rose in his heart

Chapter 28

The car window was not fully closed, Li Qian could clearly see the chiseled profile of the man inside the car, but she felt that her soul was trembling.

Why, the boss looked in a bad mood.

She left him and Zhuzhu private space alone, shouldn't he be very happy?After all, these two people are chatting on the bed!

When Li Qian was brainstorming, Chu Jin raised his hand to take the document in her hand, glanced at it, and placed it on the co-pilot.

Before she could speak, Chu Jin had no emotion but asked a formulaic rhetorical question, "Three pages of documents were typed for half an hour?"

Li Qian heard the bright sarcasm in these words, and his throat choked.

She tried to explain, but had nothing to say.

Chu Jin stared straight ahead with no warmth in his eyes.

After a few seconds, the windows close automatically.

A gust of wind blew by, and there was nothing in front of Li Qian's eyes.

She dropped her gaze and took a deep breath.

She graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, and it is difficult to be a secretary across industries. She has tried her best, and she can only do so much. She may also know that she is not suitable for this line of work.

After she went to work, she actually did odd jobs all the time. She said she was the president's secretary. In fact, she didn't go to the president's office as many times as the executive male assistant, because she was not capable, and she knew it well.

If it wasn't for the beginning, she would never have been able to successfully apply for this position.

Li Qianhuang staggered back to Xing Zhu's ward and sighed.

She just wanted to say something, to complain about what happened just now.

But before the words were spoken, a certain thread in his mind suddenly collapsed, and many clues related to it were unrelated but inexplicably connected together.

She looked at Xing Zhu suddenly, "Zhu Zhu, don't you, have you known Chu Jin for a long time?"

The ward was quiet except for the sound of her breathing.

Li Qian's inquiry was not answered, and Xing Zhu seemed to have fallen asleep.

She leaned over to take a look and confirmed this conclusion.

Just when she was about to wake Xing Zhu up, the phone rang, and after Li Qian answered it, she ran out in a hurry.

And within a few minutes after she left, Xing Zhu opened his eyes, his dark eyes were black and white, and there was hardly any extra emotion.

She picked up the phone and found that there was an extra text message in the phone.

There is still no note on the number, but Xing Zhu can recognize who this is——

Xingshuang's mother, Gao Wen.

The tone of the text message is gentle and considerate, but there are no shackles everywhere, like eyes watching Xing Zhu: [Zhu Zhu, I heard people say that you seem to be hospitalized, right?Do you need Auntie to take your dad to see you?Shuangshuang also misses you a little bit, I wish you a happy day. 】

Xing Zhu is actually very difficult to understand why the woman in the upper rank of the mistress can be so confident and confident in texting with her original daughter from the first day in the upper rank.Such text messages continued for several years, and she never replied.

It's the same this time.

Just as Xing Zhu was about to delete the text message, a text message popped up in the same text box at the same time: [National Day is approaching, your father's birthday is also on National Day, you should not have forgotten it.Come back sometime, he misses you too. 】

Xing Zhu glanced at the calendar, the time passed quickly, and it was indeed National Day in a few days.

Her time is always vague, she vaguely remembers that this year is 2020, but this year is indeed 2021.Unlike Gao Wen, she couldn't remember anyone's birthday.

Xing Zhu still didn't reply, but they all knew that she would go back.

Xing Shuang once said a sentence, which was a little bit logical in her short life. She said:

No matter how cold-blooded and ruthless Xing Zhu is, she still can't erase the three heads that Xing Qin knelt and kowtowed for her.

When this word reached Xing Zhu's ears later, Xing Zhu didn't realize that there was anything wrong.

Xing Shuang is right, she cannot erase any past.

Unfortunately, the past is the past, and no matter what, it cannot become the present, let alone the future.
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The day Xing Zhu was discharged from the hospital was the week before the National Day.

Li Qian apologized to her, saying that she had to leave Jiangcheng in a hurry, and there was no way to send her out of the hospital.

Xing Zhu understood that she was [-]% better, and she packed up her things and left the hospital.

When she went out, she found that the noisy patients on the promenade at the door suddenly disappeared.I went to the nurse's desk and asked, and the nurse said to Xingzhu with a happy face, "Our hospital has been worrying about the shortage of beds, but unfortunately the hospital really has no money, can't afford to buy another building, so even if there are not many patients , many patients can only be squeezed in the corridor. But fortunately, an entrepreneur engaged in aerospace equipment contacted our dean these days, bought the abandoned school behind the hospital with money, and changed it into a hospital for free. Lou, all the patients have been transferred now! Really, there are still many good people in this society!"

"I heard that the entrepreneur seems to be very young and handsome, the kind who crushes the popular little fresh meat!"

Xing Zhu did not comment on his appearance, which was most likely beautified.

When she was discharged from the hospital, she glanced back at the new inpatient building behind her.It's not brand new, but it's full of vitality everywhere.

When I got home, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Xing Zhu turned on the sweeping robot, and called the hourly worker to clean up the ashes in the house. At about six o'clock, everything settled down.

She turned on the computer, and the content on the document stayed at the date before she fell ill. Xing Zhu tried to write again, but found that the inspiration in her mind seemed to be tied in a knot, and her brain could not untie the knot as if it was rusted.

Anyone who is involved in creation cannot escape the short-term exhaustion of inspiration. There is no way but to shelve it and let this knot loosen and untie itself as time goes by.

Xing Zhu turned off the computer and took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, took a sip and found it was too cold, thought for a while, and continued to drink.

Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven.

She has been in the hospital for so long, if a bottle of Coca-Cola can make her condition come back again, it is really——

Xing Zhu snorted coldly.

Sitting on the sofa and opening the listening book app, the moment she opened the live broadcast room, a large amount of traffic poured in.

Xing Zhu greeted as usual, "Long time no see."

The barrage was bombarded like crazy, there were countless people who speculated about what she was doing these days and why she didn't broadcast live every day, countless people who welcomed her to express their miss, and countless people exuding malice.

Xing Zhu, "You can think whatever you want, do I need to report my private life to you?"

Xing Zhu, "Stop talking nonsense and turn off the live broadcast."

Xing Zhu, "Oh, you are not worthy of my anger."

Such a conversation lasted for 5 minutes, and finally ended completely with the docile post that the bullet screen was ruled.

(End of this chapter)