C45

The phone stubbornly rang, the "Du du du du" sound seemed to be scratching Han Yuan's heart.

Han Yuan did not want to answer A Lan's call, so he decided to just leave it at that! Don't bother with her, don't look for her. It was destined to be a joke, a dream.

Although the dream was beautiful, it woke up very quickly. After that, there was nothing left.

Han Yuan was lying on the steering wheel as he stared at the distant Qingshan in a trance.

Looking at the vast distance, he even had the impulse to continue wandering.

His youth was given to the army, and when he was young he wandered with the group. But it was always his hometown. Now, after he returned home, he had no one to rely on and his soul could only drift about.

Yes, wandering was also a type of life.

And he said, Wherever the heart goes, if there is no resting place, it is a wanderer. A man has at least one dream and one reason to be strong.

What about his dreams? What was his reason for being strong?

He couldn't seem to find it! I'll never find it again!

The phone in the backseat finally stopped vibrating, but a few seconds later, another text message sounded.

Han Yuan stretched out his arm to retrieve it. He opened it and saw that it was A Lan's car. "Brother, I saw your car just now. Where did it go?" Why didn't you answer the phone?

Han Yuan was startled. Had she discovered it?

Then, thinking about it, I'll find out once I find out. It's not that big of a deal.

He hardened his heart, but didn't reply to A'Lan.

He couldn't go up to the sky, nor could she go down to the earth. The distance between them was like the distance between heaven and earth. They would never be together.

After starting the car, Han Yuan drove back, thinking to go to his mother's house to see the old lady.

I wonder how the old lady is doing? Home or work?

The old lady had worked hard all her life and had put all her effort into managing her own home management company. Even though it was just a small home management company, under the care and care of the old lady, it still had good results.

As he thought of this, Han Yuan felt even more ashamed.

His mother had retreated, still persisting in her work after sixty years of age, persisting in her work. He was so strong, yet he had nothing to do, so how could he face his mother? How could he have the face to see his mother?

Taking the phone, Han Yuan called his sister, Han Jiao.

Han Jiao told him that his mother was fine. She couldn't stop her from going to work today.

Oh, old lady!

Han Yuan sighed. The old lady was really putting in her best just like that! Normally, he was in good health, but it was a good thing that he managed to stay at work every day. Now that his body wasn't feeling well, he was afraid that his old lady's body wouldn't be able to handle his persistence.

His head was already in a mess at home. Old Granny must not let anything happen to him!

Han Yuan prayed in his heart.

Just as he hung up on Han Jiao, A-Lan called again.

Han Yuan hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Big bro —" A'Lan's voice was as soft as water, causing Han Yuan to feel warmth in his heart.

"Bro, I saw your car passing by my company and heading west. Where did you go?" Lan asked softly.

"Why did you come out?" Han Yuan said with a cold voice.

"Brother, what's the matter?" A Lan could feel Han Yuan's coldness, but it was not gentle at all.

"No, it's OK —" Han Yuan said, but his nose was a little sore.

Women were meticulous and could sense the change in a man's mood from the sound of his voice.

"Brother, what is it you want to tell me? Even if I can't help you, I will still be a loyal listener. Maybe I can even help you?" "Don't carry everything by yourself. There's always trouble for people."

A Lan's words made Han Yuan's eyes water. When fragile, a person who cares about you and cares about you can make you feel very warm.

Han Yuan felt the same way right now, but he couldn't tell A'Lan about it.

How could he tell him? He wanted a divorce, he had no job, and his family was in a state of anxiety. How could he tell Lan?

Absolutely not!

"It's fine —" Han Yuan forced a smile. "You can busy yourself with it."

"Brother — come to my house tonight if you have time," Lan said.

"There's no time tonight —" Han Yuan forcefully suppressed the impulse in his heart as his instinctive thirst told him that he wanted to go. He really wanted to go.

Right now, only Lan gave him a moment of relaxation and spiritual pleasure, allowing him to regain the feeling of being a man.

However, he could not go. He could not go anymore.

"Brother, today is — it's a special day —" Lan spoke softly.

No matter what day it is, I can't go! Absolutely not! Han Yuan said in his heart.

"Sorry about today's matter!" Han Yuan hung up the phone after saying that.

Upon hearing the blind voice on the phone, Lan leaned back in his chair, sad and disappointed.

She didn't understand. Why did Han Yuan suddenly become so cold and detached towards her? Something must have happened to his voice, or he wouldn't have spoken to her like that.

Today was her birthday, so she really wanted Han Yuan to accompany her.

She hadn't had a birthday in the past few years.

After the age of 30, a woman's birthday was always a sad existence. Every time it happened, it signified that she had aged by another year.

Time couldn't hold. After all, the Eastflow had gone. It took away a woman's youth and beauty, leaving behind the traces and vicissitudes of time.

However, she wanted to properly celebrate this year's birthday because she met the man that moved her heart again. Love once again came to her life, she couldn't disappoint the favor of fate, she wanted to properly enjoy the moment of happiness that belonged to her and Han Yuan.

Early in the morning, she ordered her assistant Xulan to order fresh flowers and cakes for her. She told her to buy some fruits and various kinds of food, and to bring them to her house before she got off work in the afternoon.

Xu Lan was both her work assistant and her personal secretary. She was the only person who had a key to her home.

Usually, Xu Lan was also the one who arranged the cleaning for the household. The food stored in the fridge at home was all purchased and replaced by Xu Lan.

A Lan was looking forward to the night.

He never expected that Han Yuan would reject her so decisively!

This made her very disappointed and very sad.

However, A Lan was no ordinary girl after all. She could accurately feel Han Yuan's thoughts.

She believed that Han Yuan loved her. He was not a man who indulged in emotions. The feelings he had for a woman must have been sincere and came from the bottom of his heart.

That night, Han Yuan told her that he would get a divorce and walk with her. She believed his words. His marriage was in a great crisis, and Han Yuan was powerless to reverse it, so he had made such a decision.

This decision had nothing to do with her, but it was also related.

Han Yuan must have wanted to get a divorce long ago. Meeting her accelerated his actions and determination. That must be it.

When Ah Lan had arrived at the office earlier, she had accidentally seen the black Mondeo. Looking carefully at the license plate, it turned out to be Han Yuan's!

She didn't know where Han Yuan was going. This was an industrial area, and if he went out, he would be in the countryside.

Han Yuan doesn't need to work? His voice sounded so tired and sad that it meant he had something on his mind that he couldn't solve.

Could it be that after the showdown between him and his wife, the two of them had gotten into an uproar again? Divorce had never been a simple matter.

Lan had experienced this before, and she knew exactly what it meant.

Han Yuan thought the question was too simple.

How many couples had turned divorce into a protracted war of attrition, dragging both sides down, both physically and mentally exhausted, and in the end both sides were wounded.

A'Lan didn't want Han Yuan to be like this. If he couldn't get a divorce, she wouldn't blame him, and she wouldn't ask him for it.

Having him as a whole was, of course, her dream. It was the blissful life she longed for the most. However, if this would cause Han Yuan a lot of harm, she would rather not have him. She was satisfied with just thinking about him and meeting him occasionally.

If the relationship was long, how could it last in the morning and evening? As long as you love each other, as long as you love each other deeply, you can enjoy the moment of happiness together.

Tonight, she must get Han Yuan to come over. Only by seeing him would she understand what happened to him and help him think of a way to deal with it.

A Lan walked to the window, hoping to see Han Yuan's car again.

At this moment, Xu Lan knocked on the door and entered.

"Director Lan, the flowers and cake have been ordered, the purchased food has been delivered to the villa …" Xu Lan reported.

"Good —" Ah Lan nodded. "Accompany me to the jewelry store to take a look —"

Xu Lan froze for a moment, then immediately nodded, "Okay! Which one are you going to? "

"The other families on Zhongshan Road should go and take a look," Lan said, picking up his bag and heading out.

She had already decided that she would choose a gift for herself, and at the same time, she would give a gift to the man she loved.

When he was frustrated and helpless, she should have become her strongest support, her most caring lover.

Han Yuan drove home, but the house was already empty.

Gu Yan brought her child out. He did not know if they were going to the calligraphy class or the Go class.

Right now, she was firmly controlling all of the child's time, preventing Han Yuan from getting close to the child.

Han Yuan sighed.

When he arrived at the dining room, he saw that the egg noodles he had cooked for Hong'er were still untouched!

Han Yuan was instantly enraged!

Damn it, even the breakfast he made wasn't allowed to eat by his children! This was too much!

She didn't know how to cook, so she ate outside with her children every day. The food outside was neither sanitary nor nutritious. It was fine to eat occasionally, but eating like this every day would cause problems sooner or later!

Looking at the bowl of cold noodles on the table, Han Yuan sat on the chair dejectedly.

Too sad!

Leave, leave as soon as possible. If this goes on, Gu Yan will not be crazy, she will be crazy first!

Give her your son, she can do whatever she wants. She was still a mother, so how could she harm her son?

Give her the house, give her the car, give him the money, give her whatever she wants.

He gave everything absolutely, and he wanted nothing as long as she agreed to sign the divorce.

Is that all right?

He only wanted to escape from this place, this tomb of a family.

No, this was not home, it was a grave, a deathly cold, a deathly silence.

In his rage, Han Yuan poured out the bowl of noodles. Then he went back to his room and slept soundly.

After sleeping for an unknown period of time, he woke up.

The sound of a text message on his phone woke him up.

Picking it up, he saw that it was already four-thirty! He had actually slept for so long!

The text message was from A Lan: "Brother, it's my birthday today. I'll be waiting for you at home tonight!"

Han Yuan sat up with a 'whoosh'!

Today was Lan's birthday! How could he have been so cold to her this morning? Damn it!

When he thought about A Lan's tender feelings for him, Han Yuan's heart immediately warmed. He felt that he shouldn't have guessed at Ah Lan like that, and that he shouldn't have looked down at him like that.

Aran loved him. It was pure, without merit.

He loved her, and he loved her, and they were completely bisexual, because longing for love and being loved went together.

He could not desecrate this beautiful feeling.

He could not go against his own heart. He loved her so much that both his body and mind needed it.

Go! He had to go!

He replied firmly to A-Lan, Okay, I'll go! Happy birthday to my girl!

After washing his face and walking into the living room, Han Yuan saw Gu Yan bringing Hong'er back.

After a day of lessons, Han Hong looked tired and listless.

Han Yuan's heart ached. He didn't want to cook anymore, but he still wanted to cook for his son.

He no longer cared about that damnable woman. Whatever she wanted to eat had nothing to do with him.

After cooking dinner for his son, Han Yuan changed his clothes after showering and tidying up.