I'm nice please be nice to me

Chapter 94
Because it was a family reunion, Han Dong left at this time, it would always look bad.

Even though Han Dong was very uncomfortable, he still knew the general situation.

After Aunt Shang took Mengmeng away, everyone else was chatting in the office and conference room.

Han Dong really didn't have the energy to entertain these people.He simply lay on the table without moving, and kept replaying the experiences of the past few days in his mind.

In the afternoon, Han Dong's father came to his side and patted him gently.

"Dongzi went out with me for a walk." Father was very kind, which was never before.

"Okay..." Han Dong subconsciously got up and followed behind his father.

Grandpa went downstairs.

Walking on the forest path in the factory.

Father broke the deadlock: "You were so big when your grandfather brought you over, but now you have grown taller and grown up."

Han Dong was a little embarrassed. His father didn't treat him like this before, and they would quarrel every time they met, but this time his father's tone was filled with infinite kindness, which made it difficult for Han Dong to accept it for a while, and he held it in for a long time. Hold back a sentence: "Should I call you dad now? Or should I call you uncle..."

Han Dong's father was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Let's call you Dad. After listening to you call me Dad for so many years, I'm really not used to changing your name suddenly. How is your writing?"

Han Dong shrugged his shoulders: "It's a mess, there are too many worrying things, can't I write it in?"

Han Dong is telling the truth, since he came to Spring City, his life has never stopped.If you want to calm down and write something quietly, it is harder than climbing to the sky.

Father smiled wryly: "After you take over your second uncle's factory, you will have more worries. I'm afraid you will have to give up your dream by then."

"Hey..." Han Dong let out a long sigh: "Let's take a step and see it?"

The father said righteously: "Don't worry? At that time, you can transfer the factory to our family's name, and I can help you manage it. If it's really not possible, isn't there your brother?"

Han Dong looked at the so-called father in front of him.

I understood it all at once.

The person in front of him is so strange, he suddenly treats him so well, so there is a purpose.

Second uncle is not dead yet?

He was already thinking about his second uncle's property.

In his eyes, brotherhood is not as beneficial to him as a factory.

He is not his father, not his uncle, not even the brother of the second uncle, he is just a philistine businessman, nothing more.

Han Dong smiled bitterly: "Dad, I will consider what you said."

Father nodded: "Well, well..."

The conversation between the two father and son ended here, and the father didn't mention anything, not even a word of concern.

Naturally, Han Dong couldn't speak, and after walking for a while, his father excused himself to visit his stepmother, and then left.

In the evening, the family had a meal together.

Aunt Shang came, but Mengmeng did not.

Really like what Aunt Shang said, Mengmeng needs a little time to digest this matter.

After dinner, my father and stepmother were going back to their hometown, and my uncle, aunt, and Han Chun were also going to catch the last train to the capital.

Auntie Monk sent away the second uncle and his party, and Auntie Shang drove Han Dong home in a car.

There was deathly silence along the way, Han Dong wanted to ask Mengmeng about her current situation, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

I and Mengmeng are no longer lovers, excessive concern will only cause more misunderstandings.

There was nothing to say all the way, after 10 o'clock in the evening, Han Dong, who had not returned home for three days, finally returned home exhausted.

Xiao Nuo still stood at the door, still waiting there silently.

At this moment, Han Dong's heart, which was completely sealed by ice, suddenly felt a little warmth.

He smiled helplessly at Xiao Nuo.

Without speaking, he returned to his room silently.

He is so cold, everything in the house is cold.

He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, expecting the warmth to come, but the more so, the more dignified the cold feeling became.

He got up, ran quickly to the kitchen, randomly found a bottle of wine on the wine rack, and then no matter what kind of wine it was, he unscrewed the cap and poured the wine into his mouth desperately.

A burning sensation spread from his mouth to his stomach, and then slowly spread to his whole body.

Han Dong finally arrived at a little bit of warmth, but soon, this little bit of warmth was occupied by a feeling of coldness again.

He could only pour the bitter wine into his mouth.

One sip, two sips, one bottle, two bottles, as long as he stopped the icy feeling would swallow it up.

Why is this happening?

Han Dong was puzzled.

All along, he has been working hard.

Work hard and work hard.

He tried his best to maintain the relationship between friends.

He tried his best to fight for love.

But he did get something.

To be a man, to become what he is today, failure has become synonymous with him.

Do things, live to this day and accomplish nothing.

He worked hard to maintain his friend, but what did he get? The friend's deception, the friend's calculation.

What else is there...

As for love, it is even more ridiculous.

For more than 30 years, I finally mustered up the courage to love someone desperately, but in the end, that person was my half-sister.

What kind of life is this, what is going on in this world.

Doesn't it mean that for everyone who is serious about life, life will reward him with double goodness?

But why is it different now?

Tears rolled in the eyes.

But he just wouldn't let them stay.

He refused to bow his head to fate.

Only cowards shed tears.

……

Xiao Nuo has been following this Han Dong all the time. These days, this man is too weird.

After going out for three days, there was no news about what happened to him and why he was so lost.

Watching him go upstairs, watching him hide under the quilt, watching him rush into the kitchen like escaping, watching him drink like crazy.

A voice was vaguely heard in the ear: "Cold..."

She was a little surprised, and looked at Han Dong's mouth in surprise: "It's cold...I'm so cold..."

She was startled, and then ecstatically pricked up her ears to listen, but this time she heard nothing again.

Han Dong was still pouring wine into his mouth, while Xiao Nuo leaned against the door frame and watched silently.

She wanted to comfort this man, but he didn't know what to do to calm down the man in front of him.

Finally he walked over and squatted down slowly.

Then, using the most primitive method, he hugged Han Dong tightly into his arms.

At first, Han Dong was still struggling.

After a while, he finally calmed down.

Leaning her head on Xiao Nuo's lap, she curled up tightly into a ball.

Just lying there quietly, quietly... as if there were only him and Xiao Nuo in the whole time and space.

Gradually, he finally fell asleep.

After three days, he finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep...

(End of this chapter)