Chapter 2289

In the past, he did not allow others to say that Fu Jincheng was bad, but today, for the first time, he took the initiative to talk about Fu Jincheng's bad.

But Gao Baixuan said, "maybe."

The conversation between them didn't go on any more and became quiet.

I didn't sleep all night.

The next day, a lot of visitors came to the ward.

They were all good friends of Fu Jincheng. They all sat down and talked to him. They were not noisy. After caring about Fu Jincheng, Qin Jingxu called Gao Baixuan out: "this morning, the news of your father's coma in a car accident has been spread out. Now it's known all over the country. We won't talk about Fu. It doesn't belong to your father, but it belongs to you

There are many other companies in your father's company, and now other senior executives of those companies will definitely have other ideas. "

"So?" Gao Baixuan asked calmly.

"Your father actually made a will before you came back to China. He said, "if anything happens to him, everything belongs to you. So, now those companies, do you want to stay and deal with it?"

Gao Baixuan light said: "do not want to."

Qin Jingxu is disappointed, but he doesn't blame him. He can understand Gao Baixuan's mood.

"I don't mean anything else," Gao explained. "I want to fight for what I want. I'm not interested in what he gave me."

"You are still young and under 18 years old. In our opinion, this decision is immature. It's not too late to wait a few years and make a decision when you grow up."

Gao Baixuan frowned, Qin Jingxu said: "as for those companies, your other uncles and uncles will help you arrange people to deal with them first. You still have time. You can think about it slowly."

Gao Baixuan said lightly: "whatever."

He had his own ideas for his own decisions.

Qin Jingxu couldn't persuade him, and he didn't persuade any more.

That morning, the inspection report of Fu Jincheng came out.

Fu Jincheng's brain hemorrhage is more serious than the doctor expected. In addition, Fu Jincheng's desire for survival is not strong. The doctor judged that Fu Jincheng may not be able to pass the dangerous period.

Although a room of people have psychological preparation, or did not expect this result, are silent.

Seeing off a few friends, Fu Xiaocheng comes back to the ward, but he doesn't see Gao Baixuan.

He looked around the hospital for a while, but didn't see him. He asked the nurse. The nurse pointed in one direction: "I seem to see him go to the rooftop."

Fu Xiaocheng found Gao Baixuan on the roof of the building.

In Fu Xiaocheng's impression, before Gao Baixuan came back from the United States, he had always been a very good child, with a calm smile and a kind of calmness that did not belong to his age, just like a little prince with a good family education.

In other words, in front of Gao Yunjin, he has always been like this.

Only after Gao Yunjin died did he reveal his true colors.

Although he did not show before the quiet and beautiful, but no matter in front of anyone, is a child who likes to keep decent.

But now, he curled up in the hospital mottled corner, shaking hands, familiar with smoking.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, his eyes turned scarlet and saw Fu Xiaocheng. He paused and turned away.

Fu Xiaocheng hesitated for a moment, then walked over, squatted down beside him, and stretched out his hand: "lend me one?"

Gao Baixuan handed him the cigarette case and lighter.

Fu Xiaocheng lit a cigarette, sipped it, highlighted the thick white smoke, stared at the cloudy and crumbling sky, and asked for a long time: "when did you learn to smoke?

Fu Xiaocheng thought he would say "these two years", but he said: "forget it."

Fu Xiaocheng looked at him in surprise. For the first time in the past two years, he looked at him seriously: "have you had a good time in the past two years?"

Since Gao Yunjin's death, he has set foot on his own way home.

Although he had other servants to take care of him, he was only a person in a foreign country without relatives.

At that time, he was less than 16 years old. In their eyes, he was still a child. However, he lived alone for two years. He not only had to study, but also had to deal with Gao Yunjin's career.

No matter how smart he is, he will be tired, but when he contacts them, he never takes the initiative to mention his own business.

"Well."

Gao Baixuan smoked one, Fu Xiaocheng did not persuade him not to continue, see him take out another one, also conveniently help him light a fire, "miss your mother?"

Gao Baixuan stopped and didn't answer.

"Do you want to see her?"

"Just bought a ticket the day after tomorrow."

Fu Xiaocheng nodded and said, "do you hate him?" Gao Baixuan is not particularly attached to Gao Yunjin. When he grew up abroad, he would not say anything about love in front of Gao Yunjin, so that when Gao Baixuan came back home to get closer to Lin Yixun, they even misunderstood him

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Later they realized that Gao Baixuan didn't love Gao Yunjin.

He loved it so much.

He is very clever. Gao Yunjin doesn't say anything, but he knows everything.

Knowing Gao Yunjin's pain over the years and knowing that she is not easy, he is not sticky, just to reassure Gao Yunjin and let her not worry too much about him.

"It wasn't hate before."

Since he was sensible, he has never put his own father in his heart.

He knows about Gao Yunjin and Fu Jincheng. He doesn't hate him and doesn't want him. He just blames him for treating his mother like this.

For his existence, Fu Jincheng how to see, he really does not care.

But.

When his mother untied the knot and tried to start a new life, he killed his mother!

How can he not hate?

"But you still have feelings for him, don't you?"

If he had no feelings, he would not hide here and lick now.

Yes, he thought he had no feelings for Fu Jincheng.

But blood is a wonderful thing.

It's easy to be emotional.

Although he and he can't communicate with each other like other father and son, he usually doesn't think of him. Only occasionally, when people mention these words of father and father, his figure will flash through his mind, and he is no longer as confused as before.

The ties of blood between them form an invisible tie.

But now, this kind of tie seems to be broken again.

Because Fu Jincheng is dying.

After calming down, Gao Baixuan felt the loneliness he had never felt before.

Two days later, Gao Baixuan flew to the capital again.

I got off the plane, bought a bunch of flowers and went straight to the cemetery.

Gao Baixuan squatted down, stroked the picture on the tombstone and said in a soft voice: "Mom, he's dying, do you know?" The man who sleeps in the tombstone naturally can't answer him, only comes the rustling wind.