"No, I'll just call and cancel."
Ye Wangchuan was not short of this money, and he was already one of the shareholders of Yufu. Yufu was a project he and his friends invested in for fun when he was 20 years old.
What he cares more about is Qiao Nian.
That heroic face, like a disaster, had sharp edges and corners, and the dark and deep eyes reflected Qiao Nian's shadow. Although he was obviously very lazy, he gave people the illusion of extreme gentleness.
"You really don't want Gu San to accompany you?"
Liang Bowen was originally quietly acting as a background board nearby, but when he heard this seductive ending tone, he just felt that he had been exposed!
Previously, someone in the class made a bet on whether Mr. Ye was Sister Nian’s boyfriend. Shen Qingqing bet he was, while Chen Yuan bet he was not. He was not sure, so he did not place the bet.
When he returns, he will bet his entire fortune that Mr. Ye is Sister Nian's boyfriend.
Absolutely!
Otherwise, he couldn't understand why a man who drove a Red Flag car would be so doting and tolerant towards a high school girl. It couldn't be that he just saw Sister Nian as pretty, right? !
He didn't know that he had accidentally grasped the truth.
Qiao Nian didn't notice his gossipy eyes beside her. She had long been accustomed to this mode of getting along with Ye Wangchuan. After thinking about it, she still maintained the same attitude: "Really, there's no need."
"Okay." Ye Wangchuan didn't embarrass her. He pursed his lips and said, "Then let Gu San take you to the airport later."
This time Qiao Nian did not refuse, and said "yes" with a heavy heart.
*
Around the City People's Hospital.
In October, the autumn colors are at their peak. The leaves of the ginkgo trees planted in the hospital have all turned yellow. When the breeze blows, large leaves flutter down, like dancing butterflies, forming a layer of golden autumn colors on the ground.
The 6th floor of the South Courtyard of the inpatient department is the general ward area.
There are 3-4 patients in each ward here, but there is one ward that is special and everyone knows it.
In ward 6003.
Aunt Chen walked in dejectedly. Chen Yuan did not come home last night and she did not sleep well the whole night. Her already sallow complexion looked even worse and she had dark circles under her eyelids. She looked at her husband lying sick on the hospital bed, suppressed her anxiety and panic, calmed herself down, walked over to the bedside and opened the lunch box she had brought with her.
She forced herself to smile and said to the man lying on the bed, "Old Chen, get up and eat. I made chicken soup for you. You can drink more later. I also made the chicken very tough. You should eat more."
The man on the hospital bed looked to be in his early 50s, but his hair on the temples was mostly gray. He was very thin, with a face so thin that you could see his protruding cheekbones, and his eyes were bloodshot with fatigue due to years of illness.
It was only October, the beginning of autumn, and he was already covered with a heavy quilt, the white quilt draped over his chest, as if the weight of life was crushing this man.
"Look at you, why do your eyes look so bloodshot? Are you not asleep yet?" Aunt Chen put the lunch box on the bedside table next to the bed, helped him up, and propped up his waist with a pillow so that he could sit up against the headboard.
She obviously does this action often. She is a woman but she can hold a grown man up and sit him up skillfully, while still chattering: "Didn't the doctor tell you to rest more? Hey! If you don't listen to the doctor's advice like this, Nian Nian will worry about you again."
Uncle Chen was helped by her to sit up, leaning against the bed, and asked her tiredly, "Chen Yuan hasn't gone home yet?"
(End of this chapter)