Chapter 55

Han Li climbed up the stairs and pointed his cane on the smooth marble floor, making a uniform and rhythmic agitated sound.

The dark suit fits tightly against his broad shoulders and straight back, and the undulating materials shine with a flowing luster as they move under the light.

He stared at the corridors that were similar to those in his memory and different from each other, and his dark eyes were unpredictable.

After skillfully turning around the turn, Han Li stopped in front of a closed door.

He slowly stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open.

The door panel slid silently into the darkness, and a silence that had not been around for a long time spread out.

Han Li pressed the light, and a huge cold room was instantly illuminated by the lights, with no decoration except simple furniture. The lines were cold and unkind, and it was hard to tell that it was a child's house.

Shen Kong followed Han Li, frowned after looking around:

“…This is the house you lived in when you were a kid?”

Han Li did not answer, but walked slowly to the bedside, bent down and picked up the photo frame at the head of the bed. He lowered his eyes and looked quietly for a while, and then replied:

"yes."

Shen Kong simply walked around the room twice.

As he passed by Han Li, his eyes subconsciously passed through the photo in his hand.

In a simple dark photo frame, a photo that looks like it is already in its old age is framed. The photo shows a fair-skinned woman with gentle eyes and dignified face. She smiled and looked at the camera, with facial features three points similar to Han Li.

Shen Kong's steps stopped.

Han Li took the photo frame apart and gently took out the photo.

He seemed to notice Shen Kong's gaze, and his voice was calm: "This is my mother, she died when I was eight years old."

Shen Kong saw Han Li's fingertips gently rubbing the surface of the photo with sharp eyes, and the amplitude was so small that it was almost impossible to capture.

His heart moved slightly, and his face showed a regretful expression: "...sorry."

Han Li put the photo in his pocket, then looked up at Shen Kong, and his dark eyes were shining brightly under the light, as if he suppressed some unspeakable emotions, as if there was nothing: "There is nothing to be sorry for."

Shen Kong remembered that one of the main catalysts in the plot that prompted Han Li to turn the gun to the three people was that he learned that his mother's death was not an accident, but an artificial one.

His heart sank slightly, and he subconsciously grabbed Han Li's arm who was about to walk past him.

Han Li stopped and looked at him with some confusion.

Chen Kong realized that his behavior was inappropriate, so he slowly let go of his palm and smiled half ashamed:

"Sorry... I can't help it. Actually, my mother died when I was very young, so I can empathize..."

He raised his eyes and stared at Han Li's eyes, and said half true and half falsely:

"I just want to say, don't be too harsh on yourself - it's not your fault."

After saying that, Chen Kong took a step back, with a little fear, and pursed his lips in shame and restraint: "I'm sorry, I'm a transgressor."

Han Li lowered his eyes and looked at the place where he was holding the sky just now, his voice suppressed and restrained:

"……fine."

The lights in the room were turned off, and the two walked out of the door one by one. The air in the corridor was illuminated by the lights, and the fragrant fragrance floated quietly, as if everything was silent, and only the sound of footsteps knocking on the ground could be heard.

Chen Kong looked at Han Li's back and suddenly asked:

"That... Mr. Han, can I ask you a question?"

He still used Meng Mingxuan's tone, with a slight doubt in his gentle voice.

Han Li paused slightly, and he did not turn his head. Chen Kong could only hear his voice floating from the front:

"you say."

"Why did you decide to keep me at the beginning?"

After saying this, he seemed to realize the ambiguity in his words and hurriedly explained: "I, I have no other meaning, but you should not lack the person you like, plus... for so long, you seem to..."

The young man's voice was a little embarrassed:

"It doesn't seem to be for me..."

He didn't continue, but the implication was very obvious.

Han Li suddenly stopped. If Shenkong hadn't stopped in time, he would have hit him in the back without being able to control himself.

The next second, he turned around, his expressionless face tensed, but the restrained and indifferent shell that had been before seemed to instantly crack a deep gap, as if the calmness and indifference of forcibly disguised were completely ineffective. The dark eyes seemed to burn with a faint cold flame, staring at him tightly with a gaze that combined with various complex emotions. The two were of the same height, and at such a close distance, they could almost entwined each other, and the viscous and ambiguous atmosphere instantly spread.

Han Li lowered his eyes and stopped his lips, as if he wanted to lean on, but he restrained it halfway.

It seems as if using reason to resist some unspeakable attraction, as if the person walking on the edge of the abyss was tempted by the deadly gravity, and then was stopped by the strong desire to survive the second before falling.

In the end, I just squeezed out a thin word from my teeth with hatred:

"you……"

The next second, Han Li took a deep breath, took a step back, and retracted his sudden leaked emotions back into the cold and ruthless shell. He turned his eyes and his voice was cold and hard: "...Don't speculate on my thoughts casually."

After saying that, he turned around and walked down the stairs.

Looking at Han Li's back, the emotions that belonged to Meng Mingxuan on Chen Kong's face dissipated, revealing his unique expression, cold, rational, indifferent, as ruthless as a blade, as a beast... But there was a hint of complexity and doubt in his eyes, diluting the texture of the cold weapon on his body.

He bent his fingers and pressed against his lower lip, and was puzzled for a moment.

At that moment just now, he almost thought... Han Li was about to kiss him.

Why?

Wait...Not...

Chen Kong was stunned. The guess that had been left behind by himself suddenly appeared in his mind so clearly.

——Impossible!!

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After returning to the table, Han Li obviously brought the social attitude and expression. With his cooperation, and with Han Zhuang's intentional closeness, Bian Xianjing and Han Zizhuo seemed to be warned and no longer continued to talk openly and secretly. The banquet was held very successfully, and the guests and hosts were having fun at the end.

Not only did he negotiate the next cooperation process at the dinner table, Han Zhuang even sent Han Li to the door with unsatisfactory intention, wanting to make an appointment with him again, but he did not care about Bian Xianjing's smiling face becoming slightly distorted in a place they could not see.

Han Li drank a lot of wine.

Chen Kong had a memory because of the last accident, so he didn't move. This time he had to take on the heavy responsibility of the driver and drove Han Li back to his place.

He drove the vehicle on the road at night, and his eyes looked at Han Li sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Han Li looked quite sober, as if alcohol did not affect his rationality at all. His face turned paler after drinking, and under the passing light and shadow outside the car window, it looked more and more like an unpopular marble sculpture. He half-hung his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chen Kong packed up his somewhat confused mood, turned his gaze and looked at the road ahead, and drove the car with concentration.

More than forty minutes later, he finally drove to the address given to him by Han Li.

Shenkong drove the vehicle into the private underground garage, parked the car, and then looked up at Han Li in the rearview mirror:

"Mr. Han, you're home."

There was silence in the carriage.

Han Li still maintained the same posture as before, sitting motionlessly in the darkness.

Chen Kong leaned over from the driver's seat and then found that Han Li fell asleep when he didn't know when it started.

He raised his voice and shouted Han Li's name twice. He finally opened his eyes slowly and stared at Chenkong quietly. His pair of eyes that were dark and cold in the usual darkness and coldness seemed to be a little confused in the cold light of the garage.

Han Li looked at him for a long time before finally making a sound. His nasal voice was slightly hoarse, and he emitted a simple monosyllable:

"……Um?"

...It seems that I am not very sober.

Chen Kong walked out of the car, reached out to open the door of the back seat, and then quickly supported Han Li who was falling down the door.

He accepted his fate and mounted Han Li from the inside of the car, and then hooked the door with his toes with difficulty.

Han Li looked thin, but the weight of the skeletal muscles was real, like a bag of unconscious cement pressing on Shen Kong's shoulders, staggering his body, who had been neglecting to exercise because he had been on the crew for too long.

Chen Kong took a deep breath and pulled Han Li's arm upwards. He missed his light weight when he was a child who could lift it up with one hand.

He half-held and half-behind, dragged Han Li to the entrance of the elevator, but the key was needed to open the underground garage, so Chen Kong had to hold Han Li with one hand and search and search on him with the other.

The clothes in summer were light and the two of them were tightly fitted together. Han Li's cool body temperature seemed to be slightly drunk with a little heat. In addition, the hollow palms were difficult to penetrate into his pocket. He inevitably encountered some sensitive places. Han Li, who was half unconscious, let out a slight breath. Even though his face was as thick as the sky, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

At this moment, the elevator suddenly opened.

An old man with gray hair and black uniform stood in the spacious elevator. He stared at the two people hugging in front of him, and his serious face couldn't help but crack slightly: "...is disturbing."

After saying that, he reached out and pressed the elevator door key tremblingly.

Chen Kong quickly stretched out one foot to block the crack of the elevator's about to close, preventing it from continuing to close.

He tried not to look at his ambiguous posture with Han Li, but stared at Xu Bo, who was much older than he had in his memory, but was still strong and energetic. A stiff smile appeared on his face: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. Mr. Han was drunk, I just sent him back."

Uncle Xu hurriedly pressed the elevator again, and while helping Chen Kong help Han Li in, he said:

"I saw the young master's car driving into the garage, but it didn't come up for a long time, so I got down and took a look."
To be continued...