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Chapter 73

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    Everyone felt that Kong Ming had changed. It turned out that he was cold and cold, but he was still a person with feelings. Now he is still working and living step by step, but he is like a lifeless machine, mechanically running the preset settings.  good steps.  In the past, he tried not to work overtime as much as possible, and turned down all the entertainments he could not attend, just to go home on time, but now he has become a workaholic, devoting all his energy to work.  Of course, the results are remarkable. His ability to control the situation has a faint tendency to surpass his father Kong Zhaohui, and his vigorous and resolute style even has the style of his grandfather back then, which makes the Kong family very satisfied.

    It was rumored that he once had a wife. The two had known each other for many years and had a very good relationship. That woman rarely showed up, and few people knew her.  Later, for unknown reasons, the two divorced quietly, and Kong Ming had an extra son.  Only when he faced this son would his cold face show a trace of tenderness.

    That little guy is already two years old this year, and he has lived with his great-grandmother for a long time. As the future heir of the Kong family, he is loved by thousands of people.  The child who grew up under the sun is not bear at all, just like his father, he is born with an elegant temperament, self-cultivation and politeness, which makes Mrs. Kong love it even more.

    On Christmas Day, Kong Ming called home and said that he would not come back for dinner because he had a party tonight.

    Kong Shijia grabbed the phone and shouted: "Dad! Come back! Come!" He was not yet able to speak clearly, basically jumping out word by word.

    A man's nice voice came from the phone, and he coaxed him patiently: "Dad is busy with work, you have to listen to Grandma."

    This child lost his mother since he was a child, and he is very dependent on this father. Unfortunately, his father only lives in Kong's house three or four days a week, and he does not know where he lives for the other days.  back to his own home.  She thought that it would be great if Kong Ming slept in a woman's house. She still had lingering fears when her grandson lost his wife, and she still had lingering fears.  Waste of affection on a woman who is not worth it at all.

    What made Mrs. Kong most distressed was that in the past two years, Kong Ming never mentioned that woman once, and he never talked about his mother in front of Kong Shijia. It seemed that he had let go.

    Today, Mr. Wang of Jintao Real Estate managed to meet Kong Ming, the current president of Yuehong Group, to talk about cooperation. He wished to invite him to eat gold bricks. He booked a VIP room in a five-star hotel.  It has been stored for thirty years, poured like white water, and the style of the nouveau riche can be seen at a glance.

    Jin Tao dispatched a few able men and go-getters here, who are good at business and drinking, and Kong Ming is also leading people, but he is very restrained and basically does not participate in the war.  Among the people he brought along was a female general, his assistant Feng Ling. Despite his young age, Special Assistant Feng was very shrewd and capable. It was rumored in the industry that Kong Ming had been his right-hand assistant for many years.

    Dozens of tricks have been tried on the wine table. After the wine and dinner are full, Mr. Wang is still unsatisfied. He has to arrange something between men to draw the relationship between himself and Kong Ming.

    Thinking so, Mr. Wang clapped his hands and arranged for the driver, "Xiao Zhao, you are responsible for delivering this beautiful woman home tonight. Mr. Kong and I still have a show, so you don't need to pick me up."

    Feng Ling was taken aback when she heard this. How smart she was, she quickly realized it.  It's not like I haven't encountered such a thing before, Kong Ming didn't respond at all, thinking that Mr. Wang is really vulgar, he opened his mouth to block it for Kong Ming: "No need, our boss" She was in the lawyer's office.  I kept calling him Boss Boss all the time, and the title of Yue Hong has not changed since then.

    "Feng Ling," Kong Ming interrupted her, and said, "Go back first."

    Feng Ling's eyes widened, and she looked at the indifferent man in front of her in disbelief. She suspected that he didn't know what he meant by saying that, and said anxiously: "Boss, you are"

    "Go home early, I have to go to work tomorrow," he said, then stopped looking at her, put on his coat and left with Mr. Wang.

    The young female assistant stood there, feeling cold from the bottom of her heart. She still remembered what a clean man Kong Ming was. Every time his wife came to the company, she could see his doting and pampering exclusively for that woman.  tenderness.  When she first entered the society, she dismissed such ordinary women. It was only then that Feng Ling realized how powerful she was. When she was there, she could melt an iceberg. When she left, Kong Ming froze herself again.  He also became an unknown person.

    Feng Ling picked up the bag and chased to the corridor. Looking at the man's tall and straight back, he had no position to stop him.  It was obviously something that could make all men happy, but she felt that he was ruining herself, and they all knew that no matter how much he ruined herself, that woman would never come back.

    NoAfter a round of drinking, enough dancing, enough singing, enough touching, it's time for dinner.

    He secretly patted the woman following Kong Ming on the buttocks, and said, "After serving you, brother will give you a red envelope." The woman gave him a wink.

    Women think they are lucky, even if they have no money, spending a night with such a man is worth it.

    Entering the luxuriously decorated room, she said coquettishly, "Does the boss want to take a bath?"

    "No," the air conditioner was turned on in the room, and he sat down on the sofa beside the bed without taking off his clothes when he entered.

    "Then I'll take a shower," the woman turned and entered the bathroom.

    After she finished taking a shower, he was still sitting on the sofa for one person. The lights in the room were dim and ambiguous, with a slight red light shining on his face with a sense of restraint, which made people want to see it even more.  What it was like when he had desire.

    The woman is confident in her figure, only wrapped in a bath towel, twisting her soft waist and approaching him, seeing that he is still wearing that well-tailored coat, with the shirt buttoned all the way to the top, she stretches out her hand, slowly  Slowly undo one button, then a second, then

    He blocked her hand.

    The man who seldom talked since he came in took out his wallet from his pocket, gave her a big bill, and said, "Go buy a pack of cigarettes."

    She has seen a lot of guests who have all kinds of weird requests. She obediently went into the bathroom and put on the clothes she had put on before, went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, and did not forget to bring a lighter.

    Back in the room, the woman squatted halfway, smoked a cigarette and brought it to his mouth, and lit it for him. Just as he was about to continue what he had just done, he said again: "Go out."

    "What?" She didn't hear it, but she thought she heard it wrong.

    He didn't take any money from his wallet, just took a wad of money and threw it to her, and repeated: "I tell you to go out."

    The guest was unwilling, and she had no choice but to pick up the money, open the door and go out, and when she turned around to close the door, she seemed to see the tears in the man's eyes.

    Zhang Meili has been gone for a year and two months.

    At first he thought, as long as she came back, he would forgive her, then he thought, as long as she came back and said something to him, he would forgive her, and then, as long as she came back, kissed him, hugged him, he  Just forgive her.

    But no, she seemed to have evaporated from the world, and never came back.

    This time he came to this kind of place with the boss of Jintao Real Estate, Kong Ming was taking a gamble, he didn't know whether he was angry with her or himself, why she was so unfeeling, and he still had to wait for her.  He only did this kind of thing with her, but she left like this, maybe she didn't care whether he would do it with others.

    But he can't do it, as long as he thinks that the woman next to him is not Zhang Meili, he is not even interested in taking a look, he hates himself like this.

    On Christmas Eve of this year, Kong Ming returned to Zhang's house. He came here often for more than a year, and he cleaned the house very clean because he wanted to live in it.

    Now he dare not go back to his home at all, that place scares him very much.  When he returned to Kong¡¯s house, he couldn¡¯t fall asleep. Even if he fell asleep, he would always be awakened by nightmares. He had to secretly take sleeping pills to fall asleep.  He can fall asleep only when he returns to this place, on the bed that he and Meili spent sweetly in the past.

    Kong Ming buried his face in the pillow, as if her hair fragrance still remained on it, and slowly closed his eyes.

    "Merry Christmas, beautiful."

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    Originally, in this chapter, I wanted to write that Bai Lanjin called Meili, but I was afraid that I would not write later. It is not good for you to cut your wrists and hang yourself, so I insisted on writing so much.

    Originally, the previous writing was quite good, but at the end I couldn't help crying for Xiao Kong again, what a crime

    Let me explain about the sudden change in writing style. Those who followed the article back then should know that I wrote very slowly, changing every week and half a month. Often, I could only write about 3,000 words from six o'clock in the evening to twelve o'clock.  I don't think I'm a literary person, my vocabulary is pitifully small, and my writing style is really very average. I have always insisted on telling the story clearly, nothing else.

    When I wrote this article, I was very obsessed with Japanese literature at the time, and I liked the style of Japanese light novels. Every time I wrote an article, I had to read Japanese literature for more than an hour to find my feelings, resulting in slower updates.  And this is a very troublesome thing now, and I don't want to do it anymore.

    I came back this time to finish this story. My attitude towards writing is still very correct, and I am very sorry for the unacceptable readers.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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