rebirth pitted phoenix girl

Chapter 325

What would happen if I met you in a previous life?

Xie Hongan, the chairman of the Xie Group who started from scratch and created the business myth of the imperial capital, died suddenly of a heart attack. The shares of the Xie Group under his name were inherited by his wife and daughter.

Less than half a month after Xie Hongan passed away, his third wife, Pei Yilan, wanted to sell her shares and go abroad to settle down. He Moyi received her cooperation intention to ask her younger brother's opinion.

It was early autumn, and he was sitting by the window in a thin gray shirt.

He Moyi followed his gaze and saw the leaves fluttering and falling outside the window. It turned out that it was already autumn.

"What are you looking at?" From the initial heartache to the later numbness, he still couldn't help but feel distressed seeing his younger brother step by step. People in their 30s live in front of the computer all day in the villa, and no one can persuade them. listen.If there hadn't been that accident, the wife should be by her side and the children would be safe now, right?

He Mohui was silent for a moment, turned the wheelchair back to the sofa, and said as if he had been thinking for a long time: "I had a dream."

He Moyi immediately asked, "What dream did you have?"

"It's nothing." He slightly hooked the corner of his mouth: "What do you want to see me for?"

If he didn't want to say it, no one could pry it out of his mouth, He Moyi could only explain his intention.

"Xie Hongan is also a genius, but he died too early. The Xie family has a bright future, but Pei Yilan's bid is too high, so it hurts a bit."

He Mohui shook his head and chuckled: "The Pei family's capital turnover is not good enough to sell the shares of the Xie family. We will take it over as a hot potato. Don't we still have the son-in-law of the Xie family?" Xie Hongan's son-in-law is the son of the secretary of the city. What is he going to do? The He family cannot confront him head-on. One thing more is worse than one thing less.

Does that mean you disagree?
The part-time worker's aunt brought hot tea, and He Moyi held the hot tea and watched his younger brother in a daze. I don't know when, the most thing he did here was to be in a daze.

"What's the matter? I'm in a daze when I get here." On the contrary, He Mohui couldn't stand his sullen look.

He Moyi stared at him in silence for a long time, "Are you really not going to find a girlfriend?" Because of his health, no one in the family dared to force him to find a girlfriend, but everyone was more impatient than him.

He Mohui smiled lightly, "Brother, please persuade Mom, I have no intention of finding a girlfriend, it's fine to be alone."

For so many years, he only had this one argument, and He Moyi hesitated to speak. At that time, his younger brother thought that there was no cure and committed suicide by jumping off the building. The sequelae was paralysis of the lower limbs. Not long after that, he found someone who could provide him with bone marrow. The regret spread forever in his parents In my heart, if I had been careful at the time, he would be able to be treated successfully if he waited a few more days, and he wouldn't be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life...

"Okay, brother, don't make that expression, hurry up and have a nephew with your sister-in-law, Tiantian is quite lonely by herself." There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "You don't have to worry about me, I have already walked out, It's just that I'm too lazy to find a girlfriend. How many people are sincere in my appearance who are willing to marry me? It's really good to be alone."

He Moyi's throat seemed to be choking on something, and he was so choked that he couldn't speak.

Before he had time to have lunch with him, He Moyi received a call from the company and left in a hurry. He Mohui watched him leave, and then sat by the window in a daze.

A piece of golden ginkgo leaves swirled in the wind and fell to the ground.

He Mohui vaguely recalled the face of the woman in his dream, drove the wheelchair back to the study room, picked up the paintbrush in his left hand and slowly traced her face, with a frown and a smile as gentle as jade.

His finger slides lightly on the paper, wanting to touch her face once, but what remains in his hand is only a piece of black, he laughs at himself, such a life can only appear in a dream, what else is he thinking about?

It was like having that dream again.

(End of this chapter)