Rebirth of the sky-high broker

He Yuesheng slammed the door and walked out. There seemed to be thorns growing on the soles of his feet, and he kept urging him to move forward and leave this place quickly.

He wants to stay away from Shu Mu, he wants to stay away from this person who has always said that he loves him, but has never given half of his sincerity.

When he came to a door, he stopped.

This is Ke Yuan's office before his death.

The one closest to Shu Mu's office.

Ke Yuan has passed away for more than half a year, and Shu Mu's manager has changed long ago, but there is always only one owner here.

He once saw the housekeeping cleaning the door every day, and he heard that Shu Mu wiped the furniture, tables and chairs by himself.

He Yuesheng suddenly couldn't move.

He turned around like crazy, looking for something in his hand with red eyes, and then, like an annoyed beast, let out a short but hoarse growl, lifted the landscape flower pot on one side, and slammed at the frosted glass door Smash it.

"what!"

The little secretary passing by was terrified and screamed.

The frosted glass was shattered, and the office of the former gold broker was forced to open wide.He Yuesheng stood in front of the door, with grievances and anger all over his body that could not be relieved after venting.

He looked inside, neat documents and books, spotless mahogany chairs and coffee tables, and a group photo of Ke Yuan and Shu Mu hanging on the wall...

He closed his eyes tightly, feeling like he was about to cry, but he couldn't cry.

Before leaving, he took one last look at Shu Mu's direction, and then left without looking back.

At the same time he turned around, Shu Mu's door opened.

Shu Mu frowned slightly, as if he wanted to see what trouble He Yuesheng had caused him again under his rage, the door opened, and he looked at the shattered glass with a rare surprised expression.

"What's the matter?" His tail was trembling, but he couldn't notice it, and asked as he walked towards the door of Ke Yuan's office.

The broken porcelain soil of the flower pot was mixed with the glass shards, making it dirty.

"Just... just now, Second Young Master He suddenly... picked up the flower pot and smashed the door... I don't know why, but he just... smashed it." The little secretary was terrified, and couldn't speak coherently. .

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Ling Jing, secretary to the president, came over, patted the little secretary on the shoulder, and gave her a light hug, "It's okay, the second young master is in a bad mood because he likes to have seizures, don't be afraid, calm down, Go back to work."

The little secretary had only been in the company for only half a year, and she was so frightened that she couldn't control herself. After calming down for a while, she nodded gratefully to Ling Jing and went back to work.Ling Jing turned around, and Shu Mu had already walked to Ke Yuan's room, stepping across the mess.

The house still maintains the appearance it had on the day Ke Yuan left, the classified files, the unplugged computer, and the files that Shu Mu threw to the ground in his rage.

In one of them, Ke Yuan used it to vent his anger, and stomped a shoe print on it. Shu Mu was even more reluctant to move, and kept it in place.

At this moment, he is squatting on the ground, shaking off the dirt and glass on the paper little by little, and putting everything back in place by memory.

Ling Jing stood outside the door, she couldn't tell what she was feeling in her heart, she just felt pain in her stomach.

She remembered that day, she was worried about Ke Yuan, and had been standing outside the door waiting for him.Ke Yuan came out, but the ring he had worn on his hand for many years was gone. He raised his bare palm and waved to himself, obviously he was about to face a catastrophe, but he smiled at himself unconsciously.

"Take care of yourself in the future," he said.

Two hours later, police called to say he was dead.

She remembered that Shu Mu didn't say anything at that time, and he didn't even come out of this room.He sat in Ke Yuan's seat, stared blankly at himself for half a minute, and then spoke again, his voice was already hoarse.

He said, "Go out and let me be quiet."

The next morning, she came to open the door of Ke Yuan's office, and Shu Mu still sat on the chair in that posture.She wanted to blame him, and even more wanted to persuade him to mourn.However, when she walked up to Shu Mu, Shu Mu stood up on his own initiative.

His grief — if ever — lasted less than 24 hours.

"The door is broken. I'll tell the administrator. I'll call someone to install a new one later." Ling Jing cleared her throat and said.

"Yeah." Shu Mu squatted, picked up the broken glass on the paper little by little, and threw it aside.

Ling Jing walked a few steps closer, seeing Shu Mu condescending and squatting on the ground, she suddenly laughed ironically: "I knew it earlier, so why bother."

Shu Mu shook his hand, and the sharp glass cut his fingertip cleanly.

The bright red blood dripped down instantly, and a flower of blood bloomed on the snow-white paper.

Shu Mu looked at his own blood stains, his eyes were motionless as if in ecstasy.Time passed for a long time, and the silence lasted for a long time. When Ling Jing thought that he would turn a blind eye to his sarcasm like before, he suddenly smiled.

"I don't regret it." Shu Mu put his finger into his mouth and bit it down, more blood gushed out crazily, making his mouth full of the rusty smell of blood, "I don't regret a single bit of what I have done!"

Ling Jing also smiled.

"If you really have a clear conscience, go to his grave and tell him." She snorted.