Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

"Mom, here," he said in a harsh voice, "it's too painful. It's too painful."

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

She couldn't understand why her marriage with Meimei was like this, why her daughter and her son suffered from this kind of torment. Obviously, even the master said that they were made in heaven

Han Zhaoxue spent one night in the old house, and the next day entrusted a lawyer to do property division.

And he himself is more often sitting on the side in a daze.

He thought he had enough hard heart to keep Bai Su in his own world and not allow her to escape. But when he saw Bai Su's self injury, he knew that he could not be cruel.

People, when you are young, don't talk too much, and don't walk too far, just like he said confidently that he would not fall in love with Bai su.

Feelings have never been controlled by people. He wasted too much time. Now when he wants to make up for it, Bai Su no longer needs it.

He was in a state of spontaneity. The lawyer called him several times before he regained his mind and 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 nodded after hearing, "you can do it, do not need to consider from my point of view, to arrange their mother and daughter's future life as much as possible."

Lawyer is a bit surprised. He has been in the business for so many years. In this kind of divorce case of rich people, the two sides have made a lot of trouble. They would like to fight for their own rights and interests. The first time he saw Han Zhaoxue with a fortune of more than 100 million yuan, he had a heart for his wife and children when he divorced.

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 closing the drawer, I suddenly saw a picture in it. It was a picture that fangtang had taken when he and Bai Su participated in the parent-child sports meeting of Nannan school.

When he came back, he washed it himself.

His office is very monotonous, in addition to work-related things, other no matter small decorations or flowers and plants, nothing.

After Han Zhaolin visited him once, he made up his own mind to get several pots of meat for him. As a result, the leaves fell off within a month.

In Han Zhaolin's words, the air conditioning he sends out is more severe than the radiation from the computer, which means that he can make the working place as impersonal as the machine room.

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

But he is always busy, pushing today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, pushing, even he himself has forgotten this matter, now see this picture, those memories gradually revive.

At this moment, I can understand that time is not waiting for this sentence.

Some things you didn't do at that time may never have a chance to do them again.

He gently stroked the photo, Bai Suwei squinted her eyes, the breeze blew her hair disorderly, her lips smile peaceful and comfortable, and he side face, hook lip looking at her, at that moment, his eyes only her.

"Is this Mrs. Han?"

Han Zhaoxue regained consciousness, nodded his head, and was about to put away the photos. He didn't like to share his story with others.

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

"No

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

The lawyer shook his head. "It's just that I feel familiar. It should be a mistake."

Han Zhaoxue didn't ask more, just said, "it's OK to send my email after it's finished tonight."

"Good."

Han Zhaoxue went out with a picture.

He drove to the nearby mall. Today is the weekend. Although it has just snowed, there are still many people in the mall.

It's almost Christmas, and the theme of the shopping mall has changed. The salesmen at the door have been dressed as Santa Claus. Han Zhaoxue vaguely remembers that she has not had Christmas for many years.

What were you doing at Christmas last year?

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 and asks him to pick up Bai Su and Nan Nan.

What he said at that time, he said, isn't Zhaolin there.

Think carefully, for so many years, he did not accompany their mother and daughter. Even the most unreliable Han Zhaolin is more qualified than his father and husband.

No wonder the girl always kisses her brother-in-law.

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

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

Han Zhaoxue, with a gentle brow and eyes, whispered "thank you" and installed the photo frame and left the shopping mall.Bai Su didn't wake up until after midnight.

Burned for a day and a night, wake up, voice with the fire burned the same, dry can't say a word.

Jiang Yifan gave her water, her consciousness slowly dragged away from chaos, opened her eyes, looked around, for a long time then said, "how can I be in the hospital?"

"You don't remember," Jiang Yifan, sitting by the bed, reached for her forehead. "You have a fever, burned all day and night, but you locked yourself in the room. If Xiao Song didn't call me, you would have been burnt silly. If you were so grown-up, you would not have taken care of yourself."

"I'm sorry," Bai Su's face is still a little pale, but it's much better than before. "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's ok if you're OK. Stay well. I'll call the doctor."

After Jiang Yifan went out, Bai Su took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. As expected, it was already a day later. Now it is nine o'clock on Sunday evening.

After the doctor had checked Bai Su, he changed two bottles of infusion water for her. Bai Su frowned and whispered, "can't I take medicine at home? Do I need to have infusion?"

Jiang Yifan helped to adjust the infusion speed, while saying, "your temperature has not completely dropped. I asked for leave for you. You don't have to worry about going to work tomorrow. You can recuperate well."

"I have something else to do tomorrow."

She said to pull out the needle, Jiang Yifan pressed his hand, frowned, "what is more important than the body? How can you look like a child when you are such an adult. "

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

Jiang Yifan stares at her for a few seconds, compromises and says, "after these two bottles of water are hung up, can I send you back? It's very cold outside. Don't go back and forth again, OK?"

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

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

Bai Su was a little upset, "so I can go to the toilet?"

"Wait a minute."

The nurse worked hard for a long time and finished it for her. Then she pushed the shelf and went to the bathroom.

She wanted to go out and breathe. Her dream was so long that she could hardly breathe.

Not long after Bai Su left, the mobile phone on the bed suddenly rang.

Jiang Yifan took it up and saw it was Han Zhaoxue. He hesitated for two seconds and pressed to answer, "hello."

Han Zhaoxue a Leng, lip cape can not help but cover, "how is you? What about Baisu

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

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