Chen Mian stiffened, nodded slightly, then glanced at the door of the ward, silently turned and left.
The box in his pocket never came out.
Fuyechuan asked him to hand it over.
Why?
Will she be all right with a present?
Or do you just want her to know that he still misses her?
Chen sighed and quickened his pace.
……
Shang Qian squinted at home for a while. As soon as he opened his eyes, it was late at night.
He looked at the empty room and the dark night outside. He couldn't help being absent-minded for a moment.
It seemed that a person could come from the living room the next second. She leaned beside him with a smile and asked him:
"Are you hungry?"
As soon as he tightened his chest, he felt his breath become serious.
He took his cell phone and went to the hospital.
On the way, I just got a call from my assistant.
"Mr. Shang, there are several projects facing paralysis. Whether we should make additional investment or not is mostly a wait-and-see situation. It is an opportunity and also a risk..."
Shang Qian wrung his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice that although it was unstable at present, he was optimistic about it.
Simple and clear.
finally.
He added, "you can do whatever else you want."
The assistant replied, "also, the young master said he couldn't contact you. He wanted to go home and have a look. The school asked for parents' advice."
A little fatigue flashed across Shang Qian's eyebrows, and his voice was a little cold:
"I can't stand letting him stay at school. You take him out for a day and then send him back.
Don't bring the hospital to disturb the patients. "
With that, he hung up the phone.
Assistant: "..."
Soon, I got to the hospital.
It was quiet on that floor.
When Shang Qian was about to reach the ward, he paused.
He took a deep breath to make his face look less ugly.