C211 (2/2)

”En!” ”En!” Nan Jue Feng nodded heavily, and then turned left at the intersection in front. The car then sped towards East Gate Street.

Yi Hao sat in his office with a gaze so profound it was hard to guess what he was thinking. Xu Meng and Ming Hao could only stare at him blankly. He was so cold that he didn't even dare to breathe.

The only thing that was on his mind was what he'd heard in the nightclub a few days ago. He couldn't figure out when it had become so hard.

He was injured for her, but she didn't care. She even tried to drive him away with indifference. Inexplicably, he really missed the warmth and coolness of the past, and his warmth was the only thing in his heart. But even if she recovered her memories, would they still be able to return to the past?

As he thought about it, Iowa's frown deepened, and he had the feeling that he really didn't know what mentality he should have to face her.

In the past, he doted on her, but later on it was hatred, so what about now?!

And would the hatred between him and Leng Kui still be avenged?

If he put it down, how could he face his mother and Yue Yue? If he didn't put it down and continued to take revenge, then what about being warm? What if something else happened?

Thinking of this, Ihao felt as if his entire body was about to collapse.

”CEO?” Xu Meng seemed to have seen through Ihao's thoughts. ”Can I say a few words?” he asked in a low voice. His tone was light and gentle. You know, if he angered Ihao, he wouldn't be able to live.

Hearing Xu Meng's words, Yi Hao frowned. He raised his head and looked at him. After a moment of silence, he asked, ”What do you want to say?”

”What I am trying to say is that the dead are over, so why should we make the living suffer because of those people? If my aunt were still alive, she would never want to see you suffer because of her death. I think she'll let you choose the path you feel happy about. Xu Meng quickly finished what he was saying. As soon as he finished speaking, he looked carefully at the changes on Yi Hao's face. When he found no trace of anger on Yi Hao's face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the fact that they had been brothers for so many years, he wouldn't have dared to take such a risk.

Even though they were sometimes brothers, he was still a young master, a CEO, and a subordinate, there was no way that he could change that at all.

”You mean, you want me to give up on hatred?” Yi Hao lowered his gaze and raised his eyebrows.

”I just don't want to see you so conflicted!” Xu Meng told the truth.

”That's right, Haozi, you don't know, but it's been several days since you've had such a bitter face. Let alone us, even the secretaries that occasionally come in are tired of it. ”Haozi, you can only be young if you keep on smiling. Be careful of your wrinkles and how old you get. If you get old, be careful of the little princess detesting you …” Minghao, seeing that Ihao's expression had finally eased, started to interrupt, but before he could finish, Ihao suddenly grabbed the pen on his desk and shot it at him.

”Am I old? Please, I'm only twenty-eight, okay? ” Ihao yelled. Why is it that people always say he's old these days? Yes, it should be warm and cold. So should Ming Hao. He was really that strong. Mom. He wanted to kill someone.

When Ming Hao saw the pen flying over, he hastily turned his body to the side and the pen flew dangerously two centimeters away from his eyeball.