C3

Ling Nan used her actions to prove how reason and emotion could turn a person into a fine spot. She clearly knew that Han Sanlu didn't have a strong background, but ever since that day, she couldn't help but pay attention to his every move. Every similarity was a wave of emotion to her, and once she noticed something different, she would become depressed.

As a director, Han Shanglu didn't need to participate in much of the business content. However, he seemed to be very busy, flying all over the country and all over the world. There weren't many times when Ling Nan could actually see him, but it was more likely that he would meet Han Qian.

According to the rumors in the company, Han Shanglu and Han Qian were cousins, Han Shanglu was around thirty years old, and Han Qian was the one who attracted the most hatred when he was eighteen or nineteen. As a rich second generation, he already had the basic conditions to arouse the hatred of the masses of working people. After completing the enrollment procedures, he didn't seem to have any intentions of going to school, nor did he have the motivation to learn how to manage businesses. He only wore headphones and strolled around the company all day.

If the rich second generation itself could attract diss, then the useless rich second generation like Han Qian could invite twice the amount of diss.

"At present, the group's operating condition is still quite good. The real estate and logistics groups are relatively profitable, and new companies such as the AMD Jewelry and Creative Resources Entertainment are doing quite well. The assets and cash flow of the small-scale distribution channel chain are relatively stable. "The financial reports from Jiangbei and Lingdong will be delivered soon as well..."

"Do you think I'd be interested in these things?" Han Qian finally couldn't help but interrupt Han Shanglu's endless stream of reports.

Han Shanglu smiled: "It's been so many years, I just think you need to know."

"I know you did well." Han Qian reached out and patted his shoulder, "You were very smart since you were young. I am very at ease that you have this kind of thing on your hands."

Han Shanlu turned to look at him, his face still wearing the same gentle smile. "Your tone of voice should change, it makes people feel strange when they hear it."

"Is it strange?" Han Qian also smiled, "I'm learning to adapt to the environment, I should be able to change it after a while …"

Before he finished, he acutely discovered that Han Shanglu's attention was attracted by something else.

This was already the fourth time that Ling Nan had passed by the office.

The walls of the office were one-way. It was impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside, but from the inside, it could be clearly seen.

Even though she had tried her best to conceal it, her perturbed mood was completely betrayed by her sneaky glances every time she passed by. No matter how she looked at it, she felt like there was something wrong with her heart.

"Why is it her again?" Han Qian frowned and pulled over a box of milk, "She came for you, you have to be careful."

Han Shanglu nodded with a bitter smile: "I know."

"Do you know her or not?" Han Qian fiercely poked the milk carton with the straw, and the tube twisted and deformed on his hand in a very uncooperative manner.

Han Shanglu shook his head: "No, I don't think I've seen it before …" I might have met him somewhere before. "

"Just a single encounter and you still refuse to let it go... They must be after money again. " Han changed the straw, and the tube whined again on the top of the box, "Your business, my business. Everything here is a secret, and getting entangled with you is not a good thing.

"Don't think so badly of everyone." Han Sanlu smiled gently, lightly poked the milk and gave it back. "You have to be careful when handling everything, it's better if you overdo it."

"... "Then you can take care of it yourself. I really don't want to spend too much time and energy on such meaningless matters." With a cold expression, Han Qian threw away the milk with the straw in it. "Bring me two more boxes of milk, and I'll bring the straw like this."

Han Sanlu smiled kindly, "Why do you need so much? Does it taste good?"

Han Qian raised his eyelids, unhappiness written all over his face. "Anything that refuses to obey should be taught a lesson."

Han Shanglu smiled bitterly: "So... Are you planning to fight with the milk carton until dawn? "

When Su Yan woke up from her dream, she saw the photo on the bedside table.

That day she took her heavy arm and felt all the happiness and warmth in her arms. A few hours later, however, her entire world was crushed in an instant by a speeding truck.

Two years wasn't a long time, but it wasn't a short time either.

Many times, she couldn't even recall the details of their time together, but she could always remember the wedding ring that symbolized a lifetime of mutual love on his badly mutilated finger.

After all, that scene had become her nightmare.

She had been suffering in pain for about half a year when her continuous repression and rational self-control caused her inability to vent her emotions to turn into depression. In order to escape pain, she had chosen to leave City K and come to the current City M. The change in environment had somewhat relaxed her nerves. It was only because of her past injuries that she didn't want to interact too closely with other people.

It was escape, and even more so, fear.

Even the place.

She chose to rent a new apartment, and she chose to live on the top floor of only two houses.

When she moved in, there was still the smell of freshly renovated rooms, and the occupancy rate in the apartment was less than 30%. Maybe the heat insulation on the roof wasn't quite right, but when it got hot, it was like going into an oven, so the guests didn't like it. No one stayed next door.

It was precisely because of this that the top floor was exceptionally quiet, as if it had become Ling Nan's own little world.

Whenever she curled up on the sofa and wrapped herself up in the quilt, it was like she was shrinking into a warm shell. She didn't need to look at anything, didn't need to think about anything, nothing could hurt her.

She was afraid to get up and pour herself a glass of water.

At that moment, she clearly heard the voice of Katty from next door …

The sound penetrated the wall and shook her eardrums.

When she pushed the door open, she saw that the next door had been replaced, and there was a bag of jabbed milk packets in front of the door. The leaking milk snaked out into the middle of the hallway. If that wasn't milk but blood, the scene would be even more shocking than the murder.

The one next door might really be an et.

Staying in the corridor, the sound effects next door didn't seem to be as suffocating as before. However, the corridor formed the perfect effect of a trumpet, and Ling Nan felt that if she didn't shake along with it, she would be pushed to the ground by the sound waves.

Ling Nan suppressed her anger and pressed the doorbell next door.

Three minutes later, the door slowly opened a crack and asked, "Why is it you again?"

Ling Nan stared at Han Qian with a strange expression for a while before finally being pulled back to reality by his disgusted gaze. "I should be the one asking this question. Just what kind of malicious intent do you have by moving to my house?"

Han Qian's expression didn't look too good, and his temper also became much worse. He coldly replied, "I didn't know next door was your home."

"Now you know." Ling Nan took the lead and became a lot more confident, "It's time to rest, don't you think that you'll have to use music to disturb the people?"

"Oh, then move away." Han Qian replied in a casual manner, closing the door behind him.