Every year on December 12th, it is a very difficult day for Zhao Yungang.

For Wang Jianming, that's the same.

The only time I killed someone in my life.

On the night before that, he took a hot spring with Zhao Yungang. After taking a hot spring, he went to drink. He also called a few beauties to accompany him. Before he knew it, he drank too much. Zhao Yungang drank too much, but his cell phone kept ringing. Later, it stopped ringing, but his cell phone rang. He took it out and looked at it, stood up, walked outside, and answered the phone drunk.

The phone call was from Song Zhiyuan and asked, "Brother Zhao is with you?"

Wang Jianming was a little excited and said in a drunken tone: "I don't know, you can't contact him?"

"Wang Jianming," Song Zhiyuan's tone was rarely stern: "Since I called you, I naturally found out that you two were together. You give him the phone and I have something to tell him."

Wang Jianming smiled and said, "He is drunk. If you have something to do, just like me, I will tell him. It's not that I deliberately hid it from him just now. He is hiding from you now, afraid that you will have a debt."

Song Zhiyuan sneered on the other end of the phone: "Wang Jianming, you are such a trick."

Wang Jianming curled his smile and asked, "What's wrong with me? Don't touch me about you two."

"Do you think I can't find your head when you're doing those little moves behind you?" Song Zhiyuan said: "It happens that I want to talk to you too, tell me, where are you? Should I go to find you or you come to find me."

Wang Jianming secretly glanced inside and said, "I'm in another place and I can't get back for a while."

"I know what you want to do. I can tell you clearly that your wishful thinking is gone. Do you really think you can destroy me?" Song Zhiyuan said: "I also know that your goal is not just our Song family, you also want to kill two birds with one stone, it's so scheming."

Wang Jianming was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"I don't know what I'm talking about. You always know the name Chengming International, right?"

Wang Jianming's expression suddenly changed, and Song Zhiyuan said: "How is it? Are you willing to see me now?"

"I'll make an appointment, you go there."

He arranged for Song Zhiyuan to an abandoned high-rise building in City A. Thinking of the hidden place, he was afraid that Song Zhiyuan would use any tricks. He rushed back to City A from the hot spring where he was located, and it only took more than two hours to take a plane. When he rushed over, Song Zhiyuan was already waiting for him on the roof.

This is an old office building with more than ten floors. It was already a very tall building in the past because you can see the best river view in the new district of A City. The roof was once built into a place for rest and sightseeing. Now late at night, there is no one, only Song Zhiyuan stood on the top. The other side of the river is the bustling commercial area, and the light almost made the roof here dizzy, brighter than the moonlight.

As soon as he reached the roof, Song Zhiyuan came over and knocked him to the ground with a punch.

Wang Jianming wiped the corner of his mouth, got up from the ground, suddenly laughed, and said, "When I was on the plane, I suddenly figured it out. If you really have a way, how could you make an appointment with me? You asked me to come here, just to discuss it with me, right?"

"You are so despicable." Song Zhiyuan said: "Brother Zhao and I both treat you as brothers."

"Brother," Wang Jianming sneered and said, "You are so ridiculous. You are from Song, I am from Hong. You are stupid when you treat me as your brother. Who is the one who does business? Who is still a blank piece of paper?"

Song Zhiyuan was a little impatient and shivered. Wang Jianming said: "You are desperate now, what should I do? Don't come back, you'll be finished. If you want to come back, Zhao Yungang will be finished. There must be one of your two companies for me. In fact, you don't have to be so indignant. What's the point of being desperate? Shouldn't you protect yourself? If others don't do it for yourself, you will definitely not blame you if Zhao Yungang knows your difficulties. He will avoid you now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhiyuan pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and threw them on his face.

The photo fell to the ground, Wang Jianming picked it up from the ground, and his face changed instantly.

"I know it's not easy for you to be in Hong's family over the years," said Song Zhiyuan. "I don't think of losing both sides. If you stop, these photos will end here. Otherwise, I'll let the whole world see it in less than two days."

Wang Jianming's hands were trembling: "Everyone said that you, Song Zhiyuan, are the most scheming and the kindest person. Why, you will use these despicable means to secretly photograph me?"

"Who is still a piece of blank paper in business?" Song Zhiyuan learned what he said just now: "Money is important, but the future is important. You can choose it yourself. I can only tell you that if these photos are exposed, you will not only be separated from your wife, but also go to jail."

Wang Jianming tore all the photos and threw them on the ground: "Okay, okay, Song Zhiyuan, I underestimate you."

Song Zhiyuan took out his cell phone: "Do you want me to call my media friends?"

Wang Jianming rushed over and knocked his cell phone to the ground.

Song Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Why do you have to do this?"

With a tall and thin figure, she never looked so arrogant. Wang Jianming said: "You know how much effort I have spent on the layout. Zhao Yungang is not finished, I am going to be finished. I am the one who loses money. If Hong Fangxia knew that I had made so much money to build a real estate company on her back, she would kill me. We are not brothers, well, Zhao Yungang is your brother, aren't I the same?"

"A person like you is worthy of being a brother." Song Zhiyuan picked up the phone on the ground. Wang Jianming was shocked, as if the dissipated alcohol had come up again at this moment. He stepped forward and grabbed Song Zhiyuan's arm: "What are you doing, who are you going to call!"

During the argument, Song Zhiyuan's cell phone fell to the ground again. Wang Jianming pushed him onto the railing. The wind blew him, and he said, "Don't force me."

Song Zhiyuan showed a look of panic on his face. He grabbed his arm and stood up hard, but he could not withstand his strength. He was pressed down on the railing again. His entire upper body was tilted into the air. He was taller than Song Zhiyuan and stronger than Song Zhiyuan. The suppressed feeling of Song Zhiyuan being unable to move made him excited. Wang Jianming said: "I don't understand you. If you take back the money, you won't hurt you. Zhao Yungang, he will pay at most. He can start over again, but I, I can't afford it. I'm old, it's not easy for me to stand up once. It's not easy for me to be in the Hong family. You know, I have to be good for myself, please help me."

"You let go first, let go."

Wang Jianming did not let go, like a drunk man, but he was very clear-headed and deliberately pushed Song Zhiyuan upwards. He was probably crazy. He later didn't understand what happened to him at that time. Maybe he had drunk alcohol, maybe he was confused at that time and was too cold. However, his mind was very hot. He let go of Song Zhiyuan. Song Zhiyuan stood up in panic. He suddenly turned around and pushed Song Zhiyuan out in one go.

The railing was nearly waist-high, Song Zhiyuan shook his upper body for a moment and shouted in surprise: "Wang Jianming!"

He then pushed hard again, but he didn't dare to look at Song Zhiyuan's face at that time. When Song Zhiyuan fell down, he even closed his eyes. When he opened it again, only the north wind blew him.

He trembled and picked up the photos scattered on the ground, and cried while picking them up, but didn't dare to speak loudly. Finally, he saw Song Zhiyuan's cell phone landing on the ground.

At that moment, he was surprisingly calm and crazy. He sat on the ground and kept sending messages to Zhao Yungang, imitating Song Zhiyuan's tone, begging him, and bombarding him wildly. When editing the text message, he suddenly felt a great resentment in his heart. Yes, it was Zhao Yungang, it was all his fault. He was Wang Jianming, and Song Zhiyuan, and his tone looked like a person who was forced into a desperate situation. He wiped his phone clean and threw it away.

That night, Zhao Jindong was drunk and got up very late, had a severe headache, and his head was drowsy. After looking at his watch, he found that he had already slept until afternoon. But he didn't know where his cell phone went.

He called the waiter to help him find his cell phone, and he came out to have a meal. As soon as he arrived at the hot spring restaurant, he heard several people around him discussing while watching TV news: "...It's too sudden, so young, why can't I think so hard?"

"It is said that he jumped from the building in the middle of the night, and he was exhausted when he found out. Unfortunately, I heard that he is the most optimistic about the car manufacturing industry in our country."

Zhao Yungang seemed particularly sensitive to the word "making a car". He immediately turned his head and asked, "Who are you talking about, what happened?"

The man on the other side's table looked back at him and said, "The car-making king Song Zhiyuan jumped off the building and died."

Zhao Yungang could hardly believe his ears. He stayed in place, staring at the TV screen, and he almost staggered back to the room, half of his luggage was thrown on the ground, and walked out.

When he walked into the corridor, he saw Wang Jianming wearing a nightgown, with a calm face and seemed to have a sleepy sleepiness, saying, "I really shouldn't have drunk so much wine with you yesterday, and I slept until now."

Wang Jianming lived many days of fear, but no one suspected him. The final result was that Song Zhiyuan committed suicide.

Zhao Yungang's guilt invisibly made Song Zhiyuan's suicide more credible. Zhao Yungang knelt in front of Yu Hua and cried bitterly, believing that he had forced Song Zhiyuan to death.

The text messages Song Zhiyuan sent before his death became a sin he had to bear throughout his life.

As a friend, Wang Jianming helped to handle Song Zhiyuan's funeral. Many tears came to tears at the funeral. Others said, "I didn't see how good he and Song Zhiyuan were during their lifetime. Who knew that Song Zhiyuan was so sad when he died."

However, his good days came to an end soon. Song Zhiyuan died, and Song's family fought for property, so they naturally had to conduct a deep investigation. They found that the company behind the scenes wanted to eat Song's company. Taking advantage of the break of Song's capital chain, the company that attacked was Wang Jianming's Yuejia Hong Group, and the person behind the scenes was naturally Wang Jianming.

Zhao Yungang almost committed suicide. A few years later, the Hong family went bankrupt and Wang Jianming finally fell into Zhao Yungang's hands. When he was in the most painful time, his only comfort might be that everyone knew that he had forced Song Zhiyuan to death while taking advantage of others' danger, but no one ever suspected that Song Zhiyuan had committed suicide.

To put it bluntly, his so-called taking advantage of others' danger is just morally condemned, and on the surface it seems, it is also a normal business competition.

But his life was actually the moment when Song Zhiyuan fell from the building, and it was over. He hid this secret, which was nothing more than resentment towards Zhao Yungang.

Don't live well, don't live well.

"Murderer, murderer!" Song Chen pulled Wang Jianming's daughter away, pulled Wang Jianming out of bed and kicked him. Wang Jianming was kicked so hard that he couldn't get up, and said, "You beat me to death, you can't get buried with me, and you father and son are buried with me, I'm not losing, hahahaha, I'm not losing!"

"The family was destroyed by you, I have been destroyed by you for the rest of my life. I should cut your flesh one by one. In front of you, kill all your sons and daughters, all die, all die!" Song Chen was a little crazy and beat him to death. Wang Jianming suddenly touched the scissors that fell to the ground. He grabbed it, and the blood in his body was boiling. It seemed that it was another day. The day when he pushed Song Zhiyuan to fall from the building, his eyes turned red, and he tried his best to stab Song Chen in the chest.

Wang Jianming's daughter screamed, Wang Jianming pulled out the scissors, and blood splattered on Wang Jianming's eyes. The world was red. He directly scratched his neck-

Song Chen woke up from the bed and found Mrs. Zhao sitting on the head of his bed. Seeing that he was awake, he hurriedly said to the people around him: "Xiao Chen is awake."

"Where is Wang... Jianming?"

"He is dead." Zhao Xinzhi said.

Song Chen was stunned, his eyes were a little confused, and he said, "It's a bargain."

"Don't think about this," Mrs. Zhao wiped her tears and said, "You have a good rest and wait until your health is well done."

Song Chen looked at the people around him weakly and saw it, but he didn't see Zhao Yungang.

"Dad knows about you... he is in the hospital now." Zhao Xinzhi said.

Song Chen said "um" and felt a heavy body. In his drowsy sleep just now, he dreamed that he became Song Chenchen again and went to the supermarket with Jiang Beichen.

Jiang Beichen is a name that is too far away, and he is in a dream.

He doesn't want to see anyone now, he just wants to see Jiang Beichen.

Tears poured out, and he said, "Godfather, can he... come here? I'm afraid I won't see you in the future."

After a while, Zhao Yungang came in a wheelchair. Zhao Yungang was no longer the tall and tall Zhao Yungang used to be. When he saw him, his eyes turned red. He held his hand and kept crying.

"I...I have always loved you very much," Song Chen said weakly: "I...I only treat you as my father, but I hate you. Now...I know that you love me the most."

"Xiao Chen." Zhao Yungang held his hand and lay on his hand and cried. The tears were hot and wet his hands.

In a daze, Yu Hua, who had not been rescued, lay on the hospital bed dyingly and said to Zhao Yungang: "The Song family has no immediate relatives, and the others are all wolves. I don't feel at ease if I want to eat people. Brother Zhao, I will entrust Xiaochen to you. If you are thinking of Zhiyuan, take good care of him and let him live happily and happily. I believe in you."

Over the years, he has used all his fatherly love, but it’s a pity.

A family of good things did not make any mistakes, but in the end they were not kept.

"You are going to... die," Zhao Yungang choked and said, "How did I... see your parents."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Song Chen's mouth and said, "I...I'm going to live a good life."

He was bored to speak, and just wanted to see Jiang Beichen before he died. Jiang Beichen was chasing him. He liked him in his heart, but he was stubborn. He didn't even say that he liked him.

Death may be a good thing for him. He either meets Jiang Beichen or Yu Hua and Song Zhiyuan. Family affection or love will always be the same. No one knows about life and death, and perhaps death is a life leading to another world.

All the doctors who were rescued went in, and Mrs. Zhao and the others were invited out. Zhao Baotao had red eyes and saw Zhao Jindong sitting in the corridor in the distance.

Zhao Jindong never went in. He heard the crying of Mrs. Zhao Yungang, stabbing his ears. He raised his left hand and looked at it, rubbed the ring on his ring finger with red eyes, and took it off.

I have been wearing the wedding ring for a long time, but he still wears it after divorce, so he should have taken it off long ago. Now there is a deep ring mark on his hand.

The moment the ring was removed, the electrocardiogram suddenly jumped again in the rescue room. Song Chen's eyelashes moved, and a tear came.

The author has something to say: I have written it back and forth many times, and added and deleted it several times.

I repeatedly reminded myself that I wrote a sweet article, and this is doing the magic horse!
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