"What else do you have?" This is the last sentence Cao Xiong said to Zhao Xiaoping.

After that, he was invited out of the Cao family compound, and he could not see the joyful scene inside.

Cao Xiu was dying, and Cao Xiong's mood was complicated. Although he had never really devoted his feelings to this child, he just poured his anger into his young life, but after all, he was the child he watched helplessly as he accompanied him through the 23 spring and autumn life.

I remember that when Cao Xiu was a child, he was cold outside and his face turned red and his hands almost swollen.

He asked the butler to quickly take him into the house and asked him why he did this.

"Because you like it! I was unhappy when I saw you, so being a snowman makes you happy!" In the mind of the young, even the arrogant Cao Xiu, who grew up, his father was the person he respected the most and his eternal backer.

Although he had no mother since childhood, he got what no child could get, unrestrained freedom, presumptuousness and satisfaction of desire.

Although it has completely rotten from the body to the soul, there is still a holy place in my heart that has the perfect image of my father until the moment he dies.

Suddenly, Cao Xiong regretted it a little. The pleasure after taking revenge was only temporary, but now he thought about it, what effect does it have on himself?

It took twenty-three years to deliberately lead the child to destruction, but it could not allow his happiness to last for half an hour.

He did not break his oath to his mother, nor did he let the resentment in his heart go away. The scene he had been expecting for twenty-three years came, but he was more happy than him.

These people all looked crooked and looked squinting, pretending to be extremely sad.

In fact, Cao Xiong knew better than anyone else, and they must be setting off fireworks in their hearts at this moment.

When my son died, he was still old, and his huge property belonged to them.

They didn't know that their eyes were staring at every move here.

There is a row of tall maple trees outside the Cao family courtyard. These maple trees have a lifespan of decades and are full of branches and leaves.

Pan Hongsheng stood on a branch more than ten meters high, quietly watching the movements in the room.

The Cao family courtyard is too big, and it is a distance of dozens of meters from the gate to the main house.

He had to use a high-magnitude telescope to observe the movements inside.

Cao Xiong's complex emotions made Pan Hongsheng feel something.

This kind of unscrupulous spoiling is either because of loving your son too much or because of boundless hatred.

Judging from Cao Xiong's reaction, he seemed to have got the answer. Although the hypocritical faces in the hall made him nauseous, his curiosity made him continue to stay on the branches and quietly observe the short and thin old man.

"Everyone is gone," Cao Xiong said powerlessly: "Let me be alone."

The idle people scattered in an instant. After all, pretending to be sad and mournful is not a labor-saving job, and everyone can't wait to drink the celebration wine.

A few years later, perhaps one of them will be the helmsman of the entire family business. Even if they are not good, they will get a share of the pie and become a rich hero.

As for Cao Xiong’s feelings, who cares?

In their eyes, Cao Xiong is like a cow producing milk. After continuously providing fresh milk to himself, he can kill and eat meat.

Poverty can allow relatives to support each other and share the joys and sorrows, while wealth may turn people into the most dangerous enemies and the most indifferent passers-by.

Suddenly Pan Hongsheng felt that the old man was a little pitiful. He could feel the hypocritical performances of those people and the complicated emotions of the old man.

The door was closed, and the whole world was locked inside.

Pan Hongsheng put down the telescope, and he knew there was no need to worry about this.

He is just a factor that must appear. Even if Cao Xiu doesn't die in his hands today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a few years later, in more than ten years, he will always meet someone better than him and lose him.

On the way back to the capital, he encountered another traffic jam.

The long dragon of cars could not see at first sight, with trapped drivers and small businessmen wandering around selling inferior food.

He looked at these all living beings indifferently and suddenly leaned on the backrest with powerlessness.

Suddenly the door of the car in front opened, and a fat middle-aged woman was holding the child, urinating carefully, and even yelled at her husband for not covering her.

The bitter-faced husband looked unhappy and felt deeply that he had lost face in front of everyone. But his concern for the child defeated his honor and disgrace, got out of the car with a weak head and a slouching mind to cover the cold wind, while his son peed naughtyly on his shiny leather shoes.

Actually, it’s not cold today, this mother is indeed a little nervous.

But when Pan Hongsheng saw this scene, his heart was tightened

He felt a little breathless and touched his cell phone with one hand. His first reaction was to call Zhao Qing.

This woman who is a teenager older than him can always give him something to replace maternal love.

"Hey? Hongsheng? What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qing's voice seemed a little tired, but she was obviously very happy to receive a call from him unexpectedly.

Pan Hongsheng doesn’t remember how long it took for him to chat with Zhao Qing in private like this. After all, he has to meet at work every day. Sometimes the distance is too close, which makes people forget the feeling of intimacy.

As soon as he heard Zhao Qing's voice, his heart began to warm up.

This feeling has not changed over the years. Zhao Qing's unique charm of a tolerant and mature woman, and that kind of inducement always dissipates the irritability and haze in his heart.

"Do you feel a little uncomfortable?"

"No, I just... I miss you suddenly."

Pan Hongsheng's words made him feel shameless.

"Stop coming. You have forgotten me, an old woman, but this is a matter of time sooner or later. I am destined to be unable to accompany you to have someone, and there is someone to take over me, right?" Zhao Qing's words were extremely straightforward.

Pan Hongsheng has examined his feelings for Zhao Qing countless times, and he has no reason every time.

The so-called inability to find a reason is that he cannot find a high-sounding reason, and he cannot explain his original thoughts.

Perhaps, when I was examining other people's crimes, I forgot myself? What about my promise to Zhao Qing? What about my promise to Xu Shu?

What are you doing now? For your own feelings, I am chasing the lonely and helpless girl?

Am I... caring too much about my own feelings and ignoring others?

"Didi! Didi!"

The car behind him honked his horn viciously and urged him to move forward. There were several impatient and strange faces in the reversing mirror. Judging from his lips, he was reciting the familiar Three-character scripture.

The roadblocks ahead seemed to have been cleared and the road was flat.

Pan Hongsheng's car started hard, and the car seemed to have the owner's emotions and became hesitant.
Chapter completed!