Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

Bai Qingjiu squatted in the small garden surrounded by layers of layers, holding his nose and couldn't help shaking. He remembered that year when Murong Qin officially became the president of Murong Group, many powerful people sent expensive gifts, including the Xia family An olive tree was planted in the yard, which was the only gift Murong Qin accepted.

Once, Bai Qingjiu sent the documents he left at home to the company. Sitting opposite Murong Qin's desk was a steady and cold man who seemed to be talking about business cooperation.

Bai Qingjiu hurriedly put down the document, for some reason, he always felt that the man's eyes were looking back and forth at him.

Murong Qin stood up angrily: "Who allowed you to come!"

Bai Qingjiu said: "I thought it was a document that was very important to you."

"you look at it?"

"No."

"go out."

Bai Qingjiu felt aggrieved, not knowing what he did wrong: "Actually, I..."

Murong Qin raised his face coldly: "I said, get out."

The man smiled and said, "Since you're here, why don't you sit down and have a good chat."

Murong Qin put the document at the bottom of the drawer, crossed his hands on the table, seemed to be threatening Bai Qingjiu, but he was also threatening another person: "Let's continue."

Bai Qingjiu walked away feeling bored, and vaguely remembered that on the cover of the document, there was a completion plan for the island project, and the cooperative units: Murong Group, Xia Group.

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"Sea Island Project..."

Bai Qingjiu bit his knuckles. Five years later, Murong Qin promised to take him on vacation, which was an island in Malaysia.

Maybe Murong Qin planned to tell him the whole thing at that time, but it was too late. At that time, knowing or not knowing was meaningless.

A pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of him, and a panting voice came from above his head: "Bai Qingjiu, why are you running?"

Bai Qingjiu was still squatting, looking like he was catching ants on the ground, Murong Qin pulled him up: "The ground is dirty, it's all dads, and you're still so childish."

Bai Qingjiu looked down at his flat belly, and said to himself: "He shouldn't appear at this time, you lied to me, you can't want him."

Murong Qin breathed heavily: "You don't believe me."

"You never believed me either. Only being locked up is the most perfect control in your heart."

"..."

Murong Chin could not deny that all his plans had failed, and from the moment he relinquished control, something seemed irreversible.

Murong Qin swallowed, his voice suddenly lowered: "You know everything?"

Bai Qingjiu said: "I know, so what? No matter who I am, what does it have to do with you?"

Murong Qin clenched his fists: "You can only be white sake."

"Because my identity will hinder your bright future, so you would rather Xia Yu go back to the Xia family instead of me, or let Xia Yu not come back, and let us disappear from the Xia family's sight forever. That is your purpose."

Murong Qin grabbed his hand: "That's Xia Changyan, not me!"

"What about you? Why do you want to lock me up? From the moment you typed out the nurturing agreement, you have your own plan, Murong Qin, I am nothing, and I can't give you anything. You stay what I do?"

"I want you, I just want you!" Murong Qin couldn't vent his anger: "Bai Qingjiu, you actually doubt me. If I wasn't for you, would I need to come and go with you from the Xia family? I let you stay away from Xia Changyan." , because he will be bad for you and keep you away from Xia Yu, and because that stinky boy has bad intentions for you. I would rather you never be known by the Xia family. Well, no need for your participation, do you understand?"

Bai Qingjiu looked at him in a daze, his confused brain gradually calmed down, and after a long time, he murmured: "I'm sorry."

"Bai Qingjiu, I don't know why I brought you out, I should have taken you..."

"Keep me at home for five years, just like it's written in the agreement."

"You..." Murong Qin clenched his fist and raised it, then put it down heavily.

Maybe Murong Qin imprisoned him with indifference and lies for five years to keep him away from this matter completely. He did a good job, until his death, Bai Qingjiu had never heard of the Xia family.

But Murong Qin never wanted to know that what Bai Qingjiu wanted was to be with him for a long time.

Bai Qingjiu sniffled, gently pinched the corner of his clothes, and whispered, "Take me home."

Murong Qin obviously didn't expect him to say this. When a person knows that he is the young master of a rich family, isn't he eager to get rid of poverty and get back what belongs to him?Just like Xia Yu.

Bai Qingjiu looked indifferent, as if nothing had happened, but he was aggrieved: "Murongqin, why don't you speak, do you want me?"

Murong Qin took a step closer, leaving only a distance of [-], as if enveloping his whole body: "Jiujiu, no matter what Xia Changyan says, ignore him, even if one day he wants you to go back, don't bother." Listen, he's not a nice guy."

"I won't go with him. He doesn't want me to go back. No one in the Xia family wants me to go back."

Murong Qin patted him on the back, hugged him in his arms, bowed his head and kissed his little head: "Jiu Jiu, it's fine, no one else knows, with me here, they dare not do anything to you."

"Where is Xiaoyu? What about Xiaoyu?"

"He is very smart, and he has to take on the responsibility of this identity, but it's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

Murong Qin shook his head: "Let's go back."

Bai Qingjiu was led by him for two steps, suddenly something fell out of his pocket, Murong Qin bent down to pick it up: "Your?"

Bai Qingjiu took a step back in panic: "No, it's not."

"Whose is that?"

"I'm telling the truth, can you not be angry."

Murong Qin's expression was already ugly: "Okay, let's talk at home."

Bai Qingjiu was holding a key to the mansion. He hadn't said goodbye to Mr. Wei yet, so Murong Qin was watching closely, let alone returning the key with his own hands.

Murong Qin returned home and sat on the sofa, like a spectator listening to a book: "Speak, I'll listen."

Bai Qingjiu lowered his head, his palms were sweating, and he didn't know how to say so that he wouldn't misunderstand: "Mr. Wei's key belongs to him, he is leaving, and he wants to leave the house to me, but...but I won't take it .”

"No, what are you doing with the key?"

"Mr. Wei... He is kind to me. I should say goodbye to him and return the key to him."

Murong Qin put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and asked in a questioning tone: "Honestly, what did he tell you?