Su Nan stood in front of the window, looking out at the busy traffic, but she couldn't calm down. She didn't know when people came in behind her.
She is forcing herself to compromise.
Yes, the most important thing now is not your emotions.
"I know it's you, fuyechuan. My eldest brother should have told you about our family. I hope you can invite Professor fuqiyun to have an operation. You can talk about any conditions."
When she finished, she closed her eyes and said these words with all her strength.
The man behind him stood there, his eyes frozen for a moment, looking at Su Nan's back, and his face sank slightly for a moment.
Su Nan was completely unaware that Shang Qian was standing behind him.
She had no time to think too much, including Shang Qian's mood.
The person she cares about most now is Su Yifeng.
Fuyechuan paused for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice:
"Let's meet. Let's stay alone for a day, just the two of us, OK?"
Without hearing her response, fuyechuan immediately said:
"As long as you promise, I will immediately let my uncle return home to perform surgery on him. I really don't want to give up my heart. I want a chance. As long as you stay with me for one day, I will respect your choice whether you want to be with me or not."
There was a tense breath in his tone, waiting for Su Nan's answer for a few seconds, which was particularly painful.
It's like cooking oil on a hot fire. It's like the heart is about to jump out of the throat.
He was afraid of her refusal.
"Su Nan, we are a couple. Why can't we give each other a chance?"
There was a faint appeal in his voice.
Su Nan looked out of the window with an expressionless face. Her face was cold and her eyes were indifferent.
She has been completely indifferent to Fu YeChuan's mood. This mood that even empathy is too lazy to participate in is really extremely boring.
For a while, she heard her own reply, cold and indifferent:
"OK, see you tomorrow."
With that, she resolutely hung up the phone, looked into the distance, took a deep breath, and eased her discomfort.
At this time, her eyes were cold, like rivers and snow mountains, quietly emitting a chill.
After a while, she calmed down, turned around, but was stunned.
Shang Qian stood behind him. He did not know how long he had been standing. His dark eyes looked at her and did not move.