Chapter 38 Hesitating

"What else can I do?" This is the last sentence Cao Xiong said to Zhao Xiaoping.

After that, he was invited out of the Cao family courtyard, and he could not see the jubilant scene in it.

Cao Xiu died, and Cao Xiong's mood was complicated. Although he had never really devoted his feelings for this child and just poured his anger into his young life, after all, it was the child who watched him grow up and accompanied him through 23 cold and warm lives.

I remember that Cao Xiu was so cold that he blushed outside when he was a child, and his little hands almost swollen.

He asked the housekeeper to take him into the house quickly and asked him why he did it.

Because you like it! I see that you are unhappy, so make a snowman to make you happy!" In the eyes of young Cao Xiu, even when he grows up, his father is his most respected person and his eternal backer.

Although he has no mother since he was a child, he has gained unrestrained freedom, presumptuousness and satisfaction of desire that no child can get.

Although it has been completely rotten from the body to the soul, there is still a holy place in his heart with the perfect image of his father until the moment of his death.

Suddenly, Cao Xiong regretted a little. The pleasure after revenge was only for a while, but now that I think about it, what's the effect for me?

It took 23 years to deliberately lead the child to destruction, but it did not make his happiness last for half an hour.

He did not break his vows to the child's mother, but did not let his grievances dissipate. The scene he had been looking forward to for 23 years came, but he was happier than him was the relatives.

These people squinted their eyebrows one by one, pretending to be extremely sad.

In fact, Cao Xiong knows better than anyone that they must be setting off fireworks in their hearts at this moment.

When his son died, he was also old, and his huge property was theirs.

They don't know that a pair of eyes are staring at every move here.

There is a row of tall maple trees outside the Cao family courtyard. These maple trees have a life expectancy of decades, and their branches and leaves are the sky.

Pan Hongsheng stood on a branch more than ten meters high, quietly watching the movement in the room.

The Cao family compound is really too big. It is dozens of meters away from the gate to the main house. Under this distance

He had to observe the movement inside with the help of a high-power telescope.

Cao Xiong's complex emotions made Pan Hongsheng feel something.

This kind of unbridled doting is not because of love for your son too much, or because of boundless hatred.

Judging from Cao Xiong's reaction, he seemed to have got the answer. Although the hypocritical faces in the hall made him sick, curiosity made him stay on the branch and quietly observe the short and thin old man.

"Let's all go," Cao Xiong said feebly, "Let me be alone."

Miscellaneous people are scattered by birds and beasts in an instant. After all, pretending to be a grandson and crying is not a labor-saving job. Everyone can't wait to drink the celebration wine.

A few years later, perhaps one of them will be at the helm of the whole family business. Even if it is not good, he will get a piece of the pie and become a hero of the rich side.

As for Cao Xiong's feelings, who cares?

In their eyes, Cao Xiong is like a cow that produces milk. After constantly providing himself with fresh milk, he can also kill and eat meat.

Poverty can make relatives support each other and share the joys and sorrows, and wealth may turn people into the most dangerous enemies and the most indifferent passers-by.

Suddenly Pan Hongsheng felt that the old man was a little pitiful. He could feel the hypocritical performance of those people and the complex emotions of the old man.

The door was closed, and the whole world was locked inside.

Pan Hongsheng put down the telescope, and he knew there was no need to worry about it.

I'm just a factor that is bound to appear. Even if Cao Xiu doesn't die in his own hands today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a few years later, more than ten years later, he will always meet a better person than him and take it into eight pieces.

On his way back to the capital, he encountered a traffic jam again.

The long car dragon can't be seen at a glance. There are trapped drivers and small businessmen wandering around selling inferior food.

He looked at these sentient beings indifferently and suddenly leaned weakly on the backrest.

Suddenly, the door of the car in front of him opened. A fat middle-aged woman held the child, carefully peed, and loudly complained that her husband did not cover it.

The bitter-faced husband was unhappy and felt that he had lost face in front of everyone. But the concern for the child defeated his honor and disgrace. He got out of the car to cover the cold wind, while his son mischievously peed on his shiny leather shoes.

In fact, it's not cold today. This mother is indeed a little nervous.

But when Pan Hongsheng saw this scene, his heart was tightened

He felt a little out of breath. He put one hand on his mobile phone, and his first reaction was to call Zhao Qing.

This woman in her teens can always give him something to replace maternal love.

"Hello? Red rise? What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qing's voice seemed to be a little tired, but she was obviously happy to receive his call unexpectedly.

Pan Hongsheng doesn't remember how long he hasn't chatted with Zhao Qing in private. After all, he meets every day at work. Sometimes it's too close, which makes people forget the feeling of intimacy.

As soon as he heard Zhao Qing's voice, his heart began to warm up.

This feeling has not changed for so many years. Zhao Qing's unique charm of a mature woman with tolerance and kindness always dissipates the irritability and haze in his heart.

"Are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"

"No, it's just... I suddenly miss you."

What Pan Hongsheng said was shameless.

"Come on, you have forgotten me as an old woman for a long time, but this is also a matter of time. I am destined not to accompany you until I have it, and there are still someone to replace me, isn't it?" Zhao Qing's words were extremely straightforward.

Pan Hongsheng has examined his feelings for Zhao Qing countless times, and he can't find a reason every time.

The so-called reason for not finding a reason is not to find a high-sounding reason. He can't explain what he thought.

Maybe you forget yourself when you examine other people's crimes? What about your promise to Zhao Qing? What about the promise to Xu Shu?

What are you doing now? For your own feelings, chasing that lonely girl?

Am I... too concerned about my feelings and ignore others?

"Didi! Didi!"

The car behind him honked fiercely and urged him to move forward. There were several impatient strange faces in the reversing mirror, and the mouth shape was reading the familiar three-character script.

The roadblock in front of it seems to have been cleared.

Pan Hongsheng's car started with difficulty, and the car seemed to be hesitant with the owner's emotions.