Mysterious lover: See you tonight, President

"Mom, here," he said, poking his heart in a hard voice, "it hurts, it hurts."

Han's mother couldn't help but kneel on the ground and hold her son in her arms, sobbing.

She couldn't understand why he Meimei's marriage would be like this, why her daughter and her son would suffer such suffering. Even the master said that they were made in heaven

Han Zhaoxue stayed in the old house for one night, and the next day he entrusted a lawyer to divide the property.

And he himself is more often sitting in a daze.

He thought he had enough hard heart to keep her in his own world and not allow her to escape. But the moment he saw that she hurt himself, he knew he couldn't be cruel.

People, when you are young, don't talk too much, and don't walk too far, just as he was so confident that he would not fall in love with white pigment.

Emotion has never been controlled by others. He has wasted too much time. Now when he wants to go back and make up for it, he doesn't need it any more.

The lawyer called him several times before he came back to himself. He dropped the pen on the ground.

The lawyer helped his glasses and said, "Mr. Han, I think this one can be modified..."

The lawyer said, elaborated his own point of view, Han Zhaoxue after hearing the nod way, "you see do it, don't stand in my point of view, as far as possible to arrange their mother and daughter after life."

The lawyer was a bit surprised. He had worked for so many years in this kind of rich divorce case. When he first met Han Zhaoxue, who had a fortune of more than 100 million, when he divorced, he had a heart for his wife and children.

Han Zhaoxue finished, and bent down to pick up the pen.

The pen fell to the tip of the pen. Han Zhaoxue frowned and drew twice on the paper. He found that it was no longer usable. He threw the pen into a storage box on the desk, opened the drawer and took a new one.

When I close the drawer, I suddenly see a picture in it. It's a picture taken by Fang Tang when he and Bai Su participated in the parent-child sports meeting of the school.

When he came back, he washed it himself.

His office is very monotonous. Except for things related to work, there are no other things, no matter small ornaments or flowers.

After Han Zhaolin came here once, he made a few pots of meat for him on his own initiative. As a result, the leaves fell out before he arrived in a month.

In Han Zhaolin's words, the air-conditioning he emits is more powerful than the radiation of the computer, so he can make the work place as impersonal as the mechanical room.

So that day, when he saw this picture, he had an impulse to develop it, frame it and put it in his office.

But he is always busy, today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, pushing and pushing, even he forgot it, now see this picture, those memories gradually recover.

At this moment, all of a sudden, I can understand the saying that time does not wait.

There are some things that you don't do at that time. In the future, you may never have a chance to do again.

He gently stroked the photo, Bai Suwei narrowed her eyes, the wind blowing her hair, her lips smile quiet and comfortable, and he side face, hook lips looking at her, at that moment, his eyes only her.

"Is this Mrs. Han?"

Han Zhaoxue recovered, nodded, and was about to put the photo away. He didn't like to share his story with others.

The lawyer frowned and said, "is Mrs. Han's surname Shen?"

"No

Han Zhaoxue turned and said, "have you seen her?"

The lawyer shook his head. "I think it's familiar. I think it's a mistake."

Han Zhaoxue didn't ask any more, but said, "just send me email after tonight."

"Good."

Han Zhaoxue went out with the photo.

He drove to a small shopping mall nearby. Today is the weekend. Although it has just snowed, there are still a lot of people in the shopping mall.

It's almost Christmas, and the theme of the mall's layout has changed. The salesman at the door has changed into Santa Claus. Han Zhaoxue vaguely remembers that she seems to have never had Christmas for many years.

What were you doing last Christmas?

The memory is a little vague. It seems that he is signing a contract. In the middle of the night, mu Yunze calls and complains with him, asking him to pick up Bai Su and his daughter.

What did he say at that time? He said, isn't Zhaolin there.

If you think about it carefully, he hasn't accompanied their mother and daughter well for so many years. Even the most unreliable Han Zhaolin is more qualified than his father and husband.

No wonder Nannan always kisses her uncle.

Han Zhaoxue picked a simple white photo frame and put in the precious family photo.

The waiter looked at the picture and praised, "Sir, your wife and daughter are so beautiful."

Han Zhaoxue's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and he whispers "thank you". He installs the photo frame and leaves the mall.

The white pigment didn't wake up until after midnight.

After burning all day and night, when I wake up, my voice is as dry as the fire.

Jiang Yifan gave her water, her consciousness slowly out of chaos, opened her eyes, looked around, for a long time just said, "how can I be in the hospital?"

"You don't remember," Jiang Yifan sat by the bed and reached for her forehead. "You had a fever, burned all day and all night, and locked yourself in the room. If Xiao Song hadn't called me, you would have been a fool. You would not have taken care of yourself if you were such an adult."

"I'm sorry," said Bai Su, who was still a little pale, but much better than before. "I've given you trouble."

"If you're OK, just stay well. I'll call the doctor."

After Jiang Yifan went out, Bai Su took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It's really a day later. It's 9 p.m. on Sunday.

After the doctor checked the white pigment, he changed two bottles of infusion water for her. The white pigment frowned and said in a low voice, "can't I go home and take medicine? I still need infusion?"

Jiang Yifan side to help debug infusion speed, while the way, "your body temperature has not completely dropped, I help you ask for leave, you do not have to worry about tomorrow's work, obediently recuperate."

"I have something to do tomorrow."

When she said that she was about to pull out the needle, Jiang Yifan pressed his hand and frowned, "what's more important than the body? It's like a child when you're such an adult. "

Bai Su pursed her lips and said seriously, "I have to go back."

Jiang Yifan stared at her for a few seconds, compromise way, "these two bottles of water hang up, I send you back, OK, it's very cold outside, don't come back to toss, OK?"

Bai Su took a look at the hanging water and asked the nurse, "how long will it take for these two bottles of water to hang up?"

"Three hours. Hey, don't adjust the speed. It's too fast."

Bai Su is a little upset. "Can I go to the toilet?"

"Just a moment."

The nurse worked hard for a long time to fix it for her, and then she pushed the shelf to the bathroom.

She wanted to go out for a breath, too long dream, almost let her out of breath.

Shortly after Bai Su left, the mobile phone on the bed suddenly rang.

Jiang Yifan picked it up, saw Han Zhaoxue, hesitated for two seconds, pressed the answer, "hello."

Han Zhaoxue a Leng, the lip Cape couldn't help pressing, "how is it you? What about the white pigment? "

"Bai Su went to the bathroom," Jiang Yifan said, "Mr. Han, I have to apologize to you for what happened the night before yesterday. Didn't I hurt you?"