transparent glass box in her hand, curved the corner of her lips, and pulled He Hanchuan out, "You big man are here, Wanwan is embarrassed to change clothes, let's go first." 。She pulled the door ope...And he silently prayed in his heart, hoping that Feng Mu wouldn't remember being kicked the next day when he woke up. Otherwise, he would have to fight He Hanchuan.

"He Hanchuan!"

Just then, a clear female voice suddenly rang out.

He was about to get in the car, but when he heard someone calling his name, his footsteps paused slightly.

He followed the sound, and when he saw the woman walking towards him, a flush crept onto his face.

"What are you doing here"

"What Can't I come to see you" Milan wore a white coat, her hands tucked in her pockets, her wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. She had a gentle air about her.

"I called you so many times, sent you so many messages, why don't you reply to me"

"What do you want" He was annoyed the moment he saw her. "I'm a married man with children, don't you think it's impolite to send me text messages every day"

"You..."

Milan's cheeks flushed red with anger, her eyes narrowed at him as she gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't realize you cared so much about that woman. I don't think she's all that impressive."

As soon as the words left his mouth, He Hanchuan's handsome face was instantly clouded with displeasure. His eyes looking at Milan were filled with an extra layer of disgust.

"I'm reminding you one last time, A-wei is my wife, and you better show some respect."

After delivering his harsh words, He Hanchuan turned around to leave.

Milan hurried to follow, unconvinced, and said, "You're really out of your mind. But from a medical standpoint, what you feel for Mo Xiangwan isn't love, it's just your condition taking hold, driving you to have an obsessive desire for her. You need to accept treatment sooner rather than later."

"Get out of the way!"

He was getting a headache from her nagging, so he pushed her away hard.

"Ah!" Milan was pushed, stumbling and falling to the ground. Her delicate palm had been rubbed raw with light streaks of blood.

“Hello, Hanchuan!” She flushed with anger.

"Don't bring medicine into this, I know my own feelings. If Xiang Wan wants my life, I'll give it to her!" He Hanchuan coldly reminded, his eyes on Milan devoid of any pity.

Seeing He Hanchuan's departing figure, Milan only then got up from the ground, unwillingly charging forward once more.

"He Hanchuan, if you're really sick, only I can save you!" She pulled on the car door tightly, excitedly snarling at He Hanchuan, "Don't forget who Xiaofeng died because of. Do you want to repeat the tragedy of that year again"

When mentioning Xiaofeng, He Hanchuan's action of closing the door suddenly paused.

Immediately, he lowered his eyes, a touch of sadness flashing in their depths.

Milan looked at him with complex eyes, she bit her lip and choked back a sob as she cursed him, "He Hanchuan, you bastard!"

In this tone, it carries a hint of grievance, sounding more like a coquettish plea.

And He Hanchuan didn't refute anything, just his mood was very low. He pushed Milan away from the car door, and almost gritted his teeth to say,

Milan, if it weren't for Xiao Feng's sake, you would have died a hundred times over.

Saying that, he slammed the car door shut with a loud "bang."

He drove away, but from the rearview mirror he saw Milan kneeling on the ground with her face covered, sobbing. A flash of anger flared in his eyes.

Stupid woman.

He cursed inwardly before pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialing his assistant. “Come to the Night Shade Bar immediately, I need you to escort someone home.”

……

Hello everyone.

He drove his car into the garage in the courtyard. He didn't get out of the car as usual, but dealt with the bloodstains on his body first.

After doing all that, he fished out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a click of the lighter. The smoke swirled around him, gradually obscuring his handsome face.

Thoughts... also gradually drifted further and further away.

He Jianchuan's eyes seemed to flash back to Xiaofeng's face, even after so many years had passed, his features were still clearly imprinted in his memory.

"Brother Hanchuan, rest assured, I will be with you through thick and thin for the rest of my life. We are brothers forever."

"Hehe, I don't have Han Chuan ge's big aspirations. I just want to make some small money in the future and then go back to my hometown to get married."

"Brother Hanchuan, I'm afraid I won't make it. Don't waste your time on me, please... give this to Milan, and take good care of her for me!"

"... "

He's thoughts drifted further and further away, a mist gathering in his eyes.

Not until the cigarette in his hand burned to the very end, its ember scorching the skin of his fingertips, did he finally relax slightly.

Knock knock--

Just then, the car window was suddenly knocked on.

He extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray beside him, turned his head, and looked out the car window at Xiang Wan waiting for him.

Towards the evening, there was a thin coat on her body, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, making her delicate features even more serene.

"Hánchuān, what are you doing in the car Get out quickly." Xiāngwǎn urged him, rubbing her little hands as if she had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing this, He Hanchuan's handsome face was filled with tenderness. He pushed open the car door and got out of the car.

Towards the Evening stood before him, her small mouth pouted, she complained in a wronged voice, “I waited for you at home for a long time, the children were already coaxed to sleep, how come you are only just back now”

As she spoke, she wrinkled her nose and caught a faint whiff of alcohol.

"Did you drink"

"Mm." He Hanchuan looked at her softly, "It was Feng Mu, you should also know his situation, he insisted on dragging me to get drunk, I could only go with him."

"Oh." Xiang Wan replied in a low voice, her mood down.

After that, she stopped paying attention to He Hanchuan and turned to walk towards the hall.

Just then, He Hanchuan suddenly reached out and tightly grasped her arm, pulling her close and holding her in his embrace. He leaned into her ear and softly whispered, "Wife, I was wrong. I'll never stay up drinking with him this late again."

The moment He Hanchuan was able to embrace A-wan, he felt as though after being drenched in a cold rain outside, he was suddenly enveloped in warmth.

What face, it all doesn't matter anymore.

Listening to He Hanchuan's words, Xiang Wan also couldn't get angry. She patted his shoulder and said helplessly,

"Well, I understand. Feng Mu has things on his mind, and it's only natural that you should be there for him."

He Hanchuan kissed Xiangwan's cheek and chuckled softly, "My wife is the best."

“But next time, don’t drink this late.” Xiangwan reached out her fist and lightly tapped his chest, rebuking him. “You still think you’re a twenty-year-old kid You’re almost middle-aged, you should be soaking goji berries in your thermos cup and taking care of your body.”

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