Chapter 829

Even if he knew it wasn't done by the old man, he couldn't forgive himself.

Listening to the sound of his heart beating violently in his chest, all her grievances poured out and turned into boiling tears, every drop of which made his heart tremble.

"Don't worry, I will never let you get hurt again. I will move to live with you, so that the old man has no chance to attack you."

She looked up at him, saw his face is full of firmness, also agreed to come down.

They hugged each other tightly, then let go, looked at each other with a smile, and walked out hand in hand.

Xing Rushi took a deep breath and felt that the depressed mood in recent days was relieved, and the whole person was relaxed a lot.

Seeing her get on the elevator, he drove back to the villa.

Excited mood, so that his action is particularly rapid, packed things ready to leave, but heard the door bell ring.

A few steps to the door, open a look, the person is actually his assistant.

"What can I do for you?"

The assistant did not answer his question in a hurry, but said slowly after passing the letter in his hand.

"This is what the old man asked me to give you."

The difference of address made him frown. He looked at the assistant with some inquiry. When he opened the letter, he couldn't help but sneer.

The contents of the announcement of the president's office are clear.

The meaning is self-evident, eyes on the assistant is already with a bit of irony.

No wonder the old man knew his whereabouts like the palm of his hand. It turned out that a spy had been planted around him.

And this person, unexpectedly, is one of the people he once considered reusing.

The feeling of being betrayed, let him feel a stream of anger straight into his mind, a pair of eyes full of blood.

"I can't imagine that you are the man of the old man. What's the purpose of his asking you to come here?"

The assistant did not smile and pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose. His voice didn't have any emotional ups and downs, but let Li Muran's eyebrows tangle into a ball, as if angry.

"The old man asked me to tell you that if you insist on looking for Xing Rushi, you will lose the reform."

He sneered, his heart full of sorrow, the old man is really the old man, even his death are so accurate.

Reform is the blood of his father's life, and he is determined not to give up. Xing Rushi and his two children are all his life.

The old man seems to have given him a choice, but in fact, he has no choice at all.

"You can't have both, ha ha..."

He wanted to laugh but could not. All his anger and unwillingness were blocked up in his chest and silted up into a ball, which made his bones ache even when he breathed.

Holding on to the letter with both hands, he almost broke it. Seeing the three characters of Xiao Zhenhai flying on it, his eyes were red. He tore it into hundreds of pieces and threw it everywhere.

Assistant's face did not change, in a piece of white paper scraps, cold eyes looked at him.

"This is a copy. As long as you insist on looking for Xing Rushi, someone will deliver this document to all shareholders."

Li Muran's face sank, holding the door frame with both hands, and his fingertips turned white because of too much force.

The old man controls the biggest share of the reform, and his words are undoubtedly the imperial edict in the eyes of shareholders.

"I see.

Deep breath, doze on the eyes, and then open, there is no waves inside, just like a bottomless abyss, so that he can not help but fear.

He punched the wall and made a dull sound, but still could not restrain the growth of anger in his heart.

"Damn it

His face was cold, and his thin lips closed into a straight line. His sight swept over him coldly and gave out a light smile, which included ridicule and coldness, which surprised the assistant.

But Li Muran did not even look at him and drove straight to the old house.

Xiao Jingsi and Qin Ranran are sitting in the living room talking about themselves. They are scared to see him come in with a black face.

"Muran, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing the worry on her face, she looked down, saw her protruding abdomen, squeezed out a rolling word from her teeth, and strode to the study on the second floor.

Seeing the visitor, the old man had a relaxed look and tasted his tea as if he had never seen the flames in his eyes.

Looking at his indifferent appearance, Li Muran couldn't help but sneer, full of sarcasm on his face.

"You are really a great writer. Aren't you afraid of betrayal?"

For this word, the old man is a little sensitive, the movements on his hands, and soon returned to normal.

"I just hope you don't follow your mother's path. I never miss people's eyes."

He chuckled, as if he had heard a big joke, but he burst into tears.Hands to the table a support, on the old man's line of sight, black pupil is not inferior to the old man's ruthless.

"Then try to see who we are going to laugh at last!"

The old man's eagle eyes flashed a trace of color, the original calm face completely split, revealing an angry face.

"Don't think I really dare not move you. All I do is for you."

Li Muran looked at him with disdain, word by word.

"I owe you nothing but what you have done."