To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 228 Old Things (3)

"Later, I proposed to take a photo. After that photo, I lost contact with all of them and left Kyoto. I didn't come back until two years ago and took over the family business again. At that time, the Bai family re-emerged. .”

After Bai Yaohua finished speaking, Wen Liang finished the tea.

He raised his hand, helped her refill, and continued: "I used to do a lot of tricks behind Huo Dongming's back, and of course I also bribed his doctor. In my opinion, his indifference and calmness are the most impressive. Disgusting stuff."

"But you're sitting here today and telling me all of this, what did he do to change your mind?"

Wen Liang looked up at the clock,
It is a quarter past eight.

The stories he told before sounded simple and fast to her, but she didn't expect that 45 minutes had passed, and judging by the posture, it shouldn't end in a short time.

She couldn't help but wonder if his ultimate goal was just for Qiao Mumu?Just relying on these old events, she wants to sell her best friend to him. The possibility is completely zero. Even if she sells herself for money, she won't easily put Qiao Mumu in dire straits. .

"Well, the Haitian Group was actually not instructed by Tang Mo. The person behind it was actually Tang Xinran. In the end, the two of them tacitly completed the seemingly contested sovereignty transfer without any discussion."

"So?" She didn't think so.

"I'm very curious. Tang Mo and Huo Dongming are obviously rivals, but why has the Tang Corporation been feeding Asia Pacific cakes recently? The two of them are like two balls in an online game. The big one and the small one are not swallowed, but they are at the same time. Zhuang Da, if they are in the game, these two people will definitely have the same identity." Bai Yaohua stopped here.

Wen Liang nodded thoughtfully: "They must be teammates in a team."

"We broke up our friendship back then, and we didn't say we couldn't reconcile, but these, including what I said before, are not the truth I want to tell you."

None of these?
She was silent.

The things that Bai Yaohua told her now were linked one after another, seemingly extremely lazy, but in fact, he explained many things clearly within this hour, and there were indeed many of them, which she wanted to know.

Then.

After making some calculations, Wen Liang said, "What exactly are you going to tell me?"

"About the truth about your going to Huo's house four years ago."

that moment.

There was a gleam of astonishment in her always dim eyes, and then, as if she heard something funny, she gave a disdainful wry smile: "Master Bai, didn't you tell me before that Huo Dongming was hospitalized because of pneumonia?" ?”

"But I didn't tell you that the photos you received were synthetic, and the photos you received in your mobile phone were synthetic. While you were kneeling at the door of Huo's house, Huo Dongming was kneeling in front of his father, and I was standing in front of him." Watching this scene from afar.”

click-

The Marco pen held in Wen Liang's hand quickly broke into two pieces due to the continuous exertion of her whitened fingertips.

He is so lonely and cold.

It is impossible to connect with kneeling.

"What is, while I'm kneeling in front of Huo's house? Isn't he undergoing surgery?" When Wen Liang asked this sentence, her voice was already trembling.

"Severe pneumonia can't be cured after surgery. Non-serious surgery is just a process. It's easy to get out of bed after the anesthetic is withdrawn. Of course, you need to have perseverance in advance."

"Then why did he..."

"because of you."

The warm and cool voice stopped abruptly. Even though he had guessed the answer, when he actually heard Bai Yaohua say it, his heart was still shocked.

Many words are like fishbone, stuck in the throat, sore throat, and pain when spitting out.

Bai Yaohua took out a piece of information from his bosom, which seemed to be an electronic ticket purchase record. It recorded in detail that in the past four years, Huo Dongming had the habit of going out on business trips almost every month. This is not surprising at all.

After all, no matter Asia Pacific or Huo's, there are a lot of foreign customers to deal with.

but.

Each of these ticket purchase records points to the same country, several times even in the same city.

And Wen Liang was studying and practicing in the city called Roman City at that time.

"Since you returned to China, he hasn't been there again."

Wen Liang watched the report stop abruptly until the month she returned to China, and felt as if she had knocked over a bottle and jar in her heart, causing mixed feelings to spread continuously in her heart.

"If these are not enough, Miss Wen, plus what I said to you today and before, is it enough for you to ask him to understand that he left you to marry someone else because of stomach cancer?"

At this moment, Wen Liang understood Bai Yaohua's intentions.

He said so many things back and forth, all for the purpose of letting her go to the wedding to snatch Huo Dongming.It's just that, four years ago, she would have gone without hesitation, but now...

Even knowing that he once knelt down for her without even sacrificing his dignity, she had no other emotions other than being touched.

Touching can boil the blood for a while, but life, after all, is flat and tasteless, just a touch can't make too many waves.

Bai Yaohua sighed, it seemed that he couldn't play the trump card.

He took out a recording pen from his pocket and handed it to Wen Liang.

As he lightly pressed the open button, a recording that had been made for some years was slowly presented in front of Wen Liang.

After listening to this for a while, her pupils slowly widened, her fingers gripped the corners of her clothes tightly, her lips were trembling constantly, and she didn't even notice that two lines of tears were slowly falling down from her.

It turns out that there are so many stories about him and her.

Thinking about the end, there are still too many debts to repay.

……

In the Four Seasons Hotel in Beijing.

Huo Dongming sat in the luxurious waiting room, quietly looking at the distant clouds - the scene downstairs was so big that it stretched up the street, and many reporters were scrambling to get the first-hand information.

however.

The noise downstairs didn't affect the upper part in the slightest.

He was dressed in a white tuxedo, leaning against the sofa expressionlessly, holding a cup of coffee with his long fingers, sniffing the smell, but never drinking it.

squeak-

The heavy, embossed mahogany door was pushed open, and a pair of flip-flops appeared on the red carpet.

"Brother Huo, if my surname wasn't Han, wouldn't I be able to see you now?" A boy in a black suit with a pair of flip-flops on his feet walked up to him and sat down.

Huo Dongming was in a bad mood, but when facing Han Twelve, he still had to have proper manners: "Just kidding, I just want to be alone and quiet today."

Han Twelve smiled: "I don't know you yet? I'm thinking about her. Don't hide it from me. Last time you visited my back garden, I naturally asked someone to re-investigate you and found an interesting matter."

"Since you know everything, why ask again?"

He is really in a bad mood today.

At least, this is the first time Twelve has been questioned about his purpose since he was a child, and the other party is still his junior in the business world.

(End of this chapter)