As a brother, Ling Wanxing's current situation, we have no other way except to accompany him.
Feelings are not forced to buy or sell. Even Qin Baiyu can't help Ling Wanxing against the wishes of the Su family.
In the private room, there is a strong aroma of wine.
Bitter wine into the throat, but let Ling Wanxing's eyes become scarlet again!
He drank the wine cup after cup until he was choked, and then he laughed hoarsely, "I'll make you laugh!"
When Qiao Mu saw Ling Wanxing like this, he was very upset!
Once high spirited youth, to later mature and steady man, finally lost the demeanor by the years honed!
He rolled the Adam's apple and clinked a glass with Ling Wanxing. "Brother, I won't laugh at you. If it's really hard, just say it, maybe it will be better!"
Ling Wanxing shakes his glass and looks at Qiao mu with a flimsy sight. He laughs a little, "what else can I say?
I became like this, is not all to blame?
Second, third, fourth, fifth, listen to big brother, I'd rather fail everyone in my life, but also the women around you!
Because of the taste of loss, it's so damn painful... "
If he had been aware of it, he would have lived up to Su Wantong's deep love.
Some words can't be publicized, because he doesn't deserve it!
Do wrong people, what qualifications to cry grievances!
Ling Wanxing looked at the thick red wine and continued to get drunk without saying a word!
He's using his time to torture himself!
And always in front of the decent, but also the last point of man's dignity just!
Later, Ling Wanxing, who was drunk again, was sent back to Lingjia Manor!
Where no one saw him, he was lying on the empty bed with his arms bent to cover his face. He couldn't let go of the pain.
Clearly alcohol can anaesthetize reason, but he is more and more sober.
So that when the light rain falls outside the window, the choking voice becomes the only accompaniment of the rain hitting the window!
Ling Wanxing, weeping in the rainy night, if not sad, why so!
……
Spring goes and autumn comes!
Half a year later, in the middle of November, Licheng ushered in the first snow.
Today, both Yan Shiqi and Ling Zihuan are eight months pregnant, and Qin Baiyu and Qiao Mu have suspended all their work arrangements, staying at home with them most of the time!
On the morning of the first snow, the haggard Ling Wanxing stood in front of the French window of the office, with a cigar in the corner of his mouth, dimly looking at the report in his hand, page by page.
The assistant was waiting for him carefully, and his eyes kept glancing at him.
"Mr. Ling, the main part of the building has been completed. It is expected that it will be put into use as soon as March next year."
Assistant explained carefully, Ling Wanxing also took the opportunity to close the document, "the speed is still a little slow, let Qin's side to speed up the construction progress!"
"Don't worry about that. I've already talked to Mr. Zhuo. He said that he would help coordinate!"
Hearing the sound, Ling Wanxing nodded, took the cigar from the corner of his mouth and waved his hand, "OK, keep an eye on it. There's nothing else. You go out first."
The assistant left. As soon as he closed the door, he looked at Ling Wanxing's thin figure and sighed with pity.
In the past six months, Mr. Ling has completely become a workaholic!
I come to the company less than 8 o'clock in the morning and leave after 10 o'clock in the evening!
Long time busy, let him gradually thin, the whole person as if several years old!