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Chapter 4

Du Cang's mentor is well-known in the financial circle, and he has taught many students. Du Cang was one of them, so was Rong Jin, but not Song Nian.

Song Nian is a painter, and the family does not need him to inherit the family business, so they dote on him as a little prince. When he knew that Rong Jin was with Du Cang, he still broke in and said bluntly: "If you really love each other, no one can break it up."

Probably artists don't pay much attention to morality.

Song Nian is the first person Rongjin has met so different. He is like a group of fire, sincere and innocent, and even arrogance is so cute. Therefore, under the unremitting pursuit of Song Nian, Rongjin fell.

This is the past that a friend described to Du Cang, of course some of his words were not so friendly.

A friend asked him: "You really don't remember?"

"I don't remember." Du Cang looked at the turning corner ahead and said, "You'd better tell me if you need to turn at the next intersection." The

friend came to pick him up, but in the end he changed Let him drive.

"Turn left. Hiss—you don't even remember the way to the hotel?"

Du Cang: "I once lost my memory."

"What happened?"

The friend didn't have the slightest doubt, and the words of immediate concern warmed Du Cang's heart.

He pointed to his head: "I've been hit here, and I don't remember many things. Some are vague, and I only remembered recently."

He was right, although a year was enough for him to recover most of his memories.

But what to say?

The ex-boyfriend who cheated on him and the rubbish of the mistress, it doesn't make sense to remember it after more than ten years, right?

The friend asked: "How much can you remember now?"

"I can barely remember my teacher and things about you—"

"Rong Jin and Song Nian?" After a

moment of silence, Du Cang replied, "I don't remember trash."

The friend burst out laughing and patted his thigh: "Du Cang, you tm cow! I was just because your temper was too unappetizing, so I became a friend to you. No wonder you found out that Rong Jin was cheating on you and broke up neatly. But it disappeared later. One month really scared me." He probed carefully: "That month...where     did you go?"

Du Cang paused and said, "Marriage."

I just thought Du Cang was joking.

After arriving at the hotel, the friend first went to the bathroom and informed Du Cang of the location of the teacher's birthday banquet.

Du Cang went upstairs with the gifts of the two by himself, opened the box, and there was laughter in the box.

Seeing Du Cang, Lu Yan pushed the people around him to look at the door, one by one, and quickly became quiet.

The teacher didn't know about Du Cang's relationship with other people, nor did he know his relationship with Rong Jin.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, he turned around and greeted Du Cang with a smile.

Seeing the pale-haired teacher, Du Cang immediately thought about him, and his heart filled with gratitude. His mentor was his mentor at the university, and he was very kind to him, just like his father.

Du Cang, who was born in an orphanage, received parental care from his mentor and wife, but it was only ten years later that he had forgotten many things, including his gratitude back then.

When we meet again, I find that gratitude is buried deep in my heart and never forgotten.

Du Cang handed the gift to his teacher and his wife: "Teacher, happy birthday."

The teacher smiled from ear to ear: "Just come, what gift do you bring?"

Du Cang smiled and looked at his wife: "I haven't seen you for a year, teacher. Younger and more beautiful."

The teacher was very happy when she heard the words, but she feigned angrily: "You know that we haven't seen you for a year, but I thought you forgot us long ago."

"If you forget anyone, you can't forget you."

"Sit down and talk, haven't you eaten yet?"

Du Cang filled half a glass for his teacher, took the fish he likes to eat, and warned: "Teacher just drink half a glass of wine, don't be greedy."

When the teacher saw his favorite student, he was happy and did not stop him.

Pointing at Rong Jin and introducing him to him: "This is Rong Jin, the president of Shenhong Company, and your brother. Next to him is his friend Song Nian, and Lu Yan... they are all your brothers. Rong Jin, this is your brother, Du Cang. The talent is very good."

Du Cang looked at Rong Jin, and finally regained a sense of familiarity from his memory. Rong Jin's appearance and demeanor are excellent, so he can fascinate the little prince Song Nian.

Song Nian is also good, with fair skin and a smart and beautiful appearance, which is the appearance of boys that girls like nowadays.

Rong Jin also looked over, looked at Du Cang, raised his glass as if he didn't know him: "Hello."

Song Nian showed a satisfied and lovely smile and looked at Du Cang: "Du Cang? I just heard your name. , looking at him now, he looks handsome and handsome. Ah Jin, don't you think?"

Rong Jin: "Yeah."

Lu Yan sneered, but he didn't make any sarcasm because of his teacher's face. Du Cang didn't care either, nodded towards Song Nian, and ate the lobster meat into his stomach without changing his face.

Song Nian was bored with himself, and soon stopped talking to him, but pestered Rong Jin to chat.

After Du Cang finished speaking, he picked up the meal and wiped his mouth, and said to his teacher: "I will visit you tomorrow. I have something to do tonight, so I will go first." The

teacher was not happy, he wanted to invite Du Cang home to stay for one night . . "Are you too busy to spend time with me, this rotten old man?"

Mistress patted the back of her husband's hand, and her eyes were a bit condemning: "Du Cang, you disappeared for a year and didn't even make a phone call. We called you, but It's an empty number. Even if you change your number, you have to tell us. If you disappear for a year, we thought you had an accident. If it wasn't for someone to ask about it, we would have almost called the police."

Du Cang softened and said in a low voice: " It's not that I didn't want to accompany you on purpose, it's really something." The

teacher glared: "What can I do? Go back to accompany my wife?!"

Du Cang sighed in his heart and said helplessly, "I have to go back to take care of my youngest son."

Although the voice was small, everyone in the room could hear it clearly. Rong Jin raised his eyes and stared straight at Du Cang's side face, his expression unpredictable.

Lu Yan sneered without hesitation. Can a gay man who worships money be a woman? The world has really changed.

"Son?!" The teacher was surprised, and then softened his face and became amiable: "How old are you?"

Du Cang's expression was gentle: "It's almost one year old."

One year old? Isn't that what he was still with Rong Jin?

Lu Yan glanced at Rong Jin, but could not see the other party's expression. He despised Du Cang even more in his heart. When he broke up directly and didn't want to live or die, he still looked down on Du Cang. Now it looks like it's still the same.

Teacher: "Bring it over tomorrow to have a look."

Du Cang looked embarrassed: "His health is not very good, so he can't see the wind. When he is in good health, I will bring it to see you."

Teacher reluctantly agreed.

Only then did Du Cang get out. He opened the door and saw his friend came in, explained the situation to him and left. After his friend understood, he turned around and saw Rong Jin's eyes staring at Du Cang. The eyes were deep and unpredictable, which made him feel uneasy.

Du Cang took a taxi back, sat in the back seat with his eyebrows closed and closed his eyes to rest, and asked the driver to stop when passing a convenience store. He got out of the car to buy something and then went back to the car. As soon as he opened the door, he felt a frightening sight locked him firmly.

He looked around vigilantly and saw no suspicious figures. That line of sight also disappeared, and he felt that it might be an illusion. After closing the car door, he said, "Drive."

Opposite the convenience store is a large shopping mall. There is a seat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor of the mall for tourists to rest and watch the night view.

At this moment, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window stood a tall man with black pants and a sweater. His facial features were deep and handsome, and his golden eyes looked like a foreigner.

He stared at the taxi that went away, and whispered to simulate the frequency of the old human: "...My little Jina."

Jina, the name of the queen of the main city of Samael.