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There was a wind blowing under the bridge, and He Yihan felt a little cold. She suddenly remembered Wen Wangzhou's suit draped over her shoulders, carrying his warmth.
Even though the temperature at that time was colder than now, it warmed her body temperature on that cold night.
He Yihan rubbed his arms, and changed his posture slightly. After standing here for a long time, his legs were a little tired.
Under the bridge, a piece of lawn became scorched black, which was the trace of the car once burned.
This is the place where Wenwangzhou had a car accident. The car has been removed, leaving only the scorched lawn to prove that a car once burned here.
And in the spring of next year, when a new batch of grass re-grows and covers this trace, no one will think of this car accident when passing by here again.
Just like the existence of Wenwangzhou.
He Yihan once faced death.
She just watched her mother gradually being forgotten in everyone's life, and now, the same thing happened to Wen Wangzhou.
He Yihan folded his arms and stood beside him, looking at the scorched black lawn.
In fact, he should have promised him at that time.
She couldn't help thinking this way.
If he had agreed to it at the beginning, at least it would have made him feel a little better when he left.
"Wen Wangzhou, I like you too."
Her voice was very soft, as if the wind would blow it away.
"I really like you."
Her voice became softer, as if she was telling a secret.
He Yihan finally saw his own heart clearly, the heart that announced his loneliness early on, and now another person's name gradually appeared on it.
She didn't know when that name appeared in her heart, maybe it was the hair tie he handed over when he was in high school, or the way he looked at her intently.
Wen Wangzhou had already left a deep mark on her heart.
"Although you have left, I still want you to know that I will never forget you in my whole life."
He Yihan looked at the scorched lawn.
She doesn't know whether love will last forever, maybe she still likes that man now, what about ten years later? Twenty years from now?
When I die, will I still like him?
What He Yihan can promise to him is memory.
She will always remember him.
Before meeting Wen Wangzhou, He Yihan had already made a promise to herself that in this life, the only thing she loves the most is herself.
Now, He Yihan personally opened the door in his heart, allowing a dead soul to live in.
As long as she remembers him for one day, he will coexist with her in this world.
He Yihan gently left a handful of white chrysanthemums on the scorched ground, then turned and left.
Only the thin stamens of the white chrysanthemum swayed gently in the wind.
The black grass and the white chrysanthemums match inexplicably-
Due to jet lag, Wen Wangzhou didn't sleep well at night, and when he met Oliver in the morning, he felt drowsy.
Oliver's spirit didn't look particularly good either, so he handed Wen Wangzhou a cup of black coffee.
"Drink some coffee, it will be a little better."
Oliver was obviously used to flying back and forth between various places, and handed the black coffee to Wen Wangzhou very skillfully.
"Thanks."
The two came to the hospital with bodyguards, "Matrix" followed Oliver, and Wen Wangzhou was accompanied by Brother Lang.
Lango seems to have his own method of adjustment. Even though he experiences jet lag, he is still in good spirits without any influence.
As soon as Wen Wangzhou entered the hospital, he saw a group of men in black suits sitting in the hospital waiting for him and Oliver to arrive.
This is a private hospital, there is no one else but them.
As Oliver walked inside with Wenwangzhou, the bodyguards in black suits separated layer by layer.
They moved their positions away, revealing the man standing in the innermost part.
The man turned around, his demeanor was not angry and arrogant, he was approaching middle age, older than Oliver, but no one thought that he was already in his fifties this year.
Looking at him, he seems to be thirty-five years old, with only gray hair on the sideburns, which makes people believe that he is over fifty years old.
"Oliver, you are finally back."
the man whispered.
"Dylan, long time no see. I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic today, to welcome me with so many people."
Oliver smiled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes, and there was even a touch of anger.
Oliver didn't think he cared that much about the power struggle.
Some men like power, but he likes women.
Oliver doesn't care who is in the position, he only cares about the inheritance his father left him.
Now, Oliver doesn't know what inheritance his father left him, but the rules of the Black family are very strict.
As long as the next Patriarch is elected, other children will only get some leftovers even if they are favored again.
Some industries without any future, and money.
Although this amount of money is already a huge sum of money that ordinary people can't imagine, but for the most important industries of the Black family, this money is just an appetizer.
Almost no one from the greedy Black family can satisfy these money.
They prefer rights.
But Oliver is different. He only needs the money, and he doesn't have any other ideas.
I don't have any ideas about fighting for power.
So this is what makes Oliver most angry. His ambition is already so low, and someone still sent a killer to deal with Wen Wangzhou.
Is it true that there is no one in the Black family who can be kind?
Oliver looked at Dylan very angrily.
He didn't believe it. Now that he had brought Wen Wangzhou in front of Dylan, if something happened to Wen Wangzhou, Oliver would really be angry.
At this time, Oliver only hated himself for being playful before, burying himself on women every day, and not inheriting any family business.
Now even if you want to threaten others, there is no way.
"What is the name of this child?"
Dylan was more enthusiastic than Oliver imagined, and he turned to look at Wenwangzhou next to him.
Before Wen Wangzhou could speak, he heard Oliver say.
"My son's name is Brandt Black."
Brandt Black.
Wen Wangzhou thought the name was made up by Oliver.
But I didn't expect another middle-aged man next to him to snort, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that your child is really called Brandt."
The name?
Wen Wangzhou raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man. The three brothers stood together, except for their similar outlines, none of them really looked like the others.
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