That night.
The moonlight is desolate, and everything is silent.
Quan Hanting sat up, turned his head to look at Shen Hou who was sleeping, and got out of bed lightly.
Then he pushed open the door of the next room.
Under the dim yellow light, the wooden cradle**, and through the white dust-proof gauze, the little guy who should have had a good dream is slipping his big eyes and looking around.
Quan Hanting sighed, it really was this time...
He stepped forward, lifted the veil, fixed it on both sides, then lowered his head to look at the little guy: "You, how come you wake up again when you don't sleep at night?"
The voice is low and slow, and the eyes are warm and soft.
Like wind music flowing in the quiet, a ray of light thrown in the late autumn, the hardest person is the most terrible when it is gentle.
The three-month-old baby couldn't understand what the adults said, but only grinned and smiled.
"You know how to use this trick to deal with me! Really think your dad will eat it?"
"Wow... Ah..." The little hand also started to wave.
"I don't know how to repent, I have to keep an inch."
"Hmm..." The little girl seemed to know that she was disgusted, her smile was put away at a speed visible to the naked eye, her head tilted, her big watery eyes staring at him, vaguely revealing a sense of accusation.
"Okay, okay..." Quan Hanting looked helpless, "You can eat it, your father is willing, right now?"
Talking, leaned over and picked up the little guy.
Don't look at his ease, but it is the result of countless times with pillows.
First use one hand to gently support the girl's head and neck, and the other hand to support the little butt, and then support the entire head.
"Hiss..."
Urine again.
"You, you can still laugh, don't you know it smells? Don't pay attention to it when you are so young, what should you do when you grow up?"
"Oooh...puffpuff..."
"Still spitting! Little smelly."
"Puff puff!"
"It's Little Smelly!"
"Puff puff-"
"Yes, you don't smell bad, you smell the best."
"Wow… "
Quan Hanting: "?"
After skillfully changing her daughter's diaper, and patiently coaxing the little guy to sleep, he quietly exited the room.
At this time, it was three o'clock in the morning.
Back next door, Quan Hanting lay down lightly, and soon entered a state of light sleep.
He had that dream again.
In the dream, he was still him, but Shen Hun did not exist.
He disbanded Phaeton four years early and left Ningcheng to return to Zhanao.
His grandfather made an exception to let him enter the elder's hall and receive training as an "heir" with An Zizhao.
In the first year, every day was a training ground, a canteen, and a dormitory, three points and one line. He and An Zizhao are like robots, expanding their potential to the limit, and then there will be professionals to analyze their various indicators and data, and then accept a new round of extreme challenges.
During this period, there will be closed training, no going out, no holidays, and no outsiders are allowed to visit.
In the second year, he began to survive in the wild. Their footprints are all over the most dangerous areas in the world, including the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, tropical rainforests, snow-capped swamps, cliffs and dangerous peaks.
In the third year, the two talents separated, An Zizhao began to get involved in part of the Anjia industry, and Quan Hanting also took over the Tianjue Group from Yi Fengjue.
And this is only part of the actual combat drill, and the rigorous heir training has not ended.
It wasn't until the fourth year that the two entered the "black prison" and came out alive three days later. The training, which was personally checked by the ten elders of the Anjia, strictly selected topics, and abnormally assessed, really came to an end.
Everything that followed seemed logical, An Zizhao succeeded as the head of the An Family, and Quan Hanting officially took charge of the Tianjue Group.
In accordance with the plan of their parents, the two of them steadily took every step and took the path of "superior" better than the former.
Tianjue Group has developed rapidly in his hands, but within ten years, it has become an existence comparable to An's.
His grandfather once praised him personally-young Fengqing Yu Laofengsheng!
Except for the fact that life is unchanged, life begins to be calm, and Quan Hanting, who is happy in the new year, does not seem to have any regrets.
until…
An Zizhao's second child was born, but he was still alone, so his grandmother asked Elder Yue Wuqingyue to make a plan for him.
The hexagram shows that the man he was destined to be in Ningcheng, China—
Fourteen years ago, he founded the Phaeton Group.
Quan Hanting disagreed, but for the sake of Elder An, he took Chu Yujiang and Ling Yun to visit in person.
Things are not what people are. Today's Ningcheng is no longer what it used to be.
He found the family named Shen, who is said to be a local wealthy family, and he also named it quite resoundingly—"the head of the four great families in Ningcheng"!
But in his eyes, it was as small as an ant.
You don't even need to find the real Shen family to ask, just a gray-haired old gardener is enough.
The old gardener's surname was Ding, and the Shen family called him "Ding Bo".
"I ask you," Quan Hanting condescendingly, "Is there any woman in the Shen family who has a dragon in the year of the zodiac? This year should be... 34 years old."
Ding Bo was brought here with his eyes blindfolded, and now he is sitting on the ground shivering, "No... No..."
"Think about it carefully before answering."
"The dragon belongs to..." Ding Bo felt stiff as if thinking of something.
"It seems there are counts, say—"
"I remember the third and third young ladies seem to belong to the dragon."
"Oh? How about her?" According to the information obtained from the investigation, there are only two young ladies in the Shen family, one Shen Ru and the other Shen Yan.
"Dead, dead."
Quan Hanting frowned, but his mood didn't fluctuate, and he was just a stranger after all.
But I asked one more sentence: "How did you die?"
"She was in poor health and died four years ago."
"... Hmm." An understatement.
Quan Hanting let go of the old gardener, and left the next day, never setting foot in Ningcheng again in his entire life.
He lived sixty years old and died in a carefully planned assassination.
Wifeless.
Childless.
…
Quan Hanting opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were full of night, his back covered with cold sweat.
He turned his head and glanced at the sleeping woman beside him.
The heart is calm at that moment.
he thinks-
Sure enough, dreams are all opposite.
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