My dear President, Please make a detour

"Who told you this? Who is it?" Jianxuan suddenly lost his usual reason and calmness and shouted at jianboyao at the top of his voice.

"In other words, you admit it." Jian boyao's eyes were as cold as a cold pool, and he calmly said every word.

Concise Xuan waved and smashed all the things on the table to the ground. Such anger was more like hiding something: "Jian boyao, you bastard, what evidence do you have? You slandered your father."

"Do you think I have no evidence and will come to you?" Jian boyao narrowed his eyes slightly and cleaned his face with a look of extreme danger.

Hearing this sentence, concise Xuan's steps immediately retreated, his body stumbled and fell, and a touch of desperate light appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

"Bo Yao, I actually..." at this time, concise Xuan quickly reacted. He quickly came to Jian Bo Yao and suddenly begged, "things are really not what you think. Your mother's character is too stubborn. Even if she compromised at that time, we won't come to this step."

"Bo Yao, I'm your father, and I'm old. I often regret what I've done before. I'm willing to give you half of the Jane family's property. You and you let me go." Ren Sui can't imagine that the high concise Xuan would say such humble words.

Jian boyao didn't speak. He looked at the man in front of him with a cold and indifferent look. The bottom of his eyes still vaguely cleaned up a cold killing intention.

"Isn't half enough? I'll give you both that and that, OK?" jianboyao became more and more guilty when he saw that jianboyao didn't speak.

"Ha ha." Jian boyao suddenly sneered.

"I won't let you go." then, he left a helpless word.

Turning around, he walked away despite the despair and desolation of concise Xuan's eyes.

The night outside was deeper, and it began to rain when the sky didn't know, with a chilly chill.

The rain crackled on Jian boyao's face, and the man's eyes were calm without a trace of expression.

He walked straight to the car, and the villa behind him was as luxurious as a palace, still brightly lit as before.

When the car started, the scenery on both sides of the road continued to retreat, and the faint and mottled light of the street lights shone on Jian boyao's face driving the car, strange and gloomy.

In a man's mind, memory is like a peeling fence, and all the old times flock to him.

He thought of Connie's gentle and beautiful face and always shouted to him in a warm waxy voice, "Yao Yao, come to my mother."

When she bent down to hold him who was still a little boy, she would subconsciously pull the bangs hanging in front of her forehead behind her ears. She was smiling like a spring breeze. In her memory, Kang Anne was so beautiful.

"Yao Yao, get out, the car is about to explode."

Smoke, flames and the smell of gasoline in the car filled the nose.

Five year old Jian boyao looked at Kang Annie who was dying in the driver's seat and cried, "Mom, I want to save you. Let's go out together."

Even if he was only five years old, when he had clearly realized life and death.

He knew that if Connie didn't leave the overturned car now, she would die.

He can't let his mother die.

Absolutely not.

"Yao Yao, be good, listen to your mother. Go out first, and then help your mother find help, okay? Mother is waiting for you here." Connie knew her son was stubborn, and she began to coax him.

"Look, you're here with mom, and you don't have the strength to help mom. Mom's okay, mom can wait for you here." Connie endured pain and tears and just wanted to get her son out of the car that was about to explode.

Jian boyao finally listened to Kang Annie. Even if he couldn't use one leg at that time, he climbed out of the car.

Then he quickly climbed to a public telephone booth not far away.

He wants to save his mother.

Unfortunately, just before he climbed a few steps, there was a deafening explosion behind him.

Looking back again, Connie had already been buried in the sea of fire.

"Mom -" in the light of the fire, the little boy's voice was pathetic and desperate, like a scar opened by someone, so shocking.

The memory suddenly stopped, and Jian boyao came back from his own memory.

The man's face was submerged in the darkness. He was still driving quietly, and occasionally the mottled light flashed quickly across his face.

At the corners of his eyes, there seemed to be a touch of bright moisture.

***

In the apartment, Shu Weiyi wandered back and forth in the bedroom alone in her pajamas. The little woman's face looked anxious and worried.

She kept looking up at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall. It was two o'clock in the morning, and Jane boyao still didn't come back.

The heart that has been uneasy becomes more flustered at this time.

Thinking, she picked up her cell phone again and dialed Jian boyao's phone. The meal was still a cold artificial female voice.

His cell phone hasn't been turned on yet.

Bo Yao, where the hell are you?

Shu Weiyi frowned deeply. She pursed her lips as if thinking about something.

Soon, she decided to go to Jane's house to find Jane boyao.

She's really worried.

Then she changed her pajamas, picked up the car key and walked towards the door.

As soon as the door opened, a pungent smell of wine came.

Shu Weiyi's eyes were startled. She saw Jian boyao walking towards her.

"Bo Yao, you're back." Shu Weiyi breathed a sigh of relief. She hurried forward and helped the drunk Jian Bo Yao.

Jian boyao squinted at the woman in front of him and smiled: "only Yi, only Yi..."

"I'm here." Shu Weiyi helped him to the sofa in the living room, then got up and prepared to pour water for him, but Jian boyao dragged him into his arms.

"Don't leave me." Jian boyao closed his eyes and said drunken words.

"I'm not going, I'm just going to pour a glass of water." Shu Weiyi looked at Jian boyao painfully. How much wine did he drink.

"No, just stay with me." he did drink a lot tonight, but he was still conscious.

Shu Weiyi nodded and snuggled up in his arms. She smelled the wine smell from him and finally asked, "boyao, have you made everything clear?"

"Can you imagine? He didn't hesitate to kill his wife and son for money. He never regretted it for so many years. My mother's eyes are really rotten." Jian boyao leaned on the sofa, his eyes always closed, his thin lips raised a mocking smile and smiled strangely.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Shu Weiyi regretted it.

"No, it doesn't matter. Soon he will pay for what he has done."