Maybe it was planned long ago not to be burdened by Wen Yu. The wheelchairs that Jiang Yuhe got for them were all the most advanced ones, fully automatic, and they could move around freely.
Most of the nursing homes are filled with elderly people over the age of sixty, except for Wen Yu, a young man who mixes in against the law. She called her father with the hospital's public phone, but it was still turned off.
I had no choice but to call Zhou Yue to ask about the situation, and told him that I was in Beijing now and was safe.
The old people played cards and chess, but Wen Yu couldn't get into it, so she left the ward when the nurse was not paying attention.
Originally wanted to come out to get some air, but the nearby businesses were closed. Wen Yu turned around hastily and then walked back. As soon as the autopilot reached the corner, she saw a black luxury car parked in front of the nursing home.
Those who can keep healthy here are rich people, and it is not uncommon to have luxury cars in and out.
Wen Yu didn't pay attention at first, but in an instant, she suddenly had a strange intuition.
Could it be Jiang Yuhe
Although she was a bit wishful thinking, Wen Yu still sneaked closer to look at it.
The windows of the car were half down, the smoke was dense and smoky, and the dim streetlights shone warmly into the car.
Wen Yu clearly saw the man's profile.
Like the first sight at the concert that night.
Cold and arrogant, sharp, unreasonable.
No, from the moment he appeared here, the label of inhumanity can be removed.
Wen Yu knew that she might have already succeeded in half the battle.
Sure enough, as she expected, after Jiang Yuhe saw her, although he was a little surprised in the first few seconds, he quickly recovered his indifferent expression.
Without any prelude, he was straightforward: "Get in the car."
Wen Yu came empty-handed, of course she can leave empty-handed now.
She restrained the excitement in her heart, tried her best to control the wheelchair and went to the co-pilot. Before she could open the door, Jiang Yuhe lowered the window of the co-pilot to remind her:
"Sit in the back."
When he said this, he didn't even bother to turn his head.
"..."
Wen Yu had no choice but to retreat to the back row.
She opened the car door and tried to support her body on one leg and move into the car. It is not impossible to do so, but it is a bit difficult, and the injured leg will be involved in the sore spot.
She secretly glanced at Jiang Yuhe in the process of trying.
The man sat in front without moving, and didn't care whether she could get in the car independently behind him.
Although Wen Yu didn't know the reason why Jiang Yuhe changed his mind and came to the nursing home again, but she knew very well that at this time, she had to accept it as soon as it was good. If something went wrong and offended him, if she took back that 1% of her kindness, all previous efforts would be wasted.
So he gritted his teeth, supported the car door with both hands, and tried hard to get himself to sit in the back row.
"Brother." She buckled up her seat belt, carefully probing, "Can you put it away for me—"
The word "wheelchair" hadn't been uttered yet, but the car had already started and rushed out.
That's right, it's soaring.
Wen Yu fell back in embarrassment, before she could sit still, she heard the man in front of her calling someone on the phone:
"I took the person away, and sent the wheelchair left at the door to my house."
ok you are awesome.
That's right, with his status and identity, how could he collect the wheelchair himself.
This is impossible if you change your past self.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu felt a little sad again.
Things are different and people are different, who would have thought that Miss Wen's family would be reduced to a charlatan.
Jiang Yuhe drove quite wildly, he slammed on the gas casually, especially when driving on a road with no people, Wen Yu felt as if he was about to take off.
If you change to other people, you may not be used to it, you will be afraid, and you may even feel nauseous.
Just kidding, who is Wen Yu.
The first sister of the Jiangcheng Supercar Club.
Jiang Yuhe just turned a sports car into an airplane, but she turned it into a spaceship.
You Xin always checks whether her insurance is within the validity period before taking her car.
So even if Jiang Yuhe drove the car like this intentionally or unintentionally, it didn't matter to Wen Yu.
But now she is not Wen Yu, but a weak and amnesiac younger sister.
"Brother..." Wen Yu tightened her seat belt timidly, "Slow down, I'm afraid."
Jiang Yuhe glanced at her expressionlessly from the rearview mirror, and then—
Stepped on the accelerator directly to the bottom.
Wen Yu was instantly pressed against the seat by the momentum of acceleration.
… Ah, thrills!
This kind of joy of shouting fear on the mouth and taking off in the heart lasted until I returned to Jiang Yuhe's home.
The three-storey duplex villa is about the same size as the Wen family's main house.
Jiang Yuhe drove the car to the basement, Wen Yu secretly looked at it, and suddenly heard him say lightly: "Get out of the car."
She froze for a moment and sat up straight.
How do I do this
Her calf is still swollen.
"Brother," Wen Yu hurriedly called to Jiang Yuhe who had already got out of the car, "help me."
Jiang Yuhe turned his head.
Wen Yu: "I don't have a wheelchair..."
However, the man didn't take pity on her just because she was a crippled delicate flower, he turned his head and left after giving her a cold look.
gone.
up.
Wen Yu: "...?"
Even if I'm an ordinary passer-by, it's not good for you to just leave a person with limited mobility behind, right
What's more, it was your car that hit me like this
So it is not without reason that others feed you medicine!
Wen Yu was so angry that she was helpless.
But she is also a person who refuses to admit defeat. You, Jiang Yuhe, see that I can't leave, so I want to show you.
Wen Yu opened the car door, put her hands on it, put one foot on the ground first, and then tried to stand up on one leg.
It's a bit choppy, but not as difficult as you might think.
Wen Yu couldn't believe that she couldn't jump into Jiang Yuhe's house with one leg!
She took a deep breath, and just like this, one leg was suspended in the air, and the other leg jumped forward.
Just after taking three steps, the elevator door in the basement opened.
Jiang Yuhe came out from inside, pushing a wheelchair in his hand.
Eyes on each other.
Jiang Yuhe: "?"
Wen Yu: "..."
Wen Yu hadn't expected this direction, and what was even more frightening was that the balance she was trying to maintain was broken because of the distraction of looking at each other for a second.
She started hopping side to side, back and forth, back and forth, left and right.
It's like a spring that has eaten half a step with a smile.
Moreover, the spring flicked towards Jiang Yuhe out of control.
Help me up the fuck!
do you have heart
Ahh I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall!
Just when Wen Yu couldn't support her body strength on one leg and was about to fall in front of Jiang Yuhe, the man finally stretched out his hand mercifully.
Although he only took her arm lightly, he dragged her to the wheelchair and sat down.
Wen Yu: "..."
Why don't you sit down, have a meal, take a shower and then help me up
Although she was so angry that she scolded her father, Wen Yu still had to put on a look of lingering fear on her face: "Thank you brother, it's fortunate that you are here."
However, Jiang Yuhe didn't respond to her thanks. The two of them took the elevator directly to the room. After reaching the first floor, he lifted his foot and kicked it lightly. After Wen Yu was sent out by inertia, he closed the door and disappeared.
Wen Yu:
Brother, where did you send me
Do you care about aftermarket
After Wen Yu stayed in the empty living room for five minutes in a daze, an elderly woman who claimed to be the twelfth aunt came.
"Miss, the young master arranged for you to live in the guest room on the first floor. The young master asked you to concentrate on recuperating from your illness. If you have anything to do, you can tell me directly. Also, don't wander around if you have nothing to do, especially the young master's bedroom and study on the second floor. Do you understand?"
... Master Jiang, don't you think too much.
That's all for the study, why do you think I want to go to your bedroom
However, Wen Yu had already been mentally prepared for such an agreement.
Today is not what it used to be, Wen Yu is still here by chance, even if she is a third-class citizen, she accepts the treatment.
She nodded cooperatively: "Thank you, Aunt Twelve, by the way, can you find me two changes of clothes, and..."
Wen Yu needs a mobile phone.
But it seems inappropriate to make this request with an aunt.
In the end, Wen Yu took the words back and changed it to—
"Can you help me to the bathroom first?"
Aunt Twelfth glanced at her: "I only serve the young master."
Then he walked away with his chin raised coldly.
Good guy, the boss's servants are cooler than other's.
If you don't support it, don't help it. It's not too difficult to move slowly by yourself.
The toiletries in the guest room were brand new. After closing the door, Wen Yu looked around.
A seven or eight-square-meter room has nothing but a bed and basic sanitary facilities.
Eligible for third-class citizen accommodation.
Wen Yu touched her injured leg, and seemed to sigh sadly, but the moment her breath sank, she lay down on the bed with her eyes closed and smiled.
Tremble, Shen Mingjia, even if you go bankrupt, this lady will tell you what is identity and what is decency!
Aunt Twelve sent him to the room and went to the second floor to report to Jiang Yuhe.
"Apart from clothes, do you want anything else?"
"She seemed to want something, but after thinking about it, she didn't say anything. Maybe she was embarrassed. Young women still need a lot of daily necessities."
Jiang Yuhe rubbed his forehead and paused for a moment, "Got it."
Throwing the coat on the bed, he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes for a while.
What happened in Jiangcheng was not decent, Jiang Yuhe seized the opportunity to prevent an ugly drama, and in the past few days since he came back, he mostly came to intercede for Li Man.
so what.
He has never been a man of sympathy.
But thinking of the woman downstairs who lived in out of nowhere, Jiang Yuhe felt as if he was slapping himself in the face again.
He closed his eyes and unbuttoned his shirt wearily and irritably.
Suddenly remembered something, got up and went to the study to turn on the computer.
The staff had already sent the invitation list of all the guests to the concert to his mailbox, but he had been busy for the past two days when he came back to Jiangcheng, so he hadn't had time to see it yet.
There were a total of thirty guests, most of whom were from the entertainment industry, and he had met them that night. The staff also sorted out the materials of less than ten guests from other fields.
Six men and four women, two of the four women are middle-aged, and the remaining two young women, one is a foreigner with short blond hair, and the other is a well-known socialite in Jiangcheng, named Zhao Wenjing.
Judging from the photo, her figure is very close to that of the mysterious woman that night, especially both of them have the same long hair.
It's just that it looks different from what I imagined.
In any case, Jiang Yuhe temporarily wrote down the name.
Early the next morning, due to the fact that she was dependent on others, the third-class citizen Wen Yu got up early to flatter Jiang Yuhe and send him to work.
In fact, she was in a hurry to urinate. She woke up at five o'clock in the morning. After going to the bathroom clumsily, she couldn't fall asleep anyway. She just heard the twelfth aunt next door getting up.
I thought Aunt Twelve would get up to make breakfast after six o'clock, but this young master must be an early riser too, but Wen Yu sat in the living room motionlessly until half past eight in the morning, the sun was completely shining into the living room, and the upstairs There was no movement at all.
During the waiting time, the people from the nursing home brought over the wheelchair and some oral medicine.
Wen Yu changed into her new wheelchair, and learned from Aunt Twelve that the old wheelchair last night was used by the old lady of the Jiang family. The old lady is currently on vacation abroad with her eldest granddaughter, and will come back after a while.
It turned out that Jiang Yuhe had an older sister.
Wen Yu thought to herself that she had to deal with Shen Mingjia before her sister came back.
After all, this play can be performed for a while, but not for a lifetime. The more people there are, the easier it is to make mistakes.
Finally, at the beginning of nine o'clock, Jiang Yuhe went downstairs.
Inside the open black suit jacket, there is still a black shirt.
Just like the black, white and gray decoration style of this home, this man can't find any colorful Yangjian colors on his body.
It makes people feel extremely difficult to approach.
Although the thoughts were surging in her mind, when the footsteps came in front of her, Wen Yu seamlessly switched her professional welcome face in a second: "Brother, good morning."
However, Jiang Yuhe didn't even look at her, and didn't stop there. He just said "I don't want breakfast" to Aunt Twelve and walked out.
Wen Yu, who was completely ignored, opened her mouth in embarrassment.
Going on like this is not a solution, even if he lives in, Jiang Yuhe has no communication with himself at all, and his thighs are equivalent to being lonely.
While staring at the man's back and trying to find a way, Wen Yu suddenly caught a glimpse of something falling from his body.
A small one was on the carpet, with a metallic luster.
She froze for a moment, and immediately stepped forward to the wheelchair by remote control, only to find that it was a cuff button.
Isn't the opportunity here
Wen Yu immediately opened the door and chased after him.
Perhaps it was because there was an old lady in a wheelchair at home. There was a landslide on the side of the gate of the villa. Wen Yu slid over smoothly. Seeing that Jiang Yuhe was about to get into the car, she hurriedly yelled: "Brother, you lost something~"
Jiang Yuhe paused and looked over.
The driver in the front row, Old He, was surprised, "Boss, you brought the girl back?"
Li Bai, the bodyguard standing beside him, also glanced at his boss.
Wen Yu didn't pay attention to the common delicacy in the expressions of these two people, she manipulated the wheelchair to come to Jiang Yuhe, and handed him the cufflinks: "It fell on the carpet at the door."
Knowing that this is an opportunity to get closer, Wen Yu took the initiative to pinch the man's cuff, "Let me put it on for you."
When customizing cufflinks for Shen Mingjia, Wen Yu learned how to wear them in advance.
She had fantasized about wearing cufflinks for her boyfriend for the first time many times, but now those thoughts were all focused on the man in front of her.
It turns out that this is how it feels to help a man wear cufflinks...
Thinking of this, Wen Yu felt a little sad.
It was gone the first time.
I hope the man in front of me knows how to be grateful.
Holding such a wish, Wen Yu tightened her cuff buttons, raised her head and smiled, "It's done."
Jiang Yuhe glanced down.
Wen Yu waited for him to speak.
Just say anything.
However, half a second later, the man didn't say a word, just bent down and got into the car, closed the door and windows and left in one go.
Wen Yu took a mouthful of car exhaust: "..."
Wrong payment.