My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 838

- Death of the channel

Based on her identity, she should not know that Lang's wife had died.

Lang lowered his face and his gaze darkened. He slowly turned around and looked at the flowers in the night sky without saying a word.

Alice saw that his hand was moved and she held the car key tightly. He was about to turn around and face the antique car, so she quickly said, "Should I ask? Mr. Lang, I am truly sorry."

Lang, who wanted to get on the carriage, lowered his hand when he heard her words and turned to look at her. She was dressed in the Wave Island's common garb of a flower picking woman.

The way she looked in his eyes always gave him the most intense illusion.

Just like a wife standing in front of him.

Lang turned around and looked in a direction. "Alice, this place is very close to the Flower Sea channel. Why don't we go take a walk?"

Alice put her hands in his pockets, but did not hear the sound of his phone ringing. She did not know whether Catherine did as she instructed.

Right now, she could only delay Lang. She nodded, "Okay."

Alice walked forward and proceeded along the side of the road with Lang. On the side of the road was a forest, and under the night sky, the sounds of birds came from the forest, disturbing the night's liveliness.

Lang walked beside her in a gentle manner, and even though he said she was like his wife, he did nothing to her.

However, the scars on Catherine's body were still imprinted in her eyes, making her unable to not believe it.

As the two of them walked along the road, they could clearly hear their own footsteps. Lang's voice suddenly sounded in her ears. "Alice, let me tell you a story."

"Alright."

Alice really needed something to delay Lang's time. She wished for nothing more than for him to tell her a story.

Lang had one hand in his pocket as he looked at the Flower Sea channel in front of him. He said in a calm voice, "It should be around nine years ago; a young man got to know the destined girl. They were in love, married, had children; everything is plain and happy;everything is very smooth."

There are many stories like this. One of them is me.

The hero should be Lang.

"And then?"

Alice asked.

"Why do you ask?" Lang retorted. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her as if he was dissatisfied with her question.

She really didn't like the look in his eyes.

"Nothing." Alice smiled faintly, "Don't all stories have ups and downs? It's not worth telling stories without ripples."

As Lang listened, he fixed his gaze on her with a touch of paleness on his face. "Is a story without changes not worth telling?"

"Yeah."

Alice was a cartoon painter,and she knew that if the story was conceived so flawlessly, no matter how beautiful the painting was, how many people would see it?

"You're right." Lang smiled bitterly and continued to walk. "The man's story is also the same. The family of three originally lived happily. He was recognized at work and had a great breakthrough. He received a generous reward which helped to improve the material condition of the family."

"Isn't that great?"

Alice replied indifferently, her mind calculating how much time had passed, and why Lang's phone still did not vibrate.

I wonder if William has come out yet.

"Men are getting busier and busier and have less time to go home. His wife had told him over and over again not to take the job, that the family needs a husband and a father, not a moneymaker." They got closer and closer to the channels in the sea of flowers.

Alice silently observed Lang's expression. He had already lost himself in his memories, the light in his eyes colorless.

He loved his wife!

"But a man can't stand it. He stubbornly carries out his work, and in the end, in order to keep the nature of his work secret, his boss asks to shorten the time spent with his family, or to have them all live with him and be watched 24 hours a day." Lang said.

Alice listened . To be able to serve in such a big family, the more she would understand, how could he possibly quit so easily.

"The man didn't give up his job?"

Alice asked.

"No, you don't know what kind of person his boss is;how can he just give up like that? Moreover, fame and fortune are things that every man wants, right? No man can give up! " As he said this, Lang's tone became somewhat agitated.

He explained desperately, as if he wanted approval.

Lang looked at Alice, only to see that Alice's eyes were filled with indifference, and his breathing became sluggish. "You don't agree with that?"

"I don't know."