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Chapter 301

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    ? Yuan Cizhong finally ignored the past and continued to return to the company to be his manager.  The chaotic order of the Yuxian branch only lasted for a while, and soon returned to normal under the hands of Yuan Cizhong.

    Dong Fang should go to Haicheng next, and have a good chat with Juntao.  It stands to reason that the journey from Hangzhou to Haicheng is shorter, but it only takes two hours.  But Dong Fang still asked the driver to take her back to Jin County first. She felt a little dizzy in her head and needed some space to be alone.

    On the night of returning to Jin County, Dong Fang lived in the father's room in the old house.  After Dong Weicheng passed away, Dong Fang would make the bed and clean the room whenever she had time, just like when her father was still there.  This is her thought and her sustenance. Sometimes, if there is something bothering you, just sitting in the room seems to give you a little respite.

    Although it seemed that his father passed away a long time ago, there was still a faint smell of decoction in the room.  His room is very simple, and there are no extra decorations. There are a few books with rough edges on the table, and a pot of daffodils that are still blooming.

    There are a few photos hanging above the bed, including Dong Fang and Jun Tao's appearance when they were young, and there are also commemorative photos of them when they were in middle school.  The biggest pair in the center is naturally a family portrait.  The family relationship used to be so close and natural. Who would have thought that after the death of his father, there would be so many changes?

    This is probably the so-called impermanence of the world, right?  Thinking of these things, Dong Fang felt a little heavy in her heart.  Thinking back to the old days, because she lacked her mother's company, she devoted more of her elder sister's responsibility to Jun Tao.

    Maybe it's because this responsibility is too heavy and heavy, which makes Jun Tao gradually want to break away from her and stay away from her care.  The relationship between the siblings is no longer as close as it used to be, and Jun Tao already has a grudge in her heart, which Dong Fang has to admit and face.

    She lay on the sofa, turned on the lamp on the wall, and looked at the whole room alone.  She didn't know how her father would deal with the current situation if he was still alive.  She really wanted to talk to her father, even if it was to scold her.  But now in this huge old house, there is no one who even speaks.

    While Dong Fang was lying on the sofa in a daze, there was a sudden sound of the door opening in the courtyard.

    "Dong Fang, are you back?" Ling Weihua shouted from downstairs with a joyful voice when he entered the door.

    Before leaving, Dong Fang gave Ling Weihua a key to the house, and asked him to come to the house when he was free to take care of the desk where his father's portrait was placed.

    In fact, it is not difficult to invite someone to dust off the dust outside, but the difficulty lies in the intention.  Dong Fang didn't want her father's portrait and censer to be accidentally bumped, so she finally thought of Ling Weihua, and he was the only one worthy of full entrustment and trust.

    The moment the door opened, Dong Fang hugged Ling Weihua suddenly, she leaned against his chest, and said softly, "Don't move."

    Ling Weihua grabbed Dong Fang's hand, bowed his head and said softly: "When did you come back? I don't even know. Otherwise, I could have picked you up at the entrance of the national highway earlier."

    "Shh, Wei Hua, don't talk, I feel bad now. Can you let me just lean on you for a while?" Dong Fang turned her head away, and did not look at Ling Weihua.

    Ling Weihua didn't ask much, and let Dong Fang stop. He just stretched out his hand and patted Dong Fang's back lightly, without saying a word.

    ?In fact, Ling Weihua just came over from the night shift just now, and took a look at the situation of the old house according to his habit. After all, the owner is not at home, and he is afraid of accidents.  The moment he saw the lights upstairs at the door, he was so excited that he could even feel the rush of blood rushing out of his head.

    But this time, all the throbbing in Ling Weihua's heart was secretly suppressed.  He saw Dong Fang's fragility, and felt that her cold palms needed warmth.

    That night, on the dilapidated sofa in the room, Ling Weihua held Dong Fang in his arms and remained motionless.  In a daze, he felt a little sore in his arms, but he was still reluctant to let go.  For him, no matter how long the time spent alone with Dong Fang is, he should cherish it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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