This was the first time he met her after entering the door. She suddenly forgot to speak, and the smile on her face froze.
After Fu Xingye listened, he paused, and the moment Chen Yanchuan raised his eyes, Chen Yanchuan only felt a coolness rushing from his spine to the top of his head. He did not dare to raise his head, and for a while, cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
When he recovered, Fu Xingye had already opened the office door.
When the woman sitting on the sofa heard the movement, a smile immediately appeared on her expressionless face.
"Ono, you're back, I'll wait..."
"Get out." Fu Xingye interrupted her coldly without looking at her.
A smile on the woman's face, and a slight sigh: "It's been so long, and you're still angry with me?"
Fu Xingye didn't seem to hear her at all, so he walked straight to the desk and sat down on the office chair.
Across a large and cold desk, the woman felt that the distance between herself and him was farther away, so she leaned forward and opened the insulation bowl she had brought, and walked to the desk gracefully and calmly with her hands in her hands and high heels.
"I heard that you have been in poor health. This is the tonic soup that I have personally kept for a few hours." She said, she tested the temperature with the back of her hand against the edge of the bowl before pushing it along the table to Fu Xingye." Son, give it a try. If it tastes good, I will..."
Fu Xingye didn't know which word in her words was irritated, suddenly raised his head and stared at her.
This was the first time he met her after entering the door. She suddenly forgot to speak, and the smile on her face froze.
Fu Xingye pulled his lips suddenly. When he lowered his eyes to look at the bowl of soup, his peach blossom eyes suddenly became scarlet. He suddenly raised his hand and waved to the bowl of soup. There was a mess between the table and the woman's face. The woman suppressed her cry and gave a step to the side. Then she looked at Fu Xingye with an incredibly wounded face.
Fu Xingye said every word: "Get out, get out now!"
"You... You..." The woman's elegant facial features were a little distorted in shock. She calmed down her emotions very hard, her tears rolled down, "I'm your mother, you actually let me... let me go?"
"Mother... Mother?" Fu Xingye repeated these two words, as if he was caught in some irresistible memory of pain and despair. He laughed lowly, his eyes looking at the woman became redder and red, and finally looked like It is trying to squeeze a word from the gap between the teeth, "roll..."
This word is hoarse, like a desperate roar, but more like a silent beg.
The woman was shocked by his appearance.
Originally, she thought that after so many years, she should never forget what happened when she was a child.
When Chen Yanchuan heard the movement rushing in, he saw at a glance that Fu Xingye looked as if he was sitting on an office chair, but his hands and fingers on the edge of the desk were tense and forcefully protruding from the back of his hands. All the veins are cracking.
And his eyes were so red that they were dripping blood, he was about to get sick.
Chen Yanchuan almost knelt down to the woman: "Madam, are you still going?! Please!"
The woman was obviously frightened too, but she couldn't pull herself down for a while and refused to leave in a desperate manner. She looked at Fu Xingye with tears and said, "I know you still hate me in your heart, if you didn't hear that you are about to get engaged. , I will not come to you rashly, I..."
"Auntie Tan!" Chen Yanchuan knelt directly to her.
Tan Mingya shook her body, turned around and took her bag, and left.
Chen Yanchuan breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned to look at Fu Xingye, he almost got out of his body when he saw the scene at first glance.
…
A high-end private clinic.
Fu Xingye was injected with a tranquilizer and fell asleep.
It's just that the back of his left hand, which was almost pierced with a utility knife, was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze.
Chen Yanchuan let Cheng Ke guard every step of the way, and followed the doctor to the office.
Doctor Zhou is old, with gray hair, no more energetic than he was more than ten years ago.
He took off his glasses and shook Fu Xingye's film towards Chen Yanchuan: "No bones were injured, just skin injuries, but he was ruthless and could not recover in a short time."
Chen Yanchuan frowned, took off his glasses and pressed his eyebrows in annoyance.
Doctor Zhou patted Chen Yanchuan's shoulder to reassure him, and then asked, "I haven't committed this for many years. What irritation did you get this time?"
Doctor Zhou remembered that when he first saw Fu Xingye and Chen Yanchuan, it was late at night more than ten years ago. At that time, Fu Xingye was full of blood but expressionless. Chen Yanchuan helped him into his clinic. At that time, he was also calm.
At that time, both of them were still underage and half-old children, so he was deeply impressed by them.
Especially in the following year, Chen Yanchuan frequently brought Fu Xingye, who was injured in different parts and methods, to visit him quietly for medical treatment. He also learned more or less about the details of these two young people.
Although each time the two came over, Chen Yanchuan explained that Fu Xingye went outside to fight with others and injured him, but slowly, Doctor Zhou also found some clues.
At that time, Fu Xingye had a serious tendency to abuse himself.
He went to study because of curiosity, combined with Fu Xingye’s situation, only to know that if some people in this world have been abused by their loved ones since childhood, over time, their psychology will gradually be distorted, they will become extremely inferior, and they will even imitate their loved ones. Behavior to hurt yourself.
But every time Chen Yanchuan and Fu Xingye came, they only saw injuries and never mentioned psychotherapy and other issues.
So Doctor Zhou didn't ask.
I originally thought that it had been ten years and I would never see these two again. I didn't realize that my clinic had changed places, and people still came here.
Chen Yanchuan did not directly answer Dr. Zhou’s question, but emphasized as always: “Dr. Zhou, the old rules, I hope you keep this matter secret.”
Doctor Zhou nodded and couldn't help saying more this time: "However, for Mr. Fu's disease, it is best to treat it from the root cause. I am afraid that there will be irreparable damage in the future."
When patients abuse themselves, their spiritual consciousness is not sober.
Chen Yanchuan glanced at Doctor Zhou, and Doctor Zhou smiled: "Don't worry, I will never talk too much in the future."
Chen Yanchuan opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but temporarily changed his mouth: "Trouble you."
…
Like ten years ago, Chen Yanchuan concealed this matter without letting anyone know. As usual, he stayed by Fu Xingye's bed.
Only ten years ago, both of them were students, but now, there are a lot of official duties that must be handled.
So when Fu Xingye woke up, Chen Yanchuan, who was concentrating on processing documents, did not see it until his neck became sore and when he habitually raised his head, he suddenly saw Fu Xingye staring at the ceiling with his eyes open and blinking, making his heart fierce. The ground jumped and passed cautiously: "San Shao."
Fu Xingye did not respond.
Chen Yanchuan blamed himself, knowing that he had made a big mistake by letting Tan Mingya into the company.
He deliberated and talked about a few other topics, but he couldn't make Fu Xingye's eyes blink.
Chen Yanchuan was not sure if he was stuck in his past memories and couldn't get out. He hesitated and brought up Chen Xinlan, who Fu Xingye cared most, but Fu Xingye still didn't respond.
Chen Yanchuan turned his head, Junxiu's face was full of despair.
When Fu Xingye’s cell phone rang, Chen Yanchuan glanced at the caller ID and said by the way, "It’s Miss Changhuan’s phone.", Fu Xingye’s finger moved, and then he slowly tilted his head to look at Chen. Yanchuan pinched the phone in his palm.
Chen Yanchuan's heart moved, and he tried to ask: "Would you like to pick it up, San Shao?"
Maybe Fu Xingye would like to let Nie Changhuan know
But Fu Xingye reached out to him. After he handed it over the phone immediately, Fu Xingye turned off the phone, threw it aside, and never looked at it again.
Chen Yanchuan never dared to speak again.
Yes, Fu Xingye is probably the least willing to let Nie Changhuan see him like this.
…
Nie Changhuan stood outside the gate of the hospital, dialed again, and raised his eyebrows after hearing the prompt.
Fu Xingye knew that she was coming to see Tang Sihuai today, but she turned off suddenly and did not answer the phone. Could it be that she didn't care about it on the surface, but she was still uncomfortable in her heart
But she was at the door of the hospital, and she really wanted to see Tang Sihuai's situation.
Nie Changhuan struggled, and finally turned and left.
She now doesn't want to be awkward with Fu Xingye because of others.
Especially after witnessing the failed marriage of Liu Yi and Nie Yueshan with her own eyes, she felt even more precious that her and Fu Xingye's love and cherishment for each other is so precious that it must be maintained.
However, in the next few days, Nie Changhuan was unable to contact Fu Xingye, which made her a little anxious, but she did not dare to call Chen Xinlan rashly for fear of causing unnecessary trouble, so in the end she went directly to Fu Xingye’s The company, as a result, even the company door was not able to enter.
The security department of the company experienced the last time, and this time even Nie Changhuan didn't dare to put it in.
Nie Changhuan had to go downstairs and leave, but was stopped by a middle-aged woman in a fashionable dress and sunglasses.
"Little girl, can Auntie talk to you?" The middle-aged woman spoke warmly and kindly.
Nie Changhuan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the middle-aged woman took off her sunglasses: "I am Xingye's mother. You are Changhuan who wants to be engaged to Xingye, right?"
"Auntie... Good Auntie." Nie Changhuan was a little incoherent for a moment. Although this woman with a face similar to Chen Xinlan looked gentle and gentle, Nie Changhuan just felt that she looked at her with sharp eyes and was not pleased.
Tan Mingya took a step forward and gently grasped Nie Changhuan's hand: "There is a cafe over there. Would you like to sit with me over there?"
Nie Changhuan subconsciously wanted to reject her, but when he thought that she was Fu Xingye's mother, he didn't have the guts to speak up.
And Fu Xingye respected Liu Yi so much, she couldn't even refuse to drink a cup of coffee with his mother.
Just entering the cafe, facing Tan Mingya's dazzling scrutiny from the opposite seat, Nie Changhuan was too embarrassed, his face stiffened in order to maintain a polite smile.
Tan Mingya was always smiling. She looked at Nie Changhuan for about 20 to 30 seconds before picking up a side menu: "What kind of coffee do you usually like to drink?"
"I don't usually drink coffee." Nie Chang said respectfully, "Auntie, I just want a glass of juice."
"Don't even have a habit of drinking coffee?" Tan Mingya seemed a little surprised, but her voice was still low and gentle, as if she could not speak loudly or speak bad words to others at all.
Nie Changhuan didn't think much, because she still didn't know that for some upper-class people, Western-style coffee was already a part of social etiquette.
Seeing that she was not answering, Tan Mingya smiled and asked the waiter to serve her a glass of juice, and took advantage of this gap to chat with Nie Changhuan.
Although the atmosphere was a bit blunt and Nie Changhuan's unavoidable embarrassment, it was not bad overall.
Finally, Tan Mingya took the bag she put aside on her side, and took out two boxes from her bag.
She pushed a black box in front of Nie Changhuan: "You and Xingye are about to get engaged. I am a mother who is lazy, and I still want to show it. This one is for Xingye. You see him. , Just give it to him."
After a pause, she opened the red velvet box in front of her, and took out a bracelet inlaid with several sapphires: "This bracelet is one of my dowry for my dowry. It was passed to me by my grandmother in the wild. Heirloom antique. I will give it to you now, by the way, to show my attitude towards your future daughter-in-law."
Nie Changhuan naturally refused: "Thank you for your kindness, but this is too expensive, I can't accept it."
"If you don't accept it, you just don't want to recognize me as a future mother-in-law." Tan Mingya changed her face in an instant, staring at Nie Changhuan without a smile.
"..." Nie Changhuan pursed his lips, speechless for a while.
Tan Mingya laughed again: "Look, it scared you. I was just joking with you. Don't worry, this is just a small piece of my dowry items. For a family like ours, it's not worth money. Come, give it your hand. Auntie, I will put it on for you."
Seeing Tan Mingya getting up, Nie Changhuan followed up immediately following courtesy.
Tan Mingya grabbed her hand and put on the bracelet for her, and pretended to be serious, and said: "You don't have to take it off if you put it on. Next time, if you don't wear it, I will be angry. "
Nie Changhuan could only pursed his lips and smiled, "Thank you, Auntie."
Tan Mingya squeezed her hand lightly, looked at her face and exclaimed: "No wonder my Xingye likes you so much. Your face is indeed a bit like Yan..."
Nie Changhuan's expression froze.
And Tan Mingya seemed to suddenly realize that she had said something wrong, and quickly added calmly: "Like a goblin that harms the country and the people, even I can't help but look fascinated."
But this remedy, which is intended to cover up, has become more suspicious.
Nie Changhuan didn't show it, but thanked him a few more words, and Tan Mingya kindly took his hands out of the cafe.
When he arrived at Tan Mingya's car, Tan Mingya was still reluctant to let go of Nie Changhuan's hand: "Huanhuan, auntie really likes you, don't let auntie like you, let alone betray me, you know?"
Nie Changhuan looked down and nodded a little shyly.
Tan Mingya stared at her drooping face, and silently released her hand: "Go ahead and see you in a few days."
After that, Tan Mingya got on the car, did not lower the window and waved goodbye to Nie Changhuan, and let the driver drive away.
Nie Changhuan stood there for a while, looked at the black box in his arms, and looked at the bracelet on his wrist, but finally did not take it off.
It’s just that Fu Xingye had never heard of his parents before. She originally thought he had no parents. Not only did he have them, but his mother suddenly appeared and gave her such a gift. She always felt that What's weird, but I can't tell the specifics.
But she thought, it was just a gift. Tan Mingya asked her to pass it on. She would pass it on. If Fu Xingye had a bad relationship with his parents, she would accompany him to throw the gift away, and she would not wear this bracelet anymore.
However, Fu Xingye has not been contacted.
She tried to call Fu Xingye several times, but she still prompted to shut down.
She called Chen Yanchuan's, but Chen Yanchuan didn't answer. She thought about it and turned to Peng Jiangzhou's WeChat. On WeChat, she asked about Fu Xingye's situation. As a result, Peng Jiangzhou said that Fu Xingye and Chen Yanchuan were not there in the past few days. The company showed up, probably on a business trip to a foreign country for urgent errands.
Nie Changhuan was dejected and couldn't help it, and sent several WeChat messages to Fu Xingye.
Finally, she made a voice boldly and blushing.
…
In the clinic.
Sometimes Chen Yanchuan would log in Fu Xingye's WeChat account on his laptop to handle some work matters.
At this moment, he was working on a voice chat with a project partner, but he turned sideways to take a water cup and feed water into his mouth. His eyes were blurred, and Nie Changhuan’s voice was clicked. Suddenly, he was in the ward where the needles could be heard. Nie Changhuan's words sounded full of shyness.
She said: Fu Xingye, I miss you.
Chen Yanchuan was dumbfounded, choking a sip of water in his throat, coughing earth-shaking.
While coughing, he didn't forget to take a peek at Fu Xingye's reaction, he thought to himself, this time he was afraid that time would be running out.
However, if Fu Xingye, who hadn't entered for a few days, could react a little because of his "mistake," he would still be comforted.
Standing in front of the window, Fu Xingye turned around slowly, squinting his eyes and staring at him.
Chen Yanchuan unconsciously squeezed the cup: "Sanshao, sorry. I just... I didn't mean to listen."
After a pause, he said along the way: "Ms. Chang Huan has called you a lot, and has been sending you WeChat messages these days. Young Master, or I will reply to you with a message, so that Miss Chang Huan will not worry. I remember. She will have a special admissions exam right away, don't affect her exams."
He anxiously and nervously waited for Fu Xingye's response.
After a long time, Fu Xingye turned around, took the phone that had been turned off for several days, and opened WeChat.
Chen Yanchuan immediately retired his WeChat account, so he didn't know what Fu Xingye had sent. Only a few minutes later, he found that Fu Xingye's face seemed to have a bit of expression and vitality.
But here, Nie Changhuan received Fu Xingye's reply, and all the depressive worries over the past few days have disappeared.
With a smile on her lips, she squeezed her phone in her hands and typed quickly: "Then when are you free, can we meet? I'll give you a gift by the way."
Fu Xingye returned to her: Just tonight.