The sky's hopes were ultimately dashed.
When she came to the ward that had been sorted out, she saw only the empty window sill, but not the white bunch of roses that had been struggling with fate.
"Ah, that bunch of flowers?"
The auntie cleaner said embarrassedly, "Because you guys have already left, the bunch of flowers are a little dry. I thought you didn't want them, so I cleaned them up."
There is a feeling of thunder in the sky.
It's over, Brother He's girlish heart...
Gone.
Seeing her face was serious, the cleaner followed nervously, and his voice became weaker and quieter: "What should I do
I got it this morning.
They said that you were no longer in the hospital, so I only accepted it. "
"nothing."
Qiongcang waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's alright, go get busy."
Auntie is still very uneasy, after all, this is their boss's family.
After three steps, he turned back to confirm that Qiong Qiong did not want to be held accountable, and then gradually disappeared in the aisle.
"What should we do?"
Qiong Cang murmured and walked to the flower shop outside the hospital.
She originally wanted to imitate a bunch of similar works, so as to hide it from the sky, but she was afraid that He Jueyun would recognize it at that time, and it would be a crime to add another level.
After some conscience struggle and risk consideration, she finally decided to buy the most expensive, best, and largest flower, pack a bunch, and take it home.
He Chuanzhou was very busy, so he left after sending her to the hospital. Qiongcang needed to go home with the flamboyantly packaged bouquet of roses.
In order to prevent the flower from being bruised during transportation, Qionggong specially bought a large bag for it, so that it can also show its dignity and its own prudence.
After making all kinds of preparations, Qiong can finally feel at ease.
An hour later, Qiongcang appeared at the door of He Jueyun's house with a large bag, and bent over to unlock the combination.
As soon as the door was opened, He Jueyun happened to come out of the corridor and ran into her.
He Jueyun glanced at the luggage bag in her hand, and then at the half-closed door. He moved his steps to block the entrance of the stairs, and said angrily, "What's the matter! You left home after saying a few words, didn't you?"
The sky opened the door a little: "...I just came back from outside."
"Oh."
He Jueyun's complexion was like a sudden rainstorm, it became extremely fast, and he quickly regained his calm.
He pointed inside and said, "Go in."
Qiongcang walked into the door with small steps, and He Jueyun followed.
She had just finished taking off her shoes at the entrance, when she turned around, she found that He Jueyun had locked the door neatly.
Qiong Cang: "..." That's not really right, is it
Why does it feel so like a murder scene
He Jueyun asked dryly, "Where have you been today?"
When he said it, he found that his problem was very blunt, like finding fault. He was afraid that Qionggong would really turn his head and run away, so he snorted again: "Forget it, forget it if you don't want to talk about it."
Qiong Cang: "… "Sir, I didn't say I would refuse to cooperate.
She took the initiative to explain: "I just went to see Team He."
He Jueyun: "Oh."
When a man says oh, it means it's not over.
—Interpretation of quotations by straight men in the sky
Qiong Cang praised the words: "Because I saw you working hard, my heart also ignited a motivation! In order to learn from you, I went to Team He to do something serious!"
He Jueyun's face quickly darkened upon hearing this, and he silently took off his coat and hung it on a shelf beside him.
Is this connoting him
right
Does he take time off from time to time
How can it be so unprofessional
Qiong also found that she seemed to be more suitable for yin-yang weirdness and cold jokes than compliments.
is very inappropriate.
Qiongcang coughed, quickly handed over the bag, and said, "I'll give you the same gift."
"Send me a bag?"
He Jueyun frowned at a loss, and then said, "Do you really think you can cure all diseases?"
Firmament: ...
He Jueyun's point of view is always so novel and progressive.
He didn't give Qiong Cang a chance to explain, his face changed again, gloomy again, and asked, "Do you think I'm sick?"
Firmament: ... Huh
Qiong has fallen into silence for an unknown number of times today.
For the first time, she hoped that she could have one more brain so that she could analyze He Jueyun's behavior pattern, otherwise she wouldn't look at everyone like a fool.
Fortunately, He Jueyun's illness has never been serious and can be cured by himself.
His temper came and went as fast as the wind, and in the next second, his body honestly embraced the purse in his arms and walked towards the living room.
Qiongqiang couldn't help reminding him, "It's mainly the flowers inside."
He Jueyun was stunned, put the bag on the coffee table, opened the zipper, and grabbed a well-preserved bouquet of white roses from the inside.
Qiong emphasized every important word with accent: "I, on purpose, went to the hospital to get flowers today.
But the auntie cleaner had already disposed of it, so I bought a new bunch.
Do you like it? "
He Jueyun roared in his heart.
It doesn't matter if he likes it or not! This flower was originally for you!
How can there be such an upside-down thing
How could someone come up with so many ways to piss him off
He Jueyun raised his hand and pressed his forehead.
It felt like punching a sponge full of water, not only using the wrong force, but also drenching myself.
Sin ah.
"It's not about flowers at all."
He Jueyun didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he fought each other in his inner world, and finally he waved his hand helplessly and said, "Forget it.
It's okay, that's it. "
Qiongcang just used the same words to perfunctory the cleaner aunt who had strangled her hopes, but did not expect to get the same forgiveness from He Jueyun so quickly.
She gave He Jueyun a sympathetic look and walked back to the room silently.
After doing this, He Jueyun went back to the study to work.
In the company today, he didn't do much business, and was almost threatened by Song Shu to complain.
At that time, my mind was full of bizarre things, and when I got home, I relaxed a little bit.
He read all the documents and plans that had not been processed today, and then typed on the keyboard to write the report diligently.
When it was time for dinner, He Jueyun stretched and felt hungry in his stomach.
He forgot that he was still angry with Qiongcang, and habitually asked in a long voice: "Qiongqiang, what are you eating!"
Qiong, who was sitting quietly reading a book in the living room, was flattered.
She raised her hand and looked at the time, and found that it had only been four hours, when she heard the sound of He Jueyun being all right.
She slowed down, tiptoed to the outside of the study, and pushed the door open.
He Jueyun glanced back at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
Qiong Cang observed his face and asked tentatively, "Are you happy at work today?"
"what?"
He Jueyun said, "What's wrong with your work?"
Is this kid stupid
Qiong Cang: "Then are you not angry with me?"
It's okay not to ask, but when he asked He Jueyun, he felt a heart attack again.
He was sullen for a while, and after a while he said, "Is it interesting to be angry with you
You don't even know why I'm angry. "
That tone was quite hateful.
Qiong Cang followed two sentences without a soul: "Yes, don't be angry with your body."
He Jueyun gave her a hard look, and then continued to take out with his head down.
Qiong Cang walked in boldly and closed the door with a backhand.
He Jueyun remembered the business, sat upright, and reminded: "Today there is a new testimony, He team sent it to me.
But this kind of evidence similar to second-hand news... If there is no more direct and powerful discovery, it is still not too hopeful. "
Qiong Qiong is mentally prepared to not be so naive.
She just said strangely: "Are you doing a copy of Fan Huai?"
"yes.
We have been improving since we found out that the case has hidden details.
Sanyao's technology has a great role in helping to do scene restoration and reverse reasoning.
We often cooperate on the most unsolved cases. "
He Jueyun fiddled with the computer in front of him, but the frequent knocks proved that he was not so attentive, "The body was found too late, and when the police rushed over, the traces of the scene had been damaged too much by the rain and nearby residents. .
We relied on technology to correct a part, but because there is too little information, there are still a lot of errors and omissions, which can only be added slowly…”
Qiong Qiong listened to him carefully, nodded after a moment, and gave him a smile.
Her hands crossed over and supported on the back of He Jueyun's chair. When bending over to look at the screen, she naturally lowered her upper body and got close to the person in front of her.
At this distance, He Jueyun could smell the faint scent of shower gel on her body, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and whispered, "What are you doing
Arson all day, irresponsible.
scum. "
Qiong: "..." So the resentment will not disappear, right
·
The next morning, when Qiongcang woke up, He Jueyun had already gone out.
The sound of his departure was so small that he didn't make any noise.
Qiong Cang smelled the fragrance through the door panel, woke up in a daze, put on slippers and went to the kitchen to check, and found that a small pot of broth was warming on the stove, and there was a plate of sized raw wontons on the side. In another pot, Even the water is ready.
He Jueyun left a note on the chopping board, instructing her to boil another pot of water, boil the wontons, and then pour the wontons into the soup.
Obviously it is a very simple one-step operation. He wrote every program in a very scientific and technical style, and at the end, he thoughtfully provided her with a takeaway call that could call for help after the execution failed. Treat people with no common sense of life.
Qiongcang woke him up in the morning, raised his hand and rubbed his face, brushing away the tiredness.
The glass window of the kitchen was not closed, and the fresh morning breeze poured in from outside and slapped her face.
Qiongcang lowered his head and counted the number of wontons, and the image from half an hour ago popped up in his mind—He Jueyun was standing in the same position as her, hunched over his waist, and his mother-in-law wrote notes.
In the middle of writing, I may still remember the grievances that I failed to vent yesterday, and then I muttered a few times in dissatisfaction, and finally finished the content in resentment.
This kind of life should be very ordinary and peaceful, but there are only a handful of times in the memory of the firmament.
After Jiang Ling left, no one would care about her daily life.
Qiongcang turned off the fire, stood for a while in a trance, then suppressed the emotion in his heart, folded the note in half, and planned to throw it away.
She had already walked to the front of the trash can, and shivered inexplicably when she reached out her hand. After hesitating for less than a second, she put away the note paper, took it back to the room, and put it in a book.
never mind.
Keep everything from their old He family first.
·
The lady in front of the security door took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright and agile eyes, and swept upstairs slightly.
Her eyes are raised up, and her bright eyes are good at it, which is obviously just a very ordinary action, because her bright and moving face has a kind of elegant style.
The next second, she rolled her eyes, swiped the key on the sensor door with the key hanging on her thin white finger, and then pushed the door to enter, her clear voice kept saying scolding words, which slightly damaged the passage. landscape.
"Why don't you think about it
Why are people complaining about your son
Did you ever love him
Did you give him warmth
Know why your son doesn't want to go to work and why he's unmotivated
Looking for trouble as soon as you come back, do you really use your son as a social animal
whispering sound! "
The person on the other side could only choose to suffer silently under her ruthless ridicule.
"Why don't you talk
My son is my life, right
When I was a child, I took care of him, but now that you are grown up to grab the educational achievements, you have already taken advantage of it! Don't you just slap me in the face when you trouble him
Are you dissatisfied with me? "
The person on the other side stunned and hurriedly retorted: "I don't! What are you talking about
I also grew up with him, why did he grab it? "
The woman's voice was raised a bit, but the soft and waxy voice didn't sound like she was angry: "Then you mean that I'm overplaying and I'm not looking for trouble?"
The man on the other side of the phone choked, recognized the reality, and once again entered a state of slump that couldn't make a sound with a stick.
The elevator descended, and the beautiful woman looked at the mirror inside, carefully adjusted her scattered bangs, and raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction.
It's so beautiful!
However, she didn't want to convey her good mood to the other side, she opened her mouth and said rudely: "Did you see it
Is it annoying to do things so unreasonably
That's what you did to my son! I tell you, if you have to mess around, pick me and compare with you. "
The person opposite said weakly: "Who wants to compare this with you..."
The woman said impatiently, "Okay, I'm going into the elevator. It's boring to argue with you!"
Half a minute later, the elevator went up to the floor she designated.
Mrs. He walked out with long legs, stopped in front of the door, and deliberately pressed the doorbell on the side, waiting for the people inside to come out.
She changed the bag from her left hand to her right hand, and from shoulder to carry, and rang the doorbell several times in a row. When she ran out of patience, she finally waited for the person who opened the door.
Mrs. He raised her chin and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why did you only come out now?"
Qiong Cang whispered: "I'm sorry, I was just on the balcony and didn't hear the sound."
When Mrs. He found out that the person who came to open the door was not her son, her expression was stunned.
After seeing that it was the sky, a clear crack appeared on that proud and perfect face.
She first touched her face, then fixed it on Qiong's face for a few seconds, and the cracks in her expression gradually widened.
Qiong felt that he could understand.
Anyone who suddenly sees a stranger in his son's house will have the feeling that the cabbage is gone.
Mrs. He slowly stretched out her hand, grabbed the doorknob and closed the door when the sky was about to respond.
Firmament:
After a while, the knock on the door rang again.
Qiongcang quickly opened the door and nodded to the people outside.
"It's not that you opened the door the wrong way."
Qiong Cang told her, "This is indeed He Jueyun's house."
Mrs. He had already controlled her expression, she heard the words and laughed twice: "Hehe...hehe..."
Maybe she found that this kind of laughter was not a lady at all, so the voice got stuck abruptly.
She cleared her throat silently, and smiled again when she raised her head, but this time, no matter how she looked at it, she was a little embarrassed.
Qiong Cang turned sideways and said calmly, "Please come in."
She was also a little dazed, but she had always been uneasy to show her emotions. After the initial surprise, she had the courage to resist everything.
Mrs. He took a small step and asked, "Is Jueyun not here
Yesterday someone from the company said that he hadn't gone to work recently. "
Qiong Cang said in his heart that the news of your parents is delayed enough.
"He took a leave of absence two days ago, and he started to work normally yesterday."
Qiong added, saying, "I was hurt a little bit, so he took me to the hospital."
Mrs. He said kindly: "It should be, I understand, you're fine.
Are you ok? "
Qiong: "...Thank you for your concern.
never mind. "
In two sentences, the two had already walked to the sofa in the living room.
Mrs. He chose a seat next to her and sat down, feeling a little nervous between her movements.
However, Qiongqiang is not in the state, so I didn't find her wrong.
Qiongcang brought her some fruit and drinks, and Mrs. He raised her hand to block it, saying that she didn't need it.
The two sat opposite each other, looking at each other.
It's not like staring at each other, nor is it floating around, the atmosphere is so strange that the scalp is numb, and there is nowhere to place even hands and feet.
After all, Mrs. He is an old river and lake. She thought about it, opened the bag on the side, and took out a booklet and a pen from it.
Qiong Qiong couldn't keep his composure anymore, he tensed every muscle in his body and sat up straight, his eyes peeping at the other side's pen.
She is familiar with it, she understands it, and she is eloquent in this way, and even she understands the subsequent development.
While writing, Mrs. He looked at her out of the corner of the eye. She scribbled and painted on the paper several times, but she was not very satisfied. Finally, she tore a page again, filled in the amount, and handed it to her hesitantly.
I don't know how much He Jueyun is worth.
The sky looked up excitedly.
Lots of zeros.
There are seven zeros.
One He Jueyun is worth 10 million.
As expected of him.
The sky's eyes are going to be spent.
Mrs. He observed her expression all the time, and when she saw something wrong, she immediately said, "Your name is Qiongcang, right
I saw you in Sanyao, and I also talked to Lao He.
I just didn’t expect my son to… that… haha…”
Qiong put things on the table and was very concerned about the few words she omitted.
Mrs. He moved to her side and gently touched her hand until she felt hairy when she touched the sky, and then apologized: "I don't know about your situation, I came here today on a whim, and I didn't prepare a meeting ceremony. "
The sky is the wrong line in her brain, and now she can also receive the signal that she is about to spark, and she wants to explain it to her with difficulty.
However, she thought about it and found that she was indeed not so innocent.
Mrs. He didn't give her a chance to speak at all. After touching her hand, she went to embrace her waist again, causing Qiong Cang to hide to the side.
Mrs. He was a little regretful, but still lovingly said: "Now I can only give you some pocket money.
Not much, not enough to ask my son for it.
I know people like you don't care about money, so don't get me wrong, it's just meaning.
Our old He family has two broken money, don't mind. "
… are you serious