Jiang Fuyue paused with her fingertips, did not answer, but did not hang up immediately, but returned to the chat interface, typed and asked: Is there anything wrong
The other side replied in seconds: There are a few places in the photo that are not very clear, I want to see the blackboard.
Jiang Fuyue took it, and switched hands to switch the front camera to the rear camera.
Therefore, Ling Xuan saw Jiang Fuyue's face only at the moment of connection, in less than a second.
After a glimpse, he fixed his eyes on the rear camera, facing the blackboard.
Jiang Fuyue adjusted the angle of the phone: "Can you see it?"
Ling Xuan: "... yes."
After about three or four minutes: "I'm fine, you—" Can you talk to me
Before the second half of the sentence was out of my mouth, I heard a faint hum from the other end, and then the call was cut off.
Ling Xuan: "?"
It was quite sudden.
The wind poured in from the terrace at the end of the corridor, bringing with it a hint of the heat of the evening, which made people inexplicably irritable.
Ling Xuan shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his smile, he put away his mobile phone, turned and entered the ward.
In the room, Ling Qingzhou was sitting on the head of the bed, and there was a laptop on the small table turned up in front of him, and the page stayed on a pile of financial report data, and he was browsing patiently at the moment.
His eyes are focused and his mind is dignified.
Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, the man subconsciously raised his eyelids.
Ling Xuan called out: "Dad."
"Um."
"Mom said she's on the way, about twenty minutes away."
Ling Qingzhou: "No hurry."
After saying that, his eyes returned to the screen.
Ling Xuan silently filled up the empty water glass in front of him, and just as he put it down, he heard his father ask—
"You go back to Linhuai, what about the training camp?"
Ling Xuan: "I asked for leave."
Ling Qingzhou: "Can you keep up with the progress?"
"It's okay, I asked my classmate to send me the daily course content and the classroom writing on the blackboard." It's just that this classmate doesn't seem to like talking to him very much.
The boy rubbed his nose and couldn't help but reflect on what he did wrong
Knowing the son is like the father, Ling Qingzhou: "Have you encountered any difficulties?"
Ling Xuan snapped back to his senses and shook his head: "No."
"Not in studies, but in interpersonal relationships."
He didn't speak, as if acquiescing.
Ling Qingzhou raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on her son's troubled and lonely face.
He boldly guessed: "The other party is a girl?"
"Dad!" Ling Xuan was startled, his eyes flickering slightly.
Ling Qingzhou: "Girlfriend?"
"… no."
"you like her?"
Ling Xuan didn't speak, his thoughts changed rapidly.
Does he like Jiang Fuyue
Do you like that feeling
He's not sure.
But I can't help but secretly pay attention to her, the colder she is, the more he wants to get closer, even if he gets frostbite in the process, he doesn't hesitate.
Ling Qingzhou looked at his son's constantly changing face, not showing it on the face, but was quite surprised in his heart.
This look is clearly missing and can't get it, but unwilling to give up.
Being able to push his always proud son to such a point, Ling Qingzhou suddenly wondered what magic power that girl had.
"...Dad, drink some water." Ling Xuan brought the cup to his lips with both hands.
My father naturally appreciated it, but he also saw his purpose of changing the topic.
After Ling Qingzhou finished drinking, he didn't expose it, and didn't ask any more questions, and continued to read the financial report.
Ling Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to think about his relationship with Jiang Fuyue for the time being, and everything will be discussed after the estrangement between the two is eliminated.
Take your time, he thought.
The father and son finished talking, and the huge ward became quiet again.
Ling Xuan sat on the chair, and there was a small round glass table in front of him. He took out the paper and pen, and found the photos that Jiang Fuyue had sent him.
In fact, the photos are very clear, and there is nothing unclear.
He just... wanted to find an excuse to look at her.
Seeing is seeing, but only one glance, no more.
Ling Xuan sighed, suddenly felt that Jiang Fuyue was stingy.
He had no doubt that if he didn't find a suitable reason to "look at the blackboard", she would hang up the video call directly.
The boy looked at the title on the photo, and suddenly the pen in his hand drew a long mark on the clean draft paper.
Jiang Fuyue wanted to hide from him, but he refused!
Tomorrow he still has to look at the blackboard.
One look at a day, two eyes at two days, add up to a lot.
Twenty minutes later, Zhou Qin arrived.
Carrying two thermos buckets in his hands, he greeted the father and son as soon as he entered the ward: "It's time to eat."
Ling Xuan stood up.
Ling Qingzhou was on the phone and raised her hand to signal the mother and son to eat first.
Zhou Qin had already eaten at home, took out the food, and placed the bowls and chopsticks neatly, "Ah Xuan, you eat first, don't wait for your dad, who knows when he will finish his work."
Having said that, Ling Xuan still didn't move his chopsticks. It wasn't until ten minutes later, when Ling Qingzhou finished talking on the phone, that the father and son sat down to eat together.
Zhou Qin pushed the poured soup in front of her husband, and whispered softly, "You hurt your leg bone, and everyone says you can make up your body with your body. It's always right to drink some big bone soup to supplement calcium."
Ling Qingzhou glanced at it, and didn't have much appetite, but she still gave Zhou Qin face in front of her son, drank half a bowl, put it aside, and didn't move again.
Zhou Qin didn't seem to notice, and got up to make the bed for him.
I replaced the wilted flowers with fresh ones, and hurried in and out without making any noise.
Just like her, she has always been gentle and gentle.
After Ling Qingzhou finished eating, she lay back on the hospital bed.
Zhou Qin called a doctor to examine him.
"...doctor, how is my husband?"
"If you have been injured for 100 days, it is best not to walk for the first half of the month, and to avoid secondary injuries within three months. In a word, take a good rest."
Zhou Qin nodded, sent the doctor out, turned around and came back to sit by the bed, and suddenly held Ling Qingzhou's hand.
The man was stunned for a moment, his heart softened slightly, and his voice could not help but soften, and his business-like sternness was a little less: "What's wrong?"
Zhou Qin sighed: "You said you, how old you are, you still don't feel reassured, but you actually fought with Yi Hansheng in public..."
These words made Ling Qingzhou's feet hurt, and the man's face turned dark.
"It's him who bullies people too much!"
Seeing that the No. 1 Middle School was about to sign the contract, the bastard surnamed Yi broke in alone, playing tricks on the spot and making trouble for no reason.
As a result, the No. 1 middle school saw that something was wrong, and both sides couldn't afford to offend. They were also frightened by Yi Hansheng, so they simply let go on the spot—
What "Mingyue Building" and "Yueming Building", they don't want them all!
Now Ling Qingzhou is stupid.
Seeing that the duck with its beak was thumping away like this, it was unbearable immediately, and raised its fist to greet Yi Hansheng's face.
Yi Hansheng is not a vegetarian, he has endured Ling Qingzhou for a long time, and he has long wanted to do something big.
The two big presidents just fought together on the spot regardless of their identities and face.
You punch, I kick, hit hard.
The employees on both sides reacted and stepped forward to fight, and somehow joined the battle in a daze.
Immediately, the entire meeting room was in a state of chaos, like a world war.
Then-
Two big presidents entered the hospital, one with a broken leg and the other with a broken hand, and the ward was next door.
This damned smelling ape dung.
Zhou Qin saw all the anger on the man's face, half closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Is it that important?" She murmured softly.
The man frowned.
"Is building a building so important to you?" He didn't even care about his life.
After twenty years of marriage, Zhou Qin knows this man too well. He is gentle, refined, personable, and extremely concerned about appearance.
And Yi Hansheng has a rough surface, after all these years of being a superior, how can he easily show jokes to others
However, these two people, under the watchful eyes of everyone, fought like boys in their twenties when they disagreed!
When Zhou Qin heard the news, her first reaction was neither worry nor anger, but she wanted to laugh because the facts were so ridiculous.
It was so ridiculous that she couldn't believe that this kind of thing would happen to these two men.
Just for the right to build a middle school
Heh... After all, it was because of the dead woman.
Zhou Qin couldn't restrain his curiosity again.
What is the charm of Lou Mingyue, that after more than 20 years of death, the living men would not hesitate to fight for her
Hearing this, Ling Qingzhou's calm face suddenly sank.
Is it so important
He raised the corners of his mouth coldly, and paused every word: "I think this is our tacit consensus."
Zhou Qin stabbed fiercely at the tip of his heart, and blood dripped instantly.
It's a pity that this man can't see it.
It turns out that her retreat, patience, and repression for so many years have become a natural "consensus" in his eyes
She stood up suddenly and turned her back in a panic: "I'll go back first."
After finishing speaking, she ran away in despair, afraid that if she was a step too late, tears would burst out of her eyes uncontrollably.
In the corner, Ling Xuan witnessed the whole process, frowning.
As if something was about to emerge that he didn't know about...