Chapter 550:【Play with me, cry, make trouble and hang yourself?】
Young Master Di walked to the window, looked at the dense maple forest under the mountain, and pondered for a long time. [Source of this book www.
I still remember Yaoyao saying that she will live here throughout the autumn so that she can see the red maple leaves under the mountain every day. Unfortunately, she will never have this opportunity again.
Her naughty smile flashed through his mind again, and he wanted to reach out his palm to touch her cheek. Suddenly, the phantom in his mind was shattered by that light touch, scattered without a trace.
A bitter smile flashed at the corner of his mouth. She was like this. After disturbing his heart, she left willfully and hatefully, without any responsibility.
"Yaoyao, I hate you, I really hate you."[
Young Master Di lowered his eyes. "But I'll be here soon."
In a calm tone, without any retreat or hesitation, he waited for him to make all arrangements for his funeral.
Those brothers who followed him cannot lose their jobs because of his departure. He wants to leave all business operations, customer information, and the experience accumulated over the years to the brothers who have worked hard for him.
Give him another half day, just half a day will be enough.
"Dong dong dong..."
After a knock on the door, the door slowly opened from the outside. Hu Er stepped lightly and walked in: "Young Master Emperor, it's time for dinner."
It was a rare occasion for all the brothers to gather together, and everyone gathered around a table. Usually Young Master Di ate alone, so they ate together.
Young Master Di nodded and motioned for him to go downstairs immediately.
Then, he tidied up his desk and neatly placed a thick stack of printed information on the desk. This was all the business experience he had accumulated over more than ten years. There were also many important customer information, some of which were only passed by him.
He didn't have any trouble keeping the information he had and wrote it down. He only hoped that Lei Chai could lead this group of subordinates to live a good life in the future.
Then, he silently closed the study door and walked towards the dining room downstairs.
Towards the Last Supper.
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England, London, Castle on the Hill.
Sero frowned, with a sullen and slightly painful expression on his face.
Gu Xiaoyao was lying on the bed, his left wrist was scratched by a fragment of a porcelain bowl, and bright red blood was still pouring out, dripping drop by drop on the pure white sheets.
He held down Gu Xiaoyao's blood-stained hand, his face turned pale, and he roared at her angrily: "Are you crazy? Are you going to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself because of a man?"