Chapter 58： (1/2)

He did leave, but he still holds 9% of Jiusheng's shares in his hands. He owns more than a dozen real estate in his name. He has personal assets in his account that can be squandered for several lifetimes. Previously he was busy with work and had no time to fall in love with each other. Now he is on vacation and has a lot of free time. His pillow happens to be empty, which is perfect for seeing the needle.

So there was one who should not have come.

He asked the little bird what she wanted, and the little bird answered, "I don't want anything, as long as you are happy."

He smiled lazily: "You disappear from my eyes and I'm happy."

Then he called Zhang Ye and politely poked people out.

No one will pay for a stranger regardless of return, and if he asks for it, he will give it naturally. Innocent pretending to be too much is tantamount to writing the desire for money on the face, which is the most disgusting.

Every night before falling asleep, he put a lily of the valley by the pillow.

At first it was a branch, a bunch, and then it became a basket, a house. Slowly, he became more and more inseparable from the taste, lying in bed with clothes all day and all night, in a spirit of sorrow, like a deadly rotten wood.

Zhang Huan was reluctant that he was always bored in the room and wanted to help open the window for ventilation, but was stopped sharply.

"I'm fine."

He looked at the ceiling, indifferent.

No matter how strong it is, this taste is also the salvation of a drug addict. Without the floral soothing, he couldn't even sleep a full night.

After all, the lily of the valley flower is just a substitute, and it saved him for a while, but it never saved him forever. Within a few days of An Wen's day, he had another episode, and woke up in the snowy streets.

The sky is round, only he and his lonely shadow.

Zheng Fei confessed his life and threw a large bundle of cash into the car, letting "he" run around aimlessly, waking up and taking a taxi to go home, leaving the empty oil luxury car on the road like garbage. Side, as to whether he was dragged or smashed, he was too lazy to care.

Late one night, he was asleep in the dark, and was suddenly awakened by a sudden pain.

Into the eyes is a boundless glare of light, shaking several incandescent bare tubes in the glare, stabbing people to tears. He closed his eyes subconsciously, and Ren Qinghong's afterimage of the lamp alternated in front. After a moment, his vision gradually became clear, and he saw his brother standing in front of him pantingly, with messy hair, wrinkled clothes, dark black hair on the corner of his lips, fierce and embarrassed expression.

Zheng Feiyu couldn't figure out what happened, wiped the corners of his lips, and immediately hesitated. Put a hand on the back of the hand, wet all blood.