My iceberg smiled

Chapter 260
Longjing No. [-] Prison.

At the end of the number room with solid high walls on all sides, there is a separate number room that can be called not bad.

A middle-aged man with a sloppy beard and slightly long hair, with his back to the door, was sitting on a hard gray bed with a not-so-new photo album in his hand.

Some of the photos above are yellowed, but you can vaguely see the little boy with a young face in the photo.

Every picture of the boy has a cold face, he never smiles, as if he is playing cool, but also seems to be accusing the world.

The middle-aged man actually smiled when he looked at it, but he smiled, but wept again.

There was an inexplicable warmth in the eye sockets, which slid down the cheeks without warning.

"Mr. Han, someone is here to visit the prison." The prison guard outside the iron grille door announced to the inside.

All the prison guards here know that even if this person is now a prisoner, the family behind him cannot be offended, so they are still polite to the middle-aged man.

It's okay to offend a prisoner, but to offend the power behind him.

Therefore, the prison guards have always maintained a delicate relationship with the people in this cell.

"En." The middle-aged man gently closed the photo album in his hand, touched the cover of the photo album again, as if he was a little reluctant, then stuffed the photo album under the pillow, and then walked away with a heavy and slightly vicissitudes of pace To the visiting room.

This cell is much better than other cells with full bunks. The visiting room is directly placed in this cell, only separated from the bedroom by a wall.

As soon as the middle-aged man entered the visiting room, he saw a man who looked somewhat similar to himself.

The man saw the other party coming, with a trace of unconcealable excitement and distress in his eyes, he got up and called out: "Brother!"

"Sit down, Ruohe, we...seems like we haven't seen each other for a year."

During this year, no one came to visit him, and he didn't have any extravagant expectations, only this cousin in front of him who was somewhat similar to him would visit him at least once a year.

"Brother, you don't seem to be in better condition than before. Are those people not taking good care of you? I'll go back and report to their leaders!" Han Ruohe showed his dissatisfaction with the prison guards, frowning slightly.

The middle-aged man smiled wryly and shook his head, saying: "Whether the condition is good or not has nothing to do with them, it's me...it's my own problem."

The middle-aged man seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

If Han Qianxiao was here at this moment, she would definitely recognize that this middle-aged man with a sloppy beard was very similar to Han Mochen, as if it was Han Mochen's father she had never seen before——Han Ruojiang.

The legendary figure of Longjing.

The person who came to visit the prison was of course Han Mochen's second uncle, Han Ruohe.

"Brother, don't put too much pressure on me. I'll take good care of the company's affairs for you now. I'll just wait for Ah Chen to pass the top spot to him after he becomes an adult in a few years. Don't worry, wait until After you are released after serving your sentence, maybe you will be able to see the prosperity of the Han family under Ah Chen's hands." Han Ruohe comforted with a smile.

When the name "Achen" was mentioned, Han Ruojiang's brows and eyes seemed to soften a lot, as if he was quite different from the resolute Mr. Han that was rumored outside.

He was only gentle for a moment, and then laughed at himself: "Yi Chen'er's child's temperament, I'm afraid I wish I could die in this prison."

(End of this chapter)