After talking to Tianman, Jiaoyang called Zhou Jingyao again and said straight to the point: "I've finished my work here, how are you doing there?"

"I'm quick, don't worry."

Zhou Jingyao took off his cell phone, looked at the woman brought to him by the secretary, and said coldly: "Sign."

"No, I won't sign. Jingyao, Jingyao, I was wrong. Please give me another chance."

Seeing that her pleas were in vain, Ao Xin'er hurriedly knelt beside his bed and kept pleading: "Husband, husband, I was wrong. Please forgive me and give me another chance."

"Go away, don't call me that."

A trace of disgust flashed through Zhou Jingyao's eyes: "Don't think that I don't know the little tricks you do behind your back. I know everything about you investigating the Zhou family's affairs behind my back. She is obviously the grandson-in-law of the Zhou family, but she actually betrayed the family.

Do you know that if I tell all the things you have done, it will not be enough for you to die a thousand times. Originally, I wanted to give you a few houses and leave you a pension. Now it seems that it is you.

I don’t want it.”

Ao Xin'er's eyes were panicked, tears falling drop by drop: "That's not the case, husband, listen to me, I'm not checking those things to harm you, I just want to check those things, and I have the evidence in my hands, so you can't do anything with me.

I’m divorced, Jingyao!”

Zhou Jingyao turned his attention away from the crying woman in front of him who was annoying him, and looked at the secretary next to him.

"Let her sign."

At the end, the girl took the hand of the new man she met and left without hesitation.

As for Zhou Zixiu, I have heard little news about him in recent years. It is said that after avoiding the limelight, he stayed at home and failed to recover.

Jiaoyang was already sitting at the table and ordered her favorite desserts and coffee with milk but no sugar.

She comforted him with a smile: "Why, we have only been together for a short time, and you are scared."

Jiaoyang and Zhou Jingyao held hands and came to a coffee shop.

The young man came back to his senses and straightened his collar: "Come in."

Jiao Yang turned around to look at him.

Jiaoyang passed by him and walked into the house: "These, these, move them away, they are all mine, and the ones over there, don't miss them, I don't want to come back again."

Sheng Jia couldn't help but want to kick her. If he hadn't been worried about disturbing his sister, he would have kicked her.

"The company still has things waiting for me to deal with."

Jiaoyang looked at him for a while and also smiled.

Time flies so fast, they have changed from carefree girls in their teens to women in their twenties. Jiaoyang is also gone, and she, in a few more years, will be away from home for three years.

.

Zhou Jingyao stood there, looking at this scene, a little stunned.

The young man smiled and tried his best to pull out a smile: "I understand, sister. You can play as long as you want, but remember, go home when you've had enough."

No matter what choice they make, they are all dedicated to themselves. There is no right or wrong for them.

Three months later, Zhou Jingyao's injured leg healed, and his body and face healed, leaving no trace of the wound.

Shengjia turned around and left.

"Sister, are you divorced?" He probably guessed it.

Zhao Tianman thought that she would answer now without hesitation.

"I know you will miss me."

"We won't do that in the future, right?" He stretched out his hand and pointed at the back of the girl and the man as they left.

Ao Xin'er smiled: "I stayed with Jingyao before and didn't do any other research. I was focused on these trivial things. Besides, I came from a big city after all. When I arrived in the village, the villagers except

Apart from the novelty, they all treated me with respect. They didn't bully me when they saw that I was a stranger and I was not familiar with the place. On the contrary, they helped me a lot. I originally came here to relax, but now I plan to stay here permanently.

Already."

After all, the Sheng family is not worthy of her.

Sheng Jia shook his head and saw the familiar photo and familiar face on the document. His fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he had lived a lifetime ago.

Jiaoyang glanced at it and looked away without much interest.

Not all women want to be heroines. Some want to dedicate themselves to their career, some want to dedicate themselves to their family, and some want to dedicate themselves to love.

Jiaoyang came to him and nodded.

Sheng Jia turned around, revealing a delicate face, nodded to her, and walked towards her.

Seeing that something was wrong, the man hurriedly left: "Mr. Sheng, I'm leaving first."

What bad luck.

The young man took off his headphones, first saw the hands in front of him, then raised his head, saw the delicate face in front of him, and looked at her in surprise.

He still has intermittent contact with people related to her. Ji Nan and Zhao Tianman had warned him long ago that if he dared to let Sheng fall into his hands, they would dare to kill him tomorrow.

The two cars drove to the cemetery one after the other, and each placed a bouquet of flowers in front of her grave, only to find that someone had already been there before.

"I plan to live alone."

Zhao Tianman pulled his sunglasses down.

"I'll go and urge you." Zhou Jingyao stood up quickly.

Sheng Jia followed her: "Don't you think about coming back? The house is deserted now. Only my dad and I live there. Dad misses you too."

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, and her pace slowed down.

There was applause at the door: "Well said."

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"Today's meeting ends here. If you have any questions, we can discuss them tomorrow."

"Manage the company well for my sister, raise the next successor, and then go find her after she dies."

Suddenly, it settled on a young man.

"I miss you too."

Sheng Jia snorted and looked at her: "Why are you here?"

Zhao Tianman nodded: "If you have any difficulties that you need my help with, just ask, and if you want to come back to live in the city one day, just tell me. I'll have someone drive 18 Rolls-Royces."

Come to pick you up."

Sheng Jia pursed her lips and said nothing.

"It's Jiaoyang's third anniversary. Why, as the person she cares about most when she is alive in this world, can't I come?"

Jiaoyang nodded, and after he left, her eyes swept around casually.

Ao Xin'er couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, I know you are the most loyal person."

Three years ago, my sister passed away. The results of the examination were that it was due to overwork. She was exhausted from taking care of the Sheng family in the past few years. Fortunately, there was no pain when she passed away.

Sheng Jia was standing in front of the window sill, lost in thought, when a knock on the door suddenly broke his thoughts.

"You are going to find Zhou Jingyao." He suddenly said.

She stood at the entrance of a small store and raised her eyebrows at the woman inside.

Tianman folded his hands on his chest and snorted coldly.

As for Zhou Jingyao, it seems that he suffered from depression a few years ago, and I don’t know exactly how he got it. He was taken to treatment by his family for a period of time, and it may take some time to recover.

After saying this, Jiaoyang ordered people to pack their suitcases and turned around to leave without looking back.

Zhao Tianman walked and looked at the surroundings: "Xin'er, I didn't expect that your business is doing well."

The man was stunned: "What?"

Shengjia's footsteps paused.

Fifteen minutes later, the desserts haven't been served yet, and Jiaoyang coffee is almost finished.

However, Ao Xin'er thought for a while, then smiled and replied: "It's hard to say, everyone has their own way of living."

Tianman looked at his back: "What the hell, Mr. Sheng, Mr. Sheng? It's really unpleasant to hear others call you that, even if they know that you are only taking this position temporarily."

She tilted her head with a smile, looked at him, and touched his head.

"Please," Tianman couldn't help complaining, "How can you live like your sister back then?"

His temperament stood out from the crowd, he was clean and crisp, and he was wearing a white shirt and jeans. At that moment, she seemed to see the young Zhou Zixiu before he was stained with dust.

He finally understood the pain in his sister's heart, and also understood why she had never set foot in the house since her divorce.

Putting down the coffee in his hand, he walked over and reached out to him proactively: "Hello, my name is Sheng Jiaoyang, can we get to know each other?"

Sheng Jia smiled bitterly: How dare he? This is my sister's hard work.

"Xin'er, when are you happier now than before when you were still by Zhou Jingyao's side?"

Tianman carried her bag and pushed the door open. Without looking at the man in front of her, she walked straight towards Shengjia: "If you dared to hesitate just now, you should be the one sent home tomorrow."
To be continued...