On the far side of the ocean, in a luxuriously decorated room, Beichen Yun's cell phone was knocked off his hand, and a man who looked seventy-nine similar to him stood in front of him.
"dad… "
Lin Feng stepped forward and tried to say something, but was slapped back by the man: "I said that he is not allowed to contact the outside world, do you all treat my words as deaf ears?"
Bei Chenyun looked at the person in front of him with a cold face, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Father, I want to leave."
"How dare you! Beichen Yun, has your brain been squeezed by the door? She is the young lady of the Su family. What does a wife who is already a married woman have to do with you? Do you think your wings are hard? Master Su and Huo What is the relationship between the City Group and who are you?"
"Father, have she and Su Yan divorced? I want to find him."
"You should give up this idea as soon as possible! Watch out for me, young master. If anyone dares to disobey me again, get out of here."
Lin Feng frowned and looked at Bei Chenyun, but saw Bei Chenyun suddenly running outside. The bodyguards were not vegetarians either. They came up to intercept them one after another, but they were all knocked to the ground by Bei Chenyun. There was an unprecedented look on their stern faces. There have been times when I was not calm.
Ai Jiujiu's cry on the phone just now still echoed in Bei Chenyun's ears, which also made him strike more steadily and ruthlessly. He knocked down everyone as quickly as possible. Bei Chenyun rushed out quickly and was almost there. At the gate, there was an angry shout: "Beichen Yun, if you dare to step out here, you will no longer be my son, and you will no longer be the president of Beichen Group."
These words succeeded in making Bei Chenyun pause, but it was only a pause, and he had disappeared at the gate.
"The traitor! The traitor!"
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In City The pinched areas were no better.
He forced himself to stand up, walked to the room with shaky feet, and washed his face with cold water. His cheeks and neck were burning with pain. When he returned to the bed, Ai Jiujiu took out the ointment from the drawer. Apply it to yourself little by little.
The phone rang again, this time it was from his mother. Ai Jiujiu calmed down and made sure there was nothing wrong with his voice before answering: "Mom?"
"99, what are you doing?"
"I haven't done anything. I'm getting ready... I'm getting ready to eat. Mom, what do you want from me?"
"It's nothing. Ayan just called and asked if we had any fruits we wanted to eat. He asked people to bring them to us. I made some bacon here. The Spring Festival is coming soon. Can you give me your address? Shall I send you some? Although it's not a good thing, it's home-made and it's clean and safe."
Listening to his mother's words, Ai Jiujiu immediately realized what Su Yan meant. He was reminding himself that he still had a weak spot in his hand.
Ai Jiujiu twitched the corner of his mouth: "Mom, no... Okay, I'll send you the address. Don't do it too much. Don't be tired."
"Okay, I'm not tired anymore, that's all. You can eat first."
It was gray outside the window, and there was no gorgeous sunset. Ai Jiujiu sat by the bed for a long time, then took the computer, opened the document, and started working.
After so many years, and as he grows older, Ai Jiujiu understands that even if the sky falls, he still has to live how he should live.