Domineering president's special love

Out of the bathroom, Rong Yao went to the window.

Raise your fingers and lift the curtains

The rain outside has no decreasing trend. Rong Yao frowned. The girl should have gone back.

After all, he refused her like that.

Put down the curtains, Rong Yao shook his head and turned into the bedroom.

Lying in bed, Rong Yao was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

Rong Yao did the same in the first two years of an accident at home. Because as soon as you close your eyes, you will think of your father's tragic death, your lost sister and your seriously ill mother

However, these years, it has been much better.

Because he is responsible for too much work for Chu Mo, every minute of his rest is precious.

Therefore, Rong Yao never wastes his private time.

But tonight

He has insomnia?

Suddenly opened his eyes, Rong Yao felt vaguely anxious. He subconsciously looked out

Mu Shiyu, let's go.

Unable to sleep, he simply sat up.

Rong Yao took out a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it... Squint and smoke once or twice.

When the smoke rose, he thought of his father again.

The last time my father left home, he told him with a smile.

"When Dad comes back, we'll go to the shooting range and compete."

Rong Yao held his jaw high. "Dad, wait and see, I will win!"

I remember my father laughed louder when he heard this.

At that time, Rong Yao didn't understand. As a father, what he wanted to see most was his own child, who was better than the blue.

Therefore, losing to his son is the greatest wish of his father's life.

Thinking of this, Rong Yao took two puffs of smoke.

Smoke anesthetizes the lungs, but not the heart

For so many years, Rong Yao thought that hatred had been paralyzed. Under the protection of Chu Mo, he lived well.

But, also just live.

Until he saw Mu's family... He seemed to have a trace of vitality.

Although, this vitality comes from hatred.

Until this moment, Rong Yao realized... Hatred to him never disappeared, just dormant.

At that time, Mu Changqing and his father Zhou Tong served the military region at the same time, and they called each other brothers.

In all respects, Rong Yao's father should be a little higher.

After a promotion, the whole family thought... It was his father.

So that morning, the family happily sent their father out.

They thought that when their father came back in the evening, the whole family would celebrate for his father.

But my father left

But never came back.

Thinking of this, Rong Yao suddenly broke the cigarette in his hand. The cigarette end hasn't been extinguished yet. He pinched it directly into his palm.

Rong Yao didn't feel the hot fire at all.

He's been out of his mind for a long time

Because I have experienced, thousands of times more painful than this.

Over the years, he has watched Mu Changqing make progress all the way, but Rong Yao dare not say a word every time he goes to worship his father.

Because he's a waste!

Only they live, but they can't do anything!

Rong Yao suddenly got up, went to the window, suddenly raised his hand and opened the curtain.

He felt that curled up in the bottom of his heart

Somewhere, suddenly wake up.

Oh.

Rong Yao hooked his lips and smiled silently. Mu Shiyu? No wonder he did it.

She brought it to the door herself.

Use her, mean?

Rong Yao frowned deeply. Then, which is more despicable than Mu Changqing who framed his brother to death for high officials and high salaries?

Rong Yao frowned and quickly walked to the cloakroom.

When I came out, I had changed my clothes.

He went to the hall, took an umbrella... And went out.