The law of great fragrance for old men

Chapter 68

It was a mistake to approach He Nian with any purpose since then, because of a fucking joke, and seeing the admiration and desire in He Nian's eyes, I felt complacent in my heart, proud of my own charm and mocking He Nian's wishful thinking.

Looking back on those things, he looked down upon himself and regretted them not a day went by.

"My affairs have nothing to do with you." Lin Fengzhai sat on the sofa in a daze.

"Luo Yu, let's break up. The cooperation between our two families has come to an end now. I don't want to pretend anymore."

Bai Luoyu heard the determination in his tone, and his heart skipped a beat. He suddenly stepped forward and hugged Lin Fengzhai, his expression was sad, and he couldn't help crying, showing his vulnerability.

"Feng Zhai, do you really want to break up with me because of this matter? What happened online was simply Feng Jiu's own decision, not my instigation. I only found out about it after it happened..."

The Bai family's business is so big that they have established many charitable foundations to avoid taxes. Although they have to spend 10% of the fund every year, the remaining money can be invested, and at the same time it can improve the company's credibility and reputation, and gain both fame and fortune.

Feng Jiu is an abandoned orphan. The orphanage where he used to live was funded by the Bai family. During festivals, Bai Luoyu would do charity with Bai's father and buy some hot news to hype it up.

The conditions of the orphanage were limited, and Feng Jiu had a withdrawn personality. Other children gathered around to play with toys. He sat alone in the corner and read a book. In the cold weather, he was wrapped in a black, worn-out cotton-padded jacket, and half of his ankles were exposed from his shriveled trousers. , the skin was red from the cold, the toes were almost numb, and they had swollen chilblains.

It was New Year's Day. The teacher at the welfare home cooked glutinous rice balls, but the quantity was not enough. Each child could only get two glutinous rice balls. Feng Jiu was lying on the small iron frame bed. He had a cold and his cheeks were burning red.

There was laughter and laughter in the yard, and even the teacher didn't notice that a child was missing. Feng Jiu vaguely heard a car driving into the orphanage and talking about dividing the cake.

The last meal he had was yesterday afternoon. Feng Jiu licked his dry lips. He had a severe headache and was thirsty. He ignored the hunger in his stomach and got up, found a faded porcelain cup and took a big gulp of cold water.

It was the cold season, and the cold water extinguished the hot internal organs, and Feng Jiu fell asleep again in a daze.

He had never eaten cake before. He had only seen it through the large glass wall when passing a store on the street and watched other children being taken by their mothers to buy birthday cakes.

The cake looks so beautiful, soft and sweet, it should be delicious.

The wooden door "squeaked."

Bai Luoyu curiously poked his head into the room. There were more than a dozen iron frame beds squeezed into the small room. The white cement walls were yellow and could no longer be seen as they were originally. The incomplete tiles in the corners were broken and the walls were broken. The floor was covered with dirt, the window edges were rusty, and there was a dull, damp, musty smell.

"It stinks."

The ground was full of debris, and there were deep and shallow stains of dirty water. Bai Luoyu pinched his nose. He had never seen such a messy place.