C122 Who is the child

Huan Jing raised his head and saw the shocked expression in Tang Gu Rui's eyes.

He frowned slightly. "Why are you so shocked?"

Was he very surprised?

He really wanted to ask how much money Lu Wenzhen had given her back then, for her to leave without hesitation.

He also wanted to ask her, "Five years have passed, has she regretted it?"

But in the end he did not ask.

To some extent, he felt that this was a little embarrassing.

… …. If a woman took a cheque and was willing to leave, she would leave without even giving him a look of nostalgia. Wasn't this a type of failure?

If his entire life could be said to have been smooth sailing for him, then Tang Meng Rui had undoubtedly given him an important strike, making him completely miserable when he turned around. Even Huan Family and his men would not be able to withstand a piece of paper that was floating in the air.

The astonishment in Tang Chu Rui's eyes lasted no more than three seconds. Soon, it turned into a chuckle.

"Did your brain get crushed just now?"

You're talking nonsense now?

Before Huan Jing could argue with his, his gaze fell on Tang Meng Rui's eyes and swallowed those words back into his stomach.

He wanted to ask too many questions, but every question was like a slap in the face, repeatedly emphasizing how he had failed.

As a man, he felt that this interrogation was enough.

He looked around the room and asked, "How have you been these last few years?"

"Not much, just what you see."

The room was a mess, with everything piled up in one place. Everywhere he looked, he saw cheap furniture, as if it were a makeshift house.

Huan Jing sat up, at the same time, Tang Meng Rui also sat up.

They sat cross-legged on the floor, like strangers meeting for the first time, looking at each other as if they had just met a new friend.

The people who were once familiar with each other now started to ask questions that seemed like they would only ask the first time they met.

"What do you do?"

Huan Jing asked.

Tang Chu Rui shrugged indifferently and said, "Buyer."

Purchase guide?

Huan Jing's eyes darkened, as if he was thinking about what kind of job shopping for it was. Tang Meng Rui had already expected his reaction, and smiled.

"A salesman," she began. "A young master like you probably doesn't understand human suffering, right?"

Huan Jing choked on her, and did not give up, and continued to ask.

"How long have you been here?"

Tang Xunrui: "I've been changing places, but I don't know how long I've been living for."

The conversation between the two wasn't light or heavy. After a while, Tang Muren looked at the balcony. "Young Master Huan, shouldn't you go back?"

Huan Jing did not leave, and stayed in the room for a while.

He seemed to be reluctant to leave. Once he left, he would not know how to climb the balcony next time.

"I'm going to sleep." "No," said Tang.

Huan Jing did not make a sound.

"It's late." "No," said Tang.

Huan Jing did not make a sound.

"If you don't leave, I'll throw you off the balcony." Tang pointed to the balcony outside.

Huan Jing did not make a sound.

In the end, Tang Gu Rui stood up and rolled up her sleeves, as though she was really going to make her move. Only then did Huan Jing stand up first and said: "Then I'll go."

Tang Gu Rui: "…"

How good would it have been if you had done this earlier?

Huan Jing walked downstairs, and when he turned around, Tang Meng Rui was still standing in the cold night wind.

It was already late at night. The street lamps were extinguished one by one, leaving behind only one or two that still had a faint afterglow. The light was just reflected on Tang Chu Rui's hair.

The cool night wind blew her hair up in an arc in the wind.

This soft curve actually made him feel reluctant. He extended his hand, but his hand still fell from the sky.

From Tang Meng Rui's perspective, Huan Jing's face was as thin as ever.

The lean angle made people happy and they were unspeakably handsome.

Half of his face was hidden in the darkness while the other half was hidden under the halo of the lamplight. There was an endless meaning to his words, as if he had read it in a hundred different ways.

But Tang Gu Rui did not look at Huan Jing; she only looked at the window of her floor. The light there had already dimmed down, indicating that the pellet had obediently gone to sleep.

Seeing Tang Meng Rui's gaze sweeping towards the window, Huan Jing's eyelashes silently blinked.

"This child... Is it the man's? "

When he turned around, Huan Jing asked calmly.

"You had that man's child before you married me?" he asked.

Tang Chu Rui smiled.

The wind blew her hair in the opposite direction, covering half her face.

Tang Chu Rui stretched out her hand to brush her hair off her face. She replied quietly as the wind blew, "We are not married yet. The so-called marriage contract is just a paper contract, and it's not counted."

"What about the child? Is he that man's?" Huan Jing asked.

That rumored "true love" of her eloping with a cheque and true love?

Tang Chu Rui did not continue to pester him. She only replied with two words: "Yes."

Thus, the topic came to an abrupt end. There was nothing more to say.

"Alright."

Huan Jing turned his head and got on the carriage, not asking any further questions.

He drove around and around the city several times, and the tightness in his heart never left him.

There was music in the car, opposite the vast night sky and the bright stars.

He stopped the car by the river, got out and walked for a while, then walked back in silence.

At this time, the assistant called him and asked with a frown, "Young master, when will you be back? "There's a video conference tonight. In order to match the time difference at home, when are you going back to the hotel?"

Huan Jing: "Got it, I'm coming over."

He went back to the hotel for a videoconference, signed a few papers, and looked through some messy project plans for a while.

A stack of items piled up together. Normally, this was what he was most skilled at, but today, he felt extremely upset. Seeing all the characters on the paper wandering around, he resisted the urge to tear off all the documents and went to the hotel window to smoke, calming himself down.

The assistant was a little confused, what happened to the young master today? It's like he ate gunpowder?

Just as he was about to ask what was wrong with the young master, Huan Jing suddenly turned around and asked, "When is the finals?"

"Ah?" What finals? " The assistant was stunned once again.

"The electric competition," Huan Jing said. "The one that Tian Zong is participating in."

"Ah, that!"

The assistant quickly flipped through the calendar.

"The day after tomorrow will be it! At that time, all the contestants will be participating! "

Huan Jing: "Alright, then push away the schedule for the competition. I'm going to watch the competition."

Assistant: "Alright."

But then he felt a little strange.

The young master had clearly already been eliminated, but it was still impossible for him to participate in the next round of the finals. Why was the young master so concerned about the finals?

He even pushed away the schedule and went to watch the competition?

Even though he was full of doubts, the assistant did not say anything and just swallowed his words.

Just like that, Huan Jing stayed in the United States. On the second day, he remotely processed some documents in the hotel, and in the afternoon, he paid a visit to some cooperative merchants and crocodiles.

The entire trip was packed to the brim, a group of people were chatting merrily. The CEO s passionately asked for handshakes, praising Huan Jing for his capabilities. In between the cups, the elite's hunting instincts and wrists were fully revealed. He did not know why, but he really thought that Huan Jing had made a special trip to America to investigate. There were even some media speculations as to whether Huan Jing had taken a fancy to some hot topic that everyone had been discussing for a long time, etc.

Only the assistant knew that these seemingly packed trips were just a decoration to pass the time.

The Young Master's true purpose for coming here was to sit in the audience and watch the competition.

The first day of the finals was quickly over. The finals had officially begun on the second day. Huan Jing arrived early in the morning and did not miss the time for every participant to fight on stage.

This time, the organizer had long recognized Huan Jing from afar, when he saw him sitting in the seat up there, he immediately arranged for his own few assistants to come over to receive him.

Huan Jing's gaze was always on the competition grounds below.

The finals were very lively. There were more people watching, as well as the media's momentum. He sat cross-legged on the sofa with a calm expression, looking like a deity overlooking the world from a distance.

But only Huan Jing knew the worry in his heart.

He leaned over and asked the people beside him what they were going to say. The people next to him immediately went to get the order chart for the finals.

The person who came along with the form was the person who personally hosted the event.

"Young master Huan, this is how things are going …." The organizers began explaining one by one.

"Skip it." Huan Jing said.

When the organizers saw him like this, they knew that he wasn't very interested in the other contestants. Observing his words and appearance, they immediately changed the topic to the main topic.

"And this contestant, Miss Tang," the host said with a smile, "She is the fourth last contestant from last place. She was randomly chosen by lot, so it should be around three or four in the afternoon."

During the afternoon break, the scene was the most lively.

The assistant cut the steak in her hand while muttering, "It doesn't taste good when it's delivered to me. We'll have to delay the trip for at least ten minutes. The original flavor of the steak is gone..."

However, Huan Jing did not move. His gaze swept down the stairs, not letting go of even a single corner.

Until now, he still hadn't found where Tang Xurui was.

He continued to wait with great patience until four o'clock, when Tang's group began to compete.

Three people in a group, the other two were already in position, only her seat was empty.

Huan Jing's gaze turned dark just like that.

What was this?

Did she get rid of him?