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"Is there no news yet?" In a corner of the dark room, a man sat in the shadows, his voice low and depressed, as if wrapped in ice that could not be melted.

"I can only be sure that he went south." Cao Hai stood in front of the sofa, stroking his watch with one hand. His nervous movements revealed his nervousness. Fine sweat continued to appear on his forehead, making him wet.

A wisp of hair on the temples.

"Is this also called an answer?" The suddenly rising tone made people shudder.

Cao Hai subconsciously took a step back: "Luo Yi, I have tried my best. Now I will start with Li Shuo's social relations... He must have hired some experts to wipe away his whereabouts. Give me some more time."

, we should be able to find them.”

"How much time do you need? Isn't the person you're looking for an 'expert' enough?" Luo Yi stood up, his eyes gleaming with a biting coldness, and his aura was so overwhelming that he couldn't even lift his head.

"I, I am also subject to a lot of restrictions. The Lawyers Association is investigating me. I can't make any big moves at this time. You, too, Chang Xing is preparing to fight back. At this time, you don't want to take countermeasures, but spend your time and energy looking for someone.

,Are you crazy!"

Luo Yi stepped in front of him and looked at him condescendingly: "Are you asking me if I'm crazy?"

Cao Hai took a deep breath and looked into Luo Yi's eyes. He had the illusion of being entangled by a poisonous snake. He regretted what he had just said.

"I tell you." Luo Yi whispered, "The only normal time in my life is when Wen Xiaohui is by my side."

Cao Hai shuddered hard, because he knew what Luo Yi said was true. Wen Xiaohui was not here, and Luo Yi didn't even bother to pretend. This young man who was only 20 years old was like a thousand-year-old heart in his bones.

Poison Ivy Man has been rotten to the foundation. Only Wen Xiaohui can see his sunny side. Now that Wen Xiaohui is gone, he will let himself fall into darkness.

Cao Hai raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "I will... continue to search, but I am really unable to do so. Don't force me anymore. I beg you to wake up. Chang Xing will not let us go. He is out now.

You will do everything you can to overturn the situation and take revenge. Even if you get Wen Xiaohui back now, you still have to concentrate on protecting him. Why bother? He is nowhere to be found now, but he is safe."

"Are you scared?" Luo Yi squinted at him.

"Can't I be afraid? I have a family, a wife and children, shouldn't I be afraid? Aren't you afraid? If you really like Wen Xiaohui, aren't you afraid that something will happen to him? It's actually a good thing that he's gone now

.”

Luo Yi's face became increasingly gloomy, with an ice storm brewing in his dark eyes. He clenched his fists and said slowly: "Do you know what day it is today?"

Cao Hai was stunned: "New Year's Eve?"

"Yes." Luo Yi turned away, his broad shoulders trembling slightly at this time: "He promised me that he would accompany me every year in the future."

Cao Hai immediately felt that Luo Yi was hateful, ridiculous and pitiful. The two met when Luo Yi was eleven or two years old. Luo Yi was the smartest boy he had ever seen. He was attracted by this extraordinary IQ from the beginning.

Feeling afraid, it turns out that he should be afraid, because even Luo Yi's biological mother was afraid. He once thought that Luo Yi had calculated everything and then executed it coldly. Now it seems that the only thing Luo Yi miscalculated was

Human heart - one's own heart, Wen Xiaohui's heart.

Some mistakes are fatal once made, and Luo Yi made just such a mistake.

Cao Hai looked at Luo Yi, shook his head, and left quietly.

Luo Yi stood in the middle of the huge living room, looking around. It was empty. He couldn't help but turn around, and then turned around. There was nothing, no anger, no words, no laughter, and no one he wanted to hug tightly.

The figure in his arms. He has been in this house since he was born, almost twenty years ago. He once thought that his memory of this house would always be Chang Xing's vicious eyes, Luo Yaya's fearful tears, and his mute voice.

The nanny's dull face, but I don't know since when, every picture related to this house has Wen Xiaohui. The look of laughter, the look of crying, the look of emotion, the look of cheating, and even the look of indifference and hatred in the end

, all Wen Xiaohui, everywhere.

Luo Yi only felt that the world was spinning, and his body fell weakly on the sofa. He stared at the crystal lamp above his head with wide eyes. As he looked at it, his eyes were sore and his vision gradually blurred. He took out his mobile phone and logged into Wen Xiaohui's

Account, posted a new Weibo, only three words: I miss you.

Will he see it? Who is he celebrating the New Year with?

Luo Yi covered his eyes with his hands. He felt as if his body was so light that he was about to float up into the clouds. He couldn't exert any strength. In this quiet big house where you could hear a needle drop, he could only hear his own heartbeat, one after another.

, the beating was heavy and painful, giving him the illusion that he was the only one left in the world. In an environment where no one was bothering him, he finally had the courage to think about a question, that is: is everything he did worth it?

.

This question frightened him, because the answer might deny everything he had in the past, but he was increasingly unable to escape. There seemed to be a pair of familiar eyes quietly watching him, questioning him, and torturing him.

Is it worth it? Is everything he did to Wen Xiaohui and everything he got in exchange worth it?

Luo Yi's hand moved to his chest and tightly grasped the sweater, including the skin and flesh. Even so, it could not relieve the pain at all.

Where are you……

For the first time in his life, Wen Xiaohui will welcome the New Year by himself.

Li Shuo returned to the United States and could not contact anyone, so he cleaned, stocked food, and bought new year's goods by himself.

On New Year's Eve, he came out of the shopping mall carrying large and small bags and stood on the roadside for half an hour without getting a taxi. There were already a lot of people on the street, and most of the drivers had gone home for the New Year. He was worried about this

He was completely unfamiliar with the city's public transportation and didn't know how to get home for a moment. He looked around and suddenly discovered a Porsche 4S store on the ground floor of the mall. A burgundy 911 was parked quietly on the rotating platform by the window.

On the car, slowly rotating under the spotlight, the shiny paint, streamlined body, and the sultry red color made Wen Xiaohui suddenly have an impulse.

He walked in carrying a pile of shopping bags.

There were only three or two employees left in the store, all of them were yawning and looking at their watches, waiting to go home from get off work. When they saw him coming in, they greeted him politely: "Sir, what car do you want to see?"

Wen Xiaohui put down the shopping bag and pointed at the 911: "I want that."

"Uh..." The clerk didn't respond for a moment, "Do you want to look at the product brochure and choose the configuration?"

"No, I want it."

The clerk looked back and said, "It's a display car, so it's available at a 15% discount."

"Well, I want it. Can I drive away today?"

The clerk said in embarrassment: "Not so fast sir, there are many procedures to go through."

"When will it be better?"

"It's time to celebrate the New Year."

Wen Xiaohui glanced and said, "Then how do I get home?"

The manager came over and said, "Sir, I will take you back and sign the car purchase contract with you."

"OK."

Wen Xiaohui followed the manager into the car in confusion.

It wasn't until he returned home, signed the prepaid contract with his documents, and paid the money that Wen Xiaohui realized that he had just spent a large amount of money to buy a sports car that he had coveted for a long time.

This was the most impulsive purchase in his life, but he didn't regret it at all. The breakup fee should be like a breakup fee. If he didn't spend it extravagantly, he would be sorry for Luo Yi's generosity.

He turned on the music, started to put up couplets and window grilles, put the newly purchased tableware on the table, and prepared for the New Year's Eve dinner. Thinking that he would be able to drive a car and go out in style after the New Year, he shouted "Yohe!"

, but the only people who responded to him were incomprehensible.

The sky was getting dark, and the sound of fireworks came from time to time outside the window. Wen Xiaohui cooked several dishes for himself. After setting them on the table, he took out his mobile phone and took pictures one by one. At the end of the picture, he remembered that he had nowhere to send it, and his heart surged.

Unspeakably lost.

He turned the TV up to the maximum volume and listened to the noisy Spring Festival Gala. Facing a table of dishes and a single pair of bowls and chopsticks, the hand holding the chopsticks began to lose some strength.

He reluctantly raised his hand and picked up a piece of ribs, but dropped it on the table. He let out an annoyed "tsk" and tried to pick up the piece of ribs, but his fingers began to lose control and became as soft as noodles and he couldn't put any force on them.

Seeing the soup on the ribs staining the newly bought tablecloth, Wen Xiaohui slapped his chopsticks on the table angrily, grabbed the ribs with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth.

The moment the tender pork ribs entered your mouth, hot tears came to your eyes.

He spit out the ribs, grabbed the wine on the table, and took a big gulp at the mouth of the bottle. The spicy wine went into his throat, making him choke and blush. A heat wave rushed straight to his forehead, and tears flowed uncontrollably like a flood.

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He put down the bottle of wine and grabbed his mobile phone. He wanted to talk to someone, and anyone could say anything. He opened Weibo by mistake, but suddenly remembered that he had no longer logged in to his account, but

He opened another trumpet account, which only followed him and Luo Rui. When he opened the trumpet account, he was stunned.

His account has not had any substantial updates since the day he left the capital, but he has posted more than twenty identical Weibo posts, with only three words in the content: I miss you.

There is no fixed time, no frequency to follow, but these three words will be posted every once in a while. Comments speculated that he was emotionally injured and his behavior was abnormal. In fact, their guess was correct.

Wen Xiaohui looked at the dozens of identical Weibo posts with blurred eyes, his heart aching so much that he couldn't breathe.

Luo Yi, what's the point of doing these things? You should know that we can never go back...

After preparing the New Year's Eve dinner all afternoon, Wen Xiaohui ended up not eating a single bite. He turned off the TV, swallowed a sleeping pill, buried himself deeply in the quilt, and slept through the most difficult Spring Festival in his life.

After the Spring Festival holiday, Shao Qun moved to Pengcheng and began to take Wen Xiaohui around to socialize.

Wen Xiaohui forced himself to cheer up, joking and bragging every day, making the dignitaries in Shao Qun's business very happy, and Shao Qun was also very satisfied with him.

One day, Wen Xiaohui drank too much and was carried out of the nightclub by Shao Qun. Wen Xiaohui hung on Shao Qun in confusion, pointed at the stars in the sky, and shouted nervously: "Almighty Master Shao, give me a

A star."

Shao Qun glared at him: "If you call me, I will throw you to the side of the road."

"You...hehehehe, you can't."

The driver saw them and quickly got out of the car to help Shao Qun. Wen Xiaohui got the two of them into the car.

Shao Qun adjusted his suit and said angrily: "I'll give you three days off."
To be continued...