hello cold husband

Chapter 909
In order to make Shanshan completely believe the lies he told, he deliberately made his voice appear weak.

Yun Shan was really fooled, "Brother Ziqian, where is your assistant? Is there anyone else with you? Have you called an ambulance? I'll be right over, right over."

"Shanshan...the broken rib pierced into the lung, I can't move, so, so the medical staff is rushing over, you, can you come and see me, I, I have something very important to tell you... I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yun Shan cried, "I'll come over right away."

"I've already sent someone to pick you up. You wait at the school gate."

"Okay, okay, Brother Ziqian, stop talking, I'll come over right away, you'll be fine, you'll be fine." Yun Shan on the phone didn't know why, when she heard that Chen Ziqian had suffered so much The injury, and the voice on the phone was so weak that she felt a little suffocated with tension.

After hanging up on Shanshan, Chen Ziqian immediately asked his assistant to arrange a car to arrive at the gate of University N within 5 minutes, and then went to Yang Xiaobei's appointment.

Because he knew that when he mentioned Zhou Yanyan, Yang Xiaobei would definitely go.

As a result, Yang Xiaobei arrived 5 minutes earlier than the agreed time.

When Yang Xiaobei went to Hall A of the Taekwondo Hall in N City, Chen Ziqian had already changed into a clean and white taekwondo uniform, sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table in the rest area, drinking West Lake Longjing in a cup.

Next to him was a tea art expert serving him, making tea professionally.

Standing at the door of hall A, Chen Ziqian could already smell the fragrant and mellow tea fragrance.

At that time, Sisi's eye was injured, and Chen Ziqian had repair surgery for a ruptured liver. Although he was discharged from the hospital earlier than Sisi, he could not continue Taekwondo for a long time. He did not resume Taekwondo until the hospital examination told him that he had fully recovered.

Although it was two years, Chen Ziqian seemed to be becoming more and more like a taekwondo master.

Chen Ziqian was in a hurry when he came. After entering the hall, he hurried to Hall A. When he stopped at the door, a gust of wind happened to blow in.

Chen Ziqian, who was buried in front of the coffee table, just felt that there was a sudden gust of wind in the air, so he knew that it was Yang Xiaobei who had come.

But he still casually tasted the Longjing tea in the cup. The curly tea leaves had been brewed with turbulent boiling water, and they had become as green as new. The light smoke like small script characters slowly drifted from the purple sand teacup, blowing over his serious eyes. The cold face gave Yang Xiaobei an illusion of being in awe of the cold.

"Mr. Chen!" So that when Yang Xiaobei, who had always been unfriendly to him, approached him, he was no longer as arrogant and defiant as before, and became a little cautious and polite, "I think, I didn't Are you late?"

Chen Ziqian looked at the watch on his wrist, it was 5 minutes early.

Two minutes ago, his people called to say that Miss Yun had already been picked up and would be there in half an hour.

So, no hurry.

"You guys go out first." He gave his assistant and the person making tea next to him a look, and the two quickly withdrew.

In the empty hall, only he and Yang Xiaobei were left.

"Sit down and sip tea. Shanshan's father likes drinking tea the most." He was referring to Uncle Yun, Yun Mo.

Yang Xiaobei sat cross-legged across from him.

The two drank a pot of West Lake Longjing, one cup after another.

Chen Ziqian said nothing.

As soon as Yang Xiaobei opened his mouth, he smiled faintly, "No hurry, finish this pot of tea with me, and then we'll get to the point slowly."

(End of this chapter)