It is said that wealthy families are not easy to marry

The room that was decorated with meticulous care was too cold, and there was only one person sitting in the empty bedroom—a very handsome man, but his delicate and straight eyebrows seemed a little cold.

The man's eyes were fixed on the front, and the computer on the desk in front of him was playing entertainment news. On the screen was a young man who was chatting happily with the reporter. His face was undoubtedly delicate and handsome, especially that smile Unique style.

He just stared at the long-lost face like this, without even blinking his eyes, sitting like a sculpture.

When the news was over, he turned off the computer. Someone knocked on the door and came in. A few pages of documents were respectfully placed in front of the man: "President, these are Mr. Shen's latest itinerary."

The man picked up those pages of information and looked through them carefully, then suddenly paused, staring at the words on the information with some surprise: "Country A? He wants to go abroad?"

"Yes, Mr. Shen plans to take a break and go abroad for a vacation."

The fingers holding those thin pages tightened slightly, the man seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while he sighed, put down the documents, and said helplessly, "He still doesn't want to come back."

The words seemed to be asking questions and talking to himself, and the assistant stood silently aside, obviously used to it.

After a while, the man spoke again, without any hesitation, as decisive as making a decision in a shopping mall: "Reject all recent arrangements, go book a ticket, and go to country A tomorrow."

Even though he didn't want to come back, he didn't want to see him, but he followed his footsteps without hesitation, he rushed to his side non-stop, and he couldn't wait to see his face.

He didn't want to be deliberately forgotten by that person and wait any longer.

Until the assistant took the door and left, the man looked around the room, with some lonely warmth in his eyes, took out a photo frame from the bedside table, wiped it with great care, looked at it for a while, and then put it back.

And beside the photo frame in the closet, there was still a delicate and small suede box quietly. The man took the box out naturally and didn't put it back.

The author has something to say:

The wedge of Chapter 1 has been changed, and some cuties in the back haven't seen this chapter, so let's put it here.

In the future, I will write their previous stories when I have time, that's all, I love you.