Chapter 217

I went back to the storeroom, picked up the book and continued to read. Every minute record was written about what happened in that year. Although it was not very detailed, it allowed me to copy a shape. From here, I know my father's hardships in starting a business, and his love for my mother and me.

When I saw the third record related to this land, I fully understood what happened in that year. That record is not long, but it's simple and clear: when all the money is put together, I will go to the imperial capital next week to sign a contract. I'm afraid I can only deal with bad debts if I take such a piece of land which is beyond my reach and which has no policy support to allow development. But in this way, Xiaojiao can be regarded as paying off brother Zelin's kindness. She is happy and I am happy. I always feel that I owe him something, which is not very good. I feel at ease when I buy this money. As for the expansion of the company's operation, we will take our time later.

When I saw the name of he Zelin, I felt as if I had touched something. He Zelin, who had difficulties in management, bought a rotten piece of land to my father in exchange for funds. I think there will be a follow-up to this land. However, until I saw the last page of the book in my hand, I never saw any records related to he Zelin, let alone the land, just like my father really forgot the land after I bought it back.

I am stubborn and impatient. When I know the beginning, I must know the result. It's good to call me obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's also good to say that I have to make everything clear. It's unchangeable. My characteristics.

I pinched my eyebrows and continued to dig through the contents of the box, hoping to see how the last piece of land was disposed of, where it was located, and why my father didn't say a word to me until he died.

According to the date on the Notepad, I was only ten years old when this happened. At that time, real estate development was just on the rise. Many reckless people rushed into the real estate market without making any money and then quickly withdrew. The reason is that the government's land grant policy changed in those years, and those who saw a bad situation immediately withdrew.

I don't know much about the real estate market. If I remember correctly, the severe winter after the rise of real estate was the year when my father bought the land in he Zelin's hands. What's the matter with the land now? What happened later? If the property right of the land is still in my father's hands, I will be worth hundreds of millions now. It should be able to help he Liancheng.

But, subconsciously, I know that if the land is still there, Dad won't mention a word.

In the months when Chu Yi and I got divorced, my father encountered a bottleneck in his business. It seemed that he sold a lot of assets at a low price to keep the company. In the end, he got another loss making business, and finally he couldn't keep it.

At this moment, I suddenly feel that I was happy in those years. Even if my marriage fails, my parents really love me. The low point I thought of myself was actually one of the rare and happy times in my life.

At that time, I was not aware of anything, and all I wanted was to hate Chu Yi. Hate, let me ignore the parents pay.

Now I think of it, I really don't know what happened in those years? I vaguely remember that when a contract was breached, he paid a penalty five times the contract amount, which led to the company's capital chain being cut off, and then Dad began to raise money around the clock.

But no matter what I met outside, my father didn't mention a word when he came back home. He still talked with me happily, brought me vegetables, and said in a whisper, baby, don't worry, my father can support you all his life.

Recalling everything in those years, although the time is long, the picture is clear.

I stopped for a moment, calmed myself down, and continued to read the second Notepad.

When I opened the first page, the door of the storage room was pushed open from the outside. I looked up and saw he Liancheng standing at the door. He looked at me strangely and asked, "what are you doing here if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

I didn't expect him to come back. I stood up a little surprised and said, "how did you come back?"

He looked at the box I opened, came up to me and asked, "do you miss your father?"

"After a look, I found that my father and your father seem to have known each other, but they have never heard from your father. Do you have any impression?" I opened the notepad in my hand, opened the pages I folded up, and read them to him one by one.

After hearing this, he looked even more strange: "could it be the same name? I never mentioned it to my dad. After this time, I'll find a chance to ask. "

"Good." I should put the Notepad back and seal the box again.

He Liancheng was tall. He put the box back on the shelf without raising his hand on the stool. He said as if he had just thought of something: "I don't think I'll know you. You've been thinking about us for so long. My father should know who you are, or whose daughter you are. If you are an old friend, how can you never mention it? Why are you so opposed to us? "

"I don't know." I shook my head, turned and went out.When I got to the living room, I found that he Liancheng didn't follow me. I went back to the door of the storage room and saw him standing in the same place, with an ugly expression on his face.

"What do you think of?" I asked.

He immediately shook his head and denied, "I didn't think of anything. Go out."

I saw that his expression was clearly thinking of something, but he refused to say it. After a deep thought, I felt a movement in his heart: under what circumstances, when he knew that he was the daughter of an old friend, but did not break it, he insisted on opposing us to be together? Why is there less hindrance from my father after he died?

The thought was like a blow to the head that made me unable to deal with it, and I stood there a little distracted.

What I can think of, he Liancheng must have thought of it. He looked ugly just now. Must he have thought of it?

He didn't worry about my expression any more. He came over and pulled me out of the storage room and said, "I'll tell you about going back today."

"You asked directly?" I asked. Now that we haven't found any evidence about what happened in those years, don't discuss it too much for the time being.

He Liancheng told me that he went back and asked why he Zelin recognized he Xiao. He said that he was not as fit as before and wanted to keep an obedient child by his side. At that time, he Liancheng angrily asked if he was worthy of his mother. He Zelin said directly, if you don't fight me like this, how can I let he Xiao take charge of all this? In the original plan, he Xiao will always be your deputy.

When he finished, his face was even more angry, and I asked, "how was your last conversation?"

"It's a sad parting. I can't understand what he's doing, and he doesn't like my son more and more." He Liancheng smiles bitterly.

"What about the pregnant one?" I asked.

"Oh, it's a miscarriage. It was because of her miscarriage that she quickly put this matter on the agenda. If it wasn't for this, the old man would surely have another son if he didn't feel that he was old and strong. " He Liancheng closed the door of the storeroom and said to me, "I've been busy all day. I'm very upset. Let's wash and sleep."

"What are you going to do next?" I ignore his words, want to know if he has a plan, and his final choice is me, or career?

"Tomorrow, not yet." When he saw that I would not move, he released his hand and went to wash. When he saw that he was as calm as a child, I was somewhat strange. In his heart, his mother's last wish is more important than anything else. According to his character, he will never be so calm, unless he has a countermeasure.

There is something in my heart. Even though I'm too tired, I can't sleep when I lie in bed. He Liancheng probably can't sleep either. He presses me into his arms and says in a low voice, "are you very energetic?"

"No, I'm worried about you." I replied.

He no longer spoke. As soon as he rolled over and pressed me, his hands began to take off my pajamas.

"Come on, I really don't want to." I'm not in the mood at all, I said, grabbing his wrist, which slipped to the collar.

"Don't refuse me." Although he stopped to extend his hand into his clothes, his mouth was not honest. Like the sucker of octopus, I was a little dizzy.

His mouth and nose are full of his flavor, with a strong possessive nature, surrounded me. Just when his hand was about to go further, I suddenly felt as sober as a needle in my head. I grabbed him and said, "no, not today!"

There are too many things happening today. The conversation with Shi LAN, the deliberate reminder of Shen Mo, he Liancheng going home, he Xiao recognizing their ancestors. I'm not only physically tired, emotionally up and down, but also sexually dull. No matter how gentle he is, I don't feel it.

"Really not?" He asked.

I know that his body has been fully mobilized. But I really don't want to, more don't want to pretend to have feeling at this time, aggrieve oneself to please him, resolute refuse a way: "don't, really don't, sleep!"

I pushed him down, turned over and leaned against the bed, leaving him a back.

Before he Liancheng came back, I overestimated myself. I thought when I knew about it, I would treat him as usual. The situation tells me that it's impossible. I don't feel for him. As long as I see him, I think that maybe he Zelin will have something to do with what happened in those years. I'm afraid I can't face him before I make it clear.

The hot body behind him pasted up again. He put a little coquetry in my voice: "honey, I want to..."

"No, what are you doing?" I twisted my body to avoid him. I said I didn't want it. He's not reconciled. What do you want? Strong!

"Honey..." he dawdled and pasted it up again.

I wonder why he is still interested in coming back when he talks so badly today? Shouldn't it be that you're so depressed that you're sleeping?"Aren't you in a bad mood?" I finally couldn't help asking. Men and women are two species, so unhappy, still thinking about this thing?

"I want to relieve my bad mood." He leaned over and put me firmly in his arms with both hands, holding my earlobe in one mouthful.

"I'm not you..." I didn't say it at last. I felt that my body was getting hotter and hotter behind me. I couldn't say that hurtful word. Before I know the truth, I'd better not say anything. If I say too much, I may hurt my feelings and can't make up for it.

He turned me to the past and pressed the kiss again. In his deliberate tenderness, those feelings of resistance in his heart slowly faded