybe 10 minutes, as long as people around her passed by, they would all look at her unanimously.

At this time, Tang Xiaoran couldn't pay attention to these things at all, she was sunk in her deep grief and couldn't extricate herself!

It wasn't until her legs were numb and dizzy that she stood up from the ground, went back to the apartment to pick up her suitcase, and walked aimlessly on the street.

In fact, it is so big, and Hong Kong is so big, but unfortunately there is no place for her Tang Xiaoran, and there will be no one waiting for her.

Eight years ago, she was just a leaf, suffering and drifting away, but there was Jing Xuan beside her, no matter how hard it was, she didn't feel bitter, she had sustenance, spiritual sustenance.

Now she is still the fallen leaf in autumn that is about to wither, and her body is covered with more scars than eight years ago. This time, she has no sustenance, and she is in a daze...

Aimless in Hong Kong, she walked for too long, and only realized when the sun was slowly setting to the west that she didn't even have a place to stay in Hong Kong.

The most important thing for the busbar is to find a house first and settle down first.

The housing prices in Hong Kong are extremely high, the environment is good, and they are located in the city center. She couldn’t afford to rent them all. In the end, she almost searched all the small streets and alleys in Hong Kong to find one. It was very small, without a bedroom, only a bathroom and a bathroom. Living room, but cheap.

She decided to live here.

When the landlord left, he said another sentence; "Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, someone died in this room, but it was only five or six years ago, so that you won't hear the neighbor's gossip and say I lied to you! "

Tang Xiaoran had already started packing her luggage. Hearing this, she said lightly, "If you're not even afraid of death, how can you be afraid of ghosts?"

The landlord frowned, unexpectedly, this girl is quite courageous.

The landlord left, Tang Xiaoran packed all the things in the suitcase, and squatted there to tidy up.

There are kitchen utensils in the living room, she hasn't had dinner yet, and there is some rice left, she is cooking porridge, after cooking, she takes out, puts two bowls on the table, and then softly shouts; "Jingxuan, wash your hands and eat. "

"..."

However, what echoed in the room was a solitude and silence, without any sound, let alone a response.

After a moment of silence, Tang Xiaoran finally realized that she had separated from Jing Xuan, and was sitting in front of the table, slowly stirring the porridge in the bowl with the spoon in her hand, instantly losing her appetite.

It has been eight years, and that habit has already been deeply rooted in the bone marrow. Now I ask for it, but no one will answer...

Not to mention that immature and soft voice calling for mother...

The emptiness in her heart was indescribable. After stirring the porridge in the bowl twice, she poured the porridge back into the pot, unable to eat any more.

Although the relationship between Jing Xuan and Su Zhengxiao is father and son, it is not too close. After all, the distance between Su Zhengxiao and Jing Xuan has been very far these years.

She was worried, whether Jing Xuan was hungry, whether he had eaten, whether he was still uncomfortable staying there, whether he would cry again!

A child is a piece of flesh on the apex of the parents' heart. When they cut it down with a knife, the pain was excruciating, and the blood flowed profusely. She took care of Jing Xuan for eight years, and within a day, she could not extricate herself from thinking about him.

It is even more likely that her original choice was wrong. If she did not agree to marry Su Zhengxiao at the beginning, and the Su family took the child away, she would also be in pain. The most enjoyable pain method is to cut the mess quickly with a knife, cut it off with a knife, and cause short pain.

Now it is a long pain, this kind of pain is fine and deep into the bone marrow, and I don't know when it will stop.

The time was too short, at night she just slept on the bed connected to the kitchen utensils, lay down for a while and then sat up, sitting by the window without saying a word, watching the moon quietly.

She thought about Jing Xuan, and couldn't fall asleep, let alone fall asleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, his small face would appear in her mind, followed by burning pain spreading all over her body, rushing and shouting.

It was too painful, and the feeling of suffocation and annihilation rushed through her body. She squatted in the corner of the wall, as if someone was strangling her neck, unable to breathe and gasp, and was about to suffocate to death.

You can't stay like this any longer!

She stood up, took the coat, locked the door of the room, hailed a taxi and left.

She wants to go to Su's house, even if she can't go in, just stay far away, just take a look...

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Su's house.

After leaving Tang Xiaoran, until night, Jing Xuan still had tears on his face, sitting on the sofa in the living room, neither eating nor drinking.

Growing up, he has never been separated from his mother for so long.

The servants were very embarrassed and made a lot of good things, but he refused to eat anything. There was really nothing he could do.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Su Zhengxiao came back from the company. He walked into the living room, and Uncle Liu truthfully explained Jingxuan's situation.

Hearing this, he frowned tightly and said, "Go let the kitchen heat up the porridge."

Uncle Liu nodded and left.

Although the weather outside was a bit cold, the climate inside the villa was very warm. He started, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, and looked at Jing Xuan who was sitting on the sofa crying with red face and eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Looking at him, Su Zhengxiao took off the tie on his shirt and undid a few buttons.

Jing Xuan's small body shrank, ignored him, and was still wiping away his tears. Being alone with Su Zhengxiao, he was still a little afraid.

"Uncle Liu, take him to take a bath." Looking at Jing Xuan's weeping face, he said; "Then remember to bring him down for dinner."

Uncle Liu responded, took his little hand and went upstairs.

Su Zhengxiao kneaded his brows, and also walked upstairs, went to the bathroom, took a shower, and when he turned down the stairs again, Jing Xuan was already sitting at the dining table.

This morning, although Tang Xiaoran didn't say those words to him, he still remembered them clearly.

She said that Jingxuan's stomach was not very good, and he had to drink porridge twice a day, so when he was still in the company, he asked the chef at home to cook porridge.

He sat in the chair, and Jing Xuan sat on the side. He sat there, neither raising his head nor moving his chopsticks, just sitting there quietly.

Su Zhengxiao has never been close to the child, so he doesn't know how to communicate with the child is the right way, just follow his own routine; "Why don't you eat?"

Jing Xuan twisted his body, but he still didn't speak, his head seemed to hang under the table.

After all, he was his own son, and although he hadn't brought it up much since he was a child, he still had some of the same blood, so it was rare for Su Zhengxiao to ask patiently; "Don't like to eat? Don't want to eat? Or is it not to your liking? Want to eat it? Let the kitchen do what you want to eat."

The child still doesn't speak, after all, he is still born.

As the president of the Su Group, he has always been swift and resolute in his words and actions, and the people under him are even more efficient in their work. What he dislikes the most is people who don't make a sound no matter how you ask them. After all, they lower their voices. Eyebrows sharpened; "Speak!"

Jing Xuan was crying, the tears were like broken beads, falling continuously, his small body was sitting there, trembling violently.

Uncle Liu couldn't bear it, stepped forward, and hugged Jing Xuan in his arms; "President Su, the young master may be missing his mother."

"Doesn't he have a long mouth? Can't speak? As a man, he cries at every turn. What does he look like?"

Uncle Liu said, "President, he is still a child, too young."

"He's eight years old, not too young. He's a man, what he wants, what he wants to do, and what's on his mind, just say it out, without saying a word, crying, that's a girl!" Su Zhengxiao said coldly; " I have no ambition or courage!"

Uncle Liu coaxed Jing Xuan softly, telling him to tell his father that crying is useless.

Jing Xuan wiped his tears; "I miss my mother, I want to eat the porridge made by my mother, I want to find my mother, I don't want to be here."

Seeing the child's pitiful begging appearance, Uncle Liu's heart was almost broken, so he pleaded with Su Zhengxiao; "Boss Su, the child is really too young, otherwise I will give it to Miss Tang tonight, and then Waiting to pick it up tomorrow will just give the child a sense of adaptation, so it won't be so strong and abrupt."

"What are you doing so late? Whether it's tonight or tomorrow night, he has to get used to it. It's just sooner or later. You are not allowed to take him anywhere. Now take him upstairs to sleep." Su Zhengxiao said in a tone cold.

Uncle Liu wanted to say something more, but seeing Su Zhengxiao's cold expression, he had no choice but to swallow everything back.

Jing Xuan started to cry, he didn't want to go to rest, he didn't want to sleep, he wanted his mother, Uncle Liu forcefully carried him upstairs, he finally lost his temper, and shouted at Su Zhengxiao; "I hate you! I hate you! I want mother! Damn it! Big bastard!"

No one scolded President Su like that, Uncle Liu was a little nervous, but fortunately Su Zhengxiao just raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything.

Half an hour later, Uncle Liu came down from the room. Su Zhengxiao was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in a bathrobe; "Sleeping?"

"Sleeping." Liu Shuwei took a breath and finally fell asleep.

Immediately after Uncle Liu said goodbye and left, when he walked to the corner of Su's house, he was shocked to see Tang Xiaoran standing in the corner; "Ma'am, why are you here?"

Her face was a little black and blue, obviously from the cold, rubbing her hands, a little embarrassed; "I'm worried, I want to come over to see Jingxuan, Uncle Liu, is he crying yet?"

Looking at her expression and listening to her words, Uncle Liu felt that she was too pitiful and lied against her will; "I didn't cry, I ate a bowl of porridge for dinner, and I'm already asleep now, do you want to go in ?”

Tang Xiaoran immediately shook her head, she just came here to know about Jingxuan's news, she won't go in now, and never will in the future!She is human and has a heart!

Uncle Liu told her about Jingxuan's room, which was facing the back garden. From this angle, she could see clearly, but the lights in the room were dark.

She stood there, staring at the window, as if she had seen his small body lying on the window, calling her mother happily.

Uncle Liu was about to leave, and asked her if she could go, so he happened to take her for a ride.

Tang Xiaoran nodded, and she left. She drove here for more than an hour on such a bitterly cold night, and squatted here for more than ten minutes, just to hear that Jing Xuan is very good.

As she walked forward, she looked back, which can almost be described as turning back three times in one step. Looking at the window, it was full of nostalgia and longing for her.

Uncle Liu couldn't help sighing softly, even a man of his age couldn't help but want to shed tears.

Su Zhengxiao walked out of the living room, and a beam of light came from a distance. He looked over, and not far away, Uncle Liu was walking forward with a woman.

That woman's figure was very familiar, her feet were even more obvious, she was clearly Tang Xiaoran.

His eyes moved slightly, and then slowly narrowed, which was full of meaning, staring at the two of them getting into the car and leaving.

After a while, he went upstairs, reached out his hand to push open the door of his room, but paused, then turned to push Jingxuan's door open.

He was already asleep, but his breathing was not steady, but rapid. It was obvious that he had cried too much just now. Su Zhengxiao didn't turn on the light, and looked over under the moonlight. The redness on his cheeks hadn't faded, and his chest was intense and short together and up and down.

After watching quietly for a while, Su Zhengxiao pulled the quilt for him, and then returned to his room.

For a whole day, Tang Xiaoran didn't sleep since she came back from Su Zhai. All she could think about was the child, so she couldn't fall asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, her face was swollen, she went to the supermarket to buy some necessities in daily life, and then bought a beautiful flower cloth.

The room must now be divided, the sleeping place and the kitchen must be divided.

She used superglue to stain one on each side of the room, pulled a thin rope, and attached the already sewn flower cloth to it.

Looking back, she looked at the situation she was in again, she smiled mockingly, and it was the right choice to let Jing Xuan live with him in the past, otherwise would she live in poverty like this?

She knew that life could no longer go on, she had no money, and she didn't even want a penny of the divorce money, so she had to make money!

I went to many companies, but as soon as they saw her legs, they directly rejected her in person, without even having time to think about it.

Tang Xiaoran has always known that her fate is miserable, but her heart is still throbbing at this level of misery.

No way, she returned empty-handed, sat on the bench, lunch was a piece of bread, looking at the bright sky, her eyes were sore that she wanted to shed tears.

But she knew that crying was useless, no one would love her, she only had herself.

Thinking of setting up a street stall on the street again, Tang Xiaoran's eyes brightened a little. She went to the wholesale market, bought some odds and ends, and planned to set up a street stall when it got dark.

As night fell slowly, she took some effort to bring those things to both sides of the street, where many people had already started to put them.

For the first time, she was very unfamiliar and laborious, and it took a lot of effort to arrange things. Others would solicit customers, but she would not, and she was a little stunned.

When a customer comes to ask the price, she will tell the truth, but she will not say any rhetoric.

On the street, a black Bentley car was moving forward slowly. Jing Xuan, Su Zhengxiao and Uncle Liu were driving in the car.

Jing Xuan lowered his head, didn't speak, and didn't look at Su Zhengxiao, but at the gloves on his lap, which his mother knitted for him.

Su Zhengxiao stared at him for a moment, then looked out of the car. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked in a certain direction.

Tang Xiaoran was still posing when she suddenly heard someone shout, "The city management is here!"

Afterwards, the merchant who was still setting up a street stall a second ago rolled up his things and started to run wildly. This was obviously the first time Tang Xiaoran encountered this kind of situation, and she didn't stop any longer. She rolled up her things in twos and one leg She limped forward and walked quickly, the things were too heavy for her to run.

A few people in police uniforms ran towards this side, holding batons in their hands, swearing something in their mouths, and chased after them.

Tang Xiaoran was too slow, the police were too fast, her heart was already in her throat, she really couldn't run with her things, and the police were already close behind.

Su Zhengxiao's eyes narrowed more and more tightly, and then he said in a low voice, "Stop!"

Hearing this, Uncle Liu stepped on the brake in a daze, not knowing what happened.

Su Zhengxiao put his hand on the doorknob, and was about to open the car door, but Tang Xiaoran just threw all those things on the ground without doing anything, and dodged to hide among the nearby vegetation.

The police didn't notice her and continued to chase her.

Withdrawing his hand again, he adjusted the collar of his suit slightly, his deep expression returned to normal, and said calmly; "Let's drive."

Through the car window, one could slightly see the unsteady figure staggering out, squatting on the ground, packing those things...

From tomorrow onwards, I will start to speed up the development of the story. Don’t worry, dear friends, this episode won’t be too long. Maybe it will be a bit long……………………………………………… ……………………………………………………