Obviously, he is in good health. Just one night, his fever has subsided and his illness has improved. However, his condition today is worse than that of yesterday.

For a whole day, he sat in the office, pushed off all the meetings, didn't sign any documents, didn't even deal with any matters, just sat there and felt like a dead man.

Even the Secretary saw the abnormality, "boss, what's the matter with you today? It looks like you lost your soul."

Is not lost soul son? After all, he is not mature enough. When he meets such a thing, he doesn't know how to deal with it. He can only sit listlessly in the office to escape.

"Nothing." He waved his hand. "You do your work. Don't worry about me."

"But..."

He impatiently interrupted the other party, "tell you to go busy, you go busy, so much nonsense, why?"

Maybe he was too angry to scare the Secretary, so he didn't dare to say more. He just swallowed the words and left the office with the papers in his arms.

Midway, she in addition to a cup of coffee, and then never dare to come in to disturb, for fear that his bad mood today, will implicate her head.

From last night till now, he didn't get any rice. His stomach was heavy like a stone. He didn't feel hungry at all. Only after the secretary left, he drank a mouthful of coffee without sugar. Bitterness spread from his mouth.

He sighed, but it was really bitter.

After work, the employees left one after another. He sent his assistant and Secretary away, but he didn't mean to go home at all.

What are you doing back there? Back home, there is no tangguo'er, she took en'en back to her mother's home, without them, that home would not be called home, for him, also lost any meaning.

He stayed in the company, sitting in the chair, looking out the window of the sky gradually dark, see the company lights out one by one, to the end left him alone in the empty office.

For a whole day, I couldn't relieve my restlessness. Even if he didn't do anything, even if he smoked one cigarette after another, I couldn't help it.

As time went by, it was getting dark. Just when he thought he would sit here until dawn, his wechat rang.

Before, under the pressure of his mother, he added Xia Ran's wechat, and Xia ran lived with him for three months, but it was the first time that he sent him a wechat, a total of two words.

First, "pick me up at school."

Second, "brother, don't run away from the problem. Let's talk about it."

He didn't reply. After a few seconds of silence, Huoran got up from his chair, took the car key, and walked out of the office for the first time in the day.

The company is not close to Anta. It takes half an hour to drive there.

On the way, what I didn't think about all day, I thought about it thoroughly in the past half an hour.

Because he clearly knows what he needs and what he wants.

If this is a mistake, he should correct it in time instead of making it to the end.

To the school, Xia ran early at the school gate, all kinds of boring play kicking stones.

He parked beside her and honked the horn.

Xia ran looks over and gives up the stone. She gets on the car neatly.

It's still the back seat, not the co pilot.

He didn't say anything. He started the car and headed for home. Shara didn't take the initiative to speak. In the rearview mirror, he saw a silk scarf around her neck, tied with a beautiful bow. She knew what she was covering, covering the traces he left last night.

He was more and more worried. He even felt that there was something blocked in his throat, which made it difficult for him to breathe, as if he could not breathe at any time. So he stretched out his hand and pulled down the neckline, loosened his tie, and opened two buttons, which made him feel better.

"Xia ran..." finally, he opened his mouth first.

"Well?" Xia ran closed the magazine in her hand, raised her eyes, fox eyes, beauty mole, with a shallow smile, "is my brother willing to talk to me at last?"

He said straight to the point, "I'm sorry about last night, and I'll make it up to you."

Xia ran gently laughed and asked, "how do you want to make up for it?"

"I can give you anything you want except me, as long as I have it." He wanted to make amends from the bottom of his heart. Although he knew that he was insulting and he knew he was a jerk, he had no other way.

But Xia ran didn't care much about it. She asked, "house, car, stock? Does my brother want to send me away with this and make me shut up? "

"I don't want to kill you. I really want to make it up."

"Well, if my brother wants to give it, I'll take it as long as my brother gives it." Xia ran supported his chin with one hand and said to him, "in fact, brother, you don't have to be so careful. Even if you don't give me anything, I won't tell my sister."

"She already knew it, but she didn't know it was you." He didn't want to hide, and there was no need.

"Well..." Xia ran thought about it and asked, "that brother is in such a hurry to send me. Is it clear that he insists on living with his sister in his next life? In any case, I won't be separated from my sister? "

"Yes, I won't be separated from Guo'er, and I can't marry you. Even if I'm sorry for you, last night, I didn't expect that things would develop like that. My brain is not clear, and you are wronged."

"There's something wrong with me." Xia ran doesn't think so. "Since my brother has made a clear decision, I'll do it according to my brother. I'll just transfer the house, car and stock directly to me. I won't pester my brother."

"Unless my brother wakes up one day and comes to me after his divorce, I'll reluctantly think about whether I want to get back to work."

"There won't be a day like that." He affirmed.

"Who knows, brother, don't talk too much. People will never know what will happen tomorrow. It's like, I'm afraid I will never think that one day, when I have a fever and I don't wake up, I will be strong!"

She was laughing, but her eyes were not warm at all. "I wanted to cry, but my brother covered my eyes. I wanted to cry, but my brother covered my mouth. I didn't want to find anything when my brother was still married. Now, I'm a shameless junior."

"Stop it!" He was extremely ashamed, "I know it's all my fault. If you hate me, you can beat me, scold me and kill me, but if you want me to give you the future, I'm sorry, I can't do it. All I can do is to make financial compensation."

"OK, I'm short of money. If I don't work hard, I'll have so much money

After a long time, he heard his voice, "you move out."