The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 749

Lin Zhihui's father finally received a sum of expensive compensation from the law.

But he didn't ask for a penny, and donated it all to local charities.

When talking about this matter, the middle-aged man with some thinning white hair shook his head and sighed,
"Oh, actually, he's really confused. With so much money, it's enough to live in a villa, marry a wife and give birth to a son who can live a life without worrying about food and clothing. Fortunately, he donated as soon as he said he would donate, and didn't keep a cent! Come on! A good-for-nothing red flag for a good citizen!"

The uncle walked away waddlingly in his coat.

"He knelt at the entrance of the branch office on this side of Lanjiang for a long time, just asking for an explanation. This matter itself is the responsibility of the group. Anyway, at least apologize? Four lives! It's not worth your condolences in person What? The result is endless shirking responsibility and talking with money. It’s a pity for those children. My sister is very beautiful and competitive. I heard that she moved here from an inland city, and the house was bought by her sister. Mortgage. "

The stylishly dressed aunt walked away coquettishly, carrying a bag of dried fish with a sigh.

"At the very beginning, the public opinion was quite strong," he said.

A barber shop owner who knew at a glance that he was a gossip lover told him,

"But after all, these things are just a moment of enthusiasm. There are endless news every day. The things that shocked everyone at the time will always be robbed of attention by another kind of shock. When everyone gradually forgets about it, he will Gone, never came back to Haitian City, this is a sad place."

The whining hair dryer rang again, and Wen Lueyan walked out of the barber shop.

The cold air was isolated by the glass door behind him, and he looked up to see the scorching sun.

In the high temperature of 38 degrees, he felt cold for no reason.

Without an umbrella, he walked on the streets of Haitian City, and soon followed the directions to the office building of the Blue River Group branch.

The boy stood tall downstairs and looked up.

The layered glass windows reflect a dazzling and cold luster in the sun, like a tall giant looking down on the ants under its feet.

Wen Lueyan looked sideways at the gate, the scorching air made everything blurry, and he seemed to see a middle-aged man on the empty ground in a daze.

Maybe his hair wasn't that white back then, he just looked like a handsome and very handsome uncle, and he would have a high rate of turning heads when he went out on the street.

But Wen Lueyan's eyes were in a trance, as if he had seen the old light and shadow many years ago through time. He saw the middle-aged man holding the ashes and photos of his wife and children, and bent his knees under this cold and tall office building. And spine, kneeling deeply into the dust.

Wen Lueyan looked away, took a deep breath, turned and left.

The shadow of the man bent like parallel time and space was left behind by him.

When I left, I passed the boundless blue sea.

The sea breeze is slightly hot, but there are still many shadows of surfing on the sea.

The white sailboat in the distance looks very refreshing.

Wen Lueyan watched silently, and the figure of the girl suddenly appeared in his mind.

In fact, when listening to the radio, Lin Zhihui on the radio is an extroverted person. She knows a lot, has seen a lot, has a good eloquence and an open-minded mood.

She would be so excited about a beautiful bird she had never seen before.

She will describe the scenery she likes in strange but inexplicably appropriate language.

She is lively and rebellious, with stubborn and independent thoughts.

But the girl he met was completely different from this Lin Zhihui.

(End of this chapter)