long love becomes ill

Chapter 122 It turns out that he was the one who moved his mind first

Inside the Si Family Manor, Si Jianan watched the stormy night outside while listening to his subordinates' reports.

"That third-rate little actor, Li Shenmu had his face slapped and he was thrown on the side of the road. Wei Yuanba broke two ribs and is now sent to the Wei family. After this incident, the Wei family It completely annoyed Li Shenmu."

Unexpectedly, none of them were missed, Si Jianan narrowed his eyes.

Father and son turned against each other and plotted against each other, Qing Huan was treated as a pawn by them, but Li Shenmu beat the Wei family cruelly on the spot.

Men look at men and can see things that others can't see.The man just had to paste the words "Li Shenmu's property" on Qing Huan's forehead.

This kind of possessiveness shown by males is personal and not blind.If Ye San hadn't come out to take advantage of the fire, Li Chenmu would have been forced by Li Jinnan to admit that he was the man involved in the scandal.

Si Jianan's mouth curled into a cold and cruel smile.Tonight, he purposely dismissed Kasyapa and let those clowns come out to make a fuss. He didn't expect that Li Jinnan would make a fool of himself, but Wei Yuanba came out to replace him, Ye San cut off his beard, and Li Chenmu jumped out of the fire pit. .

And that shameless old bastard Li Jinnan.Si Jianan's face darkened a bit, and he ordered: "Have someone keep an eye on the Li family."

After a night of heavy rain, Li Shenmu woke up in the early morning, got up, and closed the window that was blown open by the wind and rain.The old house still has old-style windows. The old man is nostalgic. He repaired the house several times, but kept the original appearance of the house and did not add modern elements to it.

Li Shenmu closed the window, seeing the deserted room, changed his mind to leave the room in home clothes, and went downstairs to the side hall.

There was only one night light left in the side hall, and the heavy rain slammed on the window, black lightning tore the sky with scarlet holes, and the rain became more and more intense.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the deep night outside, Li Shenmu suddenly thought of a night six or seven years ago, when it was raining and windy, he couldn't sleep at night, so he got up to make coffee.

At that time, not long after he returned to Nanyang, he took over the property under his mother's name and took care of it by himself, often until late at night.

His mother passed away, and his grandmother was so heartbroken that she even hated Li's mansion and wanted to take him back to Huo's house.At that time, not long after Li Zheng was born, Li Jinnan was promoted again. Although his wife died of illness, there were countless people outside, and there was also a woman who gave birth to a son. The original trajectory of life has changed, and I have returned to Nanyang.

He originally intended to settle in the UK with his mother. After graduating from Cambridge, he entered politics and made some achievements in the political arena as a British Chinese.

At that time, Li Jinnan had already gone a long way in his political career. He was young, and if he wanted to surpass Li Jinnan, he would have to endure at least ten years.He couldn't wait, and after returning to Nanyang, he directly abandoned politics and went into business.

He was young at that time, his life changed dramatically, he didn't show any sadness on his face, and he couldn't sleep well at night. When he went downstairs on a stormy night, he was making coffee with the night light in front of the fireplace, and then saw a girl hiding by the fireplace .

In the late autumn night, the fire in the fireplace had been extinguished long ago. He walked over, squatted down, stretched out his hand and poked the shivering little man with his head buried in a ball.

The girl trembled all over, and raised her head. With her fair face, she trembled when she heard the thunder, and her big jade-like eyes were full of panic and fear.

Like a kitten, she tentatively grabbed the sleeve of his pajamas timidly, and meowed weakly: "Brother."

　Memories are coming, let me write another half chapter of the hero's journey. (°‵′)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)