CEO, You Look Like My Daddy

The next morning, the sun had not completely crossed the horizon, the eastern sky was still white with fish bellies, and a few clouds floated slowly, like an old man at dusk, who had not walked out of 100 meters from east to West for a long time.

Beside a remote horse farm on the outskirts of Xiangcheng, it is backed by hills. In the distance, the trees are tall and luxuriant, blocking out the sun, but near it is a grassland with a slow slope.

Full of green, crystal clear dewdrops dangling on the green and thick green leaves, like tears hanging on the face of beauty, are lovable.

When the wind blows, the grass sea spreads out layer by layer and fluctuates continuously.

This is the closest place to nature and freedom.

Even breathing is much easier.

But there is an unknown tombstone in an empty place.

The tombstone is out of tune with the environment under its feet. It stands here squarely, but there is no name of the dead or photos of the dead.

But the surroundings are very clean and tidy. There is no waste grass or fallen leaves. It is often trimmed and cleaned.

When the wind passes through it, the trimmed grass swings slightly with it. The rustling sound whispers like a contralto singing a nursery rhyme that makes people fall asleep. It is quiet and warm, sending a day's peace to the owner here.

Footsteps came slowly and steadily in the distance, approaching the tombstone step by step.

The shiny black leather shoes were spotless and stopped in front of the tombstone.

"I don't know. Do you like such a place?"

The mute voice of male and female was low.

He bent down and put a bunch of pure white roses in front of the monument. Before he got up, he brushed his index finger gently and waved off the dew on a petal.

"They put you here. It's really easy for me to find." his voice couldn't distinguish joy and anger, and said that the word was put rather than buried.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His narrow eyes looked around behind the mask and smiled: "the environment is not bad, but it's boring without good wine and food."

"Or did you change to a vegetarian after you died?" his voice was low, and his words seemed ironic and angry.

No one answered when the wind moved through the grass.

The man paused for a few seconds, and the shiny brand-name leather shoes moved two steps impatiently. Then, he raised his feet and stepped on the stele.

The man smiled grimly, as if dissatisfied that no one had answered his question.

It shouldn't be so quiet.

Such silence makes people angry.

Silence for a long time, until the slightly pursed lips gradually relaxed, and the slightly heavy breathing returned to normal, the talent recalled the lips and continued to speak to the tombstone: "by the way, I heard you fell in love with a man."

He smiled sarcastically: "ha ha, it's really a woman. She can never get rid of stupid love."

"You used to be such a perfect work of art and the Pearl left by heaven on earth, but you are here because of a man. Now you can only be accompanied by dust. It really disappoints me..."

The two fingers of the man's right hand gently stroked his mask, and the faint light in his eyes seemed to be remembering the past days.

"It's really disobedient."

He murmured like a disobedient child.

But the look in his eyes became more and more ferocious.

"I said, if you want to die, you can only die in my hands."

The mask does not cover the thin lips, gently spit out the most cruel words.

The rose petals in front of the tombstone tremble with the wind, pure and demonic.

Like that woman.

"Talilina, I'm back."

The wind sobbed in the grass. The man took out the handkerchief in his chest pocket, gently unfolded it and waved it with the wind.

He squatted down slowly and wiped the tombstone.

The action is gentle, but the words are like Satan's orders.

"Don't think you're dead, everything can end. As long as I don't die, the game... Must continue."

"Lie down in this damn place and watch how those people are killed by me one by one."

With that, he turned and left. The tombstone was still standing quietly, but the footprints on it were bright.

It seems that he is leaving a trace of having been here. The man didn't erase that footprint alone.

——

In the villa, three people sit separately on the sofa in the living room.

They are Ning Jiwei, Mo Jue and Dou Dou who just arrived this morning.

Ning Jiwei put one leg on the knee of the other leg. In his hand was aunt Lan's freshly brewed tea, and he was slowly steaming. The soft cotton sweater was attached to him. He was stunned by his simple home clothes, which showed a king's temperament.

Mo Jue leaned heavily on the sofa, and his two long legs couldn't stretch straight. He could only curl up between the sofa and the coffee table.

A cigarette was burning between his fingers, and there was an ashtray on the armrest of the sofa, which had borne a lot of cigarette butts.

"Dou Ge asked you to come?" Mo Jue looked at Dou Dou on the single sofa, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a tut: "he really values you. He allows you to come forward in everything, and uses you more than Dou Ming."

Dou Dou smiled and said tactfully, "the second brother is responsible for all the information networks of Dou's family. He is very busy every day. The only time he has is still used to chat with lol. where can he be distracted to do anything else?"

He took a sip of tea and said modestly, "I'm just a handyman."

Can hear that Mo Jue's words are joking, but even if it's a joke, Dou Dou's answer is still watertight, which is undoubtedly the most appropriate.

It will not appear that he is unfamiliar with Dou's brothers, nor will it give people a feeling that he has overwhelmed Dou Ming.

Never give anyone a chance to sow discord.

As the third young master of the Dou family recognized by Dou Ge and Dou Ming, Dou Dou is different from Dou GE's frankness and rudeness and Dou Ming's dull focus. In dealing with people and things, he is more like the best candidate trained by Dou Canghai and Nan Yan. He is smooth and decisive, but he can be alone before he is 20.

When he followed Jian Haixi before, he already showed many advantages. The longer the time, he became sharper and sharper like a polished sword.

Ning Ji and Mo Jue have known him well for a long time, otherwise Mo Jue would not joke with him.

"Cut, I'm a kid. I haven't seen you for such a long time. I really have more eyes." Mo jubai glanced at him.

Dou Dou smiled: "I don't have the skill of my eldest brother and the intelligence of my second brother. I don't have many hearts to fight with you. Otherwise, I don't know if I've been sold by you?"

"This little devil is still such a ghost." Mo Jue smiled, pointed to Dou Dou and said to Ning Jiwei, "Dou Ge sent this little devil specially because he was afraid of losing his mouth fight."

Ning Jiwei also smiled. Although Dou Ge and Dou Ming were powerful, the Dou family still lacked Dou Dou's character.

Mo Jue asked Dou Dou, "since you're here, I'm afraid you won't go?"

According to Dou GE's character, knowing that there is something wrong in Xiangcheng, it is impossible to just let Dou Dou go and send a letter. He should have sent a helper to them.

"Yes, my brother told me to stay here and give you a hand." Dou Dou smiled, "especially learn from you two to bring back the advanced experience here."

"Well, you can wear a high hat. Just hold it again." Mo Jue put out the cigarette end in the ashtray and waved his hand.

I've been joking and drinking tea.

After greeting, Ning Jiwei said, "what news do you have from Dou Ge?"

In other words, what kind of news makes Dou Ge feel that he can't speak clearly in the phone and video. He must have a trusted person come by himself.

When he mentioned business, Dou Dou immediately looked right and handed him the envelope he had brought: "you'll know after reading this."