"Ye Ninghuan, listen! For me, you don't have to give, you just need to accept it."

Ninghuan was stunned, "Why, why?" Isn't it just a gain without effort?

"Why don't I have to give?" Ning Huan asked, not understanding.

"I can't bear to leave you, you will be tired."

All the words could no longer be said. Ninghuan reached out and hugged Quan Shaocheng's neck directly, quickly pressing his red lips on...

Her kissing skills still did not improve much. Quan Shaocheng quickly turned his back on the spot and turned passive into initiative...

The kiss lasted for a long time. When the sad silver thread appeared on the scene, Quan Shaocheng curled up the corners of his lips slightly.

He reached out to adjust the seat for her, buckled the seat belt, and tidied the clothes that had fallen off her shoulders, and everything was just as idle.

It was already ten minutes later when Aston Martin drove again...

Soon, after arriving at the entrance of the clay hall, Ning Huan, excitedly just waited for the central control lock to open, quickly rushed out of the car and ran towards the clay hall...

However, as soon as he entered the clay hall, Ninghuan did not see the familiar old man and grandma, but a younger middle-aged man was cleaning the clay hall.

The business of the clay museum is still very good, and there are even many new products placed in the window at the door.

"Hello." After the middle-aged man who was sweeping the floor noticed Ninghuan, he quickly put down the broom and dustpan in his hand and smiled at Ninghuan. The man was about forty or fifty years old. He looked cute and wearing a pair of glasses. Behind his cute and charming look was an extremely smart look.

"Are you here to make clay? You're going to close in an hour. You're such a coincidence! You probably aren't a regular visitor, right?"

"I... am not a regular customer, but I am here to make clay hand-models. Where is the shop owner before here?" Ning Huan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and asked.

After seeing Ninghuan, the middle-aged man was shocked by her slightly familiar face for a few seconds, and then smiled and said, "I've left."

"Leaving? Where have you gone?"

"Let's go forever." Although the middle-aged man maintained a smile on his face, Ninghuan could feel his sadness.

Ninghuan bit her lower lip, but she didn't expect that in just a few years, they would leave forever... and would never appear again.

"I am their son. I used to be an executive in a very powerful chaebol. Later, after resigning, I came to run this clay restaurant."

Ninghuan nodded, not knowing what to say. Looking at the clay hall that still had no changes, she felt a little uncomfortable...

Quan Shaocheng, who had parked the car, stepped into the clay hall. After seeing Quan Shaocheng, the middle-aged man quickly bowed to Quan Shaocheng.

"Sir Quan." The middle-aged man looked very respectful, "Why are you here? Long time no see."

Ninghuan was stunned when she heard his voice. She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her in shock, feeling incredible.

"Who is the supervisor?"

"I'm no longer a supervisor, I'm a little bitch."

"I didn't nod my head when you resigned, and I didn't let you go on the personnel side. You are still the treasurer of w.y."

"Sir, Quan..."

"Is this clay museum that keeps you?"

He Zhigang nodded, "Yes, Mr. Quan, this is my parents' hard work. I'm fighting for this clay hall." After He Zhigang finished speaking, he suddenly realized something. He quickly took off his glasses, wiped his eyes, and then put them on again. He looked at Ninghuan again, "I didn't recognize it before, it turned out to be the president's wife."

The four words "Madam of the President" shocked Ninghuan.

"Sir Quan, you came here with the CEO's wife to make clay hand molds, right? I'll prepare the materials and tools now."

Quan Shaocheng nodded slightly.

He Zhigang quickly went down and prepared.

Ninghuan walked to Quan Shaocheng, "He is the son of the old man and the old man."

"Well, he is also the treasurer of w.y."

"You didn't agree to his resignation?"

Quan Shaocheng nodded, he always knew how to recognize people.

"Is he very powerful?" Ning Huan didn't know much about this, but even Quan Shaocheng refused to agree to the resignation application, which shows that He Zhigang is a very capable person.

"It is rare to get many talents." This is Quan Shaocheng's evaluation of him.

"So Young Master Quan refused to let go of this talent." Ning Huan spoke out affirmatively.

He smiled, "You can understand that."

Ninghuan nodded. After all, in the intrigue shopping mall, finance is very important, and the financial supervisor is also very important.

Quan Shaocheng said that He Zhigang is a talent, so he must be. If anyone else is willing to let go of such a talent.

What's more, a business emperor like Quan Shaocheng?

"It's a pity that it's a pity that the old man and the old lady are gone." Ning Huan turned his head and looked at the neat wall cabinet on one side, with photos of the old man and the old lady before his death.

Ninghuan remembered the bag of buckwheat that the hospitality old lady gave her.

But in a blink of an eye, there was no more delicious buckwheat tea, no older grandmother's smile, no older grandfather's concentration... nothing was left.

"I've been waiting for a long time!" He Zhigang quickly prepared all the materials.

Soon, Quan Shaocheng and Ninghuan reached out to hold hands, and He Zhigang immediately carefully pasted the clay on it.

"I..." Ninghuan wanted to ask about the old man and the old man, but when she said that, she didn't know how to speak. She didn't want to expose the scars.

"The CEO's wife wants to ask about my parents, right?" He Zhigang had obviously seen what Ning Huan wanted to ask.

Ninghuan nodded, "Yes."

"My parents left three months ago." He Zhigang said truthfully, "My mother's kidney failure, my father's liver function was severely abnormal. The doctor's conclusions were very bad. My father was better than my mother. I thought that after the operation, my father could survive, even if he lived for one or two more years would be enough. But unexpectedly, on the day after the operation, my father said he was uncomfortable, and he said he saw a lot of beautiful lights. I felt a little scared at the time and asked my father if there were any wishes to achieve? My father didn't say anything. After a few minutes, he pointed to the direction of the door and shouted my mother's name."

He Zhigang said this and his words suddenly stopped. After a while, he spoke again: "My mother is in the ward on the 16th floor, and my father is in the ward on the 2nd floor. If he wants to meet, he doesn't mean he can meet. Moreover, my mother is in very bad health and can't get out of bed at all. It's completely impossible for my father to get out of bed just after the operation. I reported this situation to the hospital, paid some money and some effort, moved my father's bed to 16 h, and met my mother."

"Their hands were tightly held each other as soon as they saw it. My mother was no longer very conscious at that time. She couldn't remember me, and the only person she knew was my father." After He Zhigang put the clay on it carefully, he placed it on the side. "Later, my mother still couldn't hold on. When she shook hands with my father, she left, and my father kept holding her cold hand. Three hours later, he left."

"But I think my parents were happy and extremely happy when they left, and many old customers came to care about them, and they would definitely be very happy if they knew it."

"It was that light that took them away. They must be very happy now, just like you said, extremely happy." Ning Huan also believed that the old man and the old man would be very happy.

"Thank you, the president's wife, they will definitely be happy!" He Zhigang also smiled with this beautiful wish.

"Come on, President, President's wife, drink some water. This clay hand mold will take a while to get better." He Zhigang handed two cups of buckwheat tea to Quan Shaocheng and Ninghuan.

Ninghuan took a sip of buckwheat tea, but it didn't taste the same as before.

"It turns out that the president and the president's wife have been here before, but I don't know at all. I'm really negligent."

Ninghuan shook her head and denied He Zhigang's words, "No slouch at all. The old lady was very nice to me and gave me a bag of buckwheat tea."

"If the president's wife likes it, I can take some, but I made the buckwheat, which is not as good as my parents."

Ninghuan shook her head, "I appreciate your kindness, but many things and many tastes are no longer the same as before." Just like this buckwheat tea, it will never become the original taste again.

He Zhigang smiled, "Yes, the CEO's wife is right, but many beautiful memories will be preserved forever."

Ninghuan nodded with a smile.

He Zhigang was no longer making light bulbs. He quickly looked at Quan Shaocheng who had not spoken a word throughout the whole process and said, "President, you and the President's wife are sitting here for a while now. I'll go to the back garden to clean up."

After Quan Shaocheng nodded slightly, He Zhigang quickly walked towards the back garden.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Quan Shaocheng saw Ning Huan's red eyes, and tears rolled in her eyes.

Ninghuan really felt uncomfortable, she buried her face in Quan Shaocheng's chest.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal."

"I'm scared."

Quan Shaocheng looked very serious. He stroked her soft hair with his right hand, opened his thin lips slightly, and said, "I won't live alone when you die, but I die, you will live well for me."

Ninghuan was stunned and said quickly: "Bao, what can you do not die? You can't do it! We still have Yu Chen! Hehe, do you want another one?" Ninghuan tilted his little head and suggested.

Quan Shaocheng frowned and shook his head, with a little unhappy expression.

"I will take contraceptive measures." Quan Shaocheng reached out and pinched her face. Although he was unhappy, he still looked at her with a doting look.

"..." Ning Huan was puzzled, "Why?" xdw8
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