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Chapter 831 Text Message Before Bedtime

"Guangyou, have you finished eating?" Xiaolan walked out of the bathroom and saw Guangyou standing in the living room with two buckets of instant noodles on the table next to her.

"After eating, go wash up quickly, go to rest early, it's not too early now."

It wasn't until he heard Xiaolan's voice that Guangyou came back to his senses.

"Well, I'll go after eating."

"Then let's go back to the room first, Guangyou, remember to go to bed early." Xiaolan felt that Guangyou was a little weird, as if something was on his mind.

But she didn't ask either.

Who doesn't have a secret that can't be told?
"Okay." Guangyou calmed down and nodded.

After saying "good night" to each other again, Xiaolan and Ye went back to the room to sleep.

And Guangyou continued to deal with the instant noodles that he hadn't finished eating just now.

It has been a long time, and the noodles are a little swollen, but the taste is okay.

After eating the instant noodles, Guangyou cleared the table, disposed of the leftover noodle soup and empty bowls, and then went to wash up.

After simply washing up and returning to the room, Kosuke called Hattori Heiji and Conan to wash up, and he climbed directly into bed by himself, ready to sleep.

Before going to bed, Guangyou habitually took out his phone and glanced at it.

Found an unread text message.

When he was in the park before, he turned his mobile phone to silent, so that no one would disturb him, although
Not many people know about his mobile phone.

But still tuned.

After opening the text message, the corner of Guangyou's mouth turned up, "Why did this girl send me a text message, is there anything you can't say face to face?"

The person who sent the text message was Xiao Ai, and the time was probably when he was eating noodles.

"Don't think too much, go to bed early."

There is another sentence behind.

"Good night."

The black characters on the screen seemed to have a little warmth at this moment. Guangyou looked at this text message with a smile on his face.

This was already a text message half an hour ago, Guangyou didn't want to disturb Xiao Ai's sleep, so he didn't reply.

After looking at the content of the text message again, Guangyou turned off the screen and put the phone next to the pillow.

Not long after closing his eyes, Guangyou suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes again, got out of bed, and walked to the desk.

When Guangyou was lying on the bed again, there was a Shiba Inu-shaped doll next to his pillow.

Closing his eyes, Guangyou smiled, as if to himself, and as if he was replying to that text message, he said something softly.

"Good night."

In the morning of the next day, the group had breakfast and rested for a while before setting off for Mihua Central Hospital.

Mr. Nanchuan, who is the top iron, is recuperating there now.

In a single ward of the hospital, Nan Chuan was lying on the hospital bed, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and took a look.

The door was pushed open, and Guangyou and his party walked into the ward.

"It's you."

After resting in the hospital for a day or two, although Nan Chuan was still wearing bandages, his complexion was obviously much better.

He didn't speak as weakly as he did a few days ago.

"Mr. Kusukawa, how is your recovery?" Hattori Heiji walked to the hospital bed, and without being too polite, moved a chair and sat down.

Sitting up halfway with his hands, Nan Chuan erected the pillow, put it on his back and leaned against it, and replied, "It's recovering well."

"The doctor said the injury was not serious, but he still has to stay in the hospital for observation for a week. If there is no problem, he can go home to recuperate."

"It's fine." Hattori Heiji nodded.

On the side, He Ye stepped forward, put the fruit basket bought on the road on the bedside table, and said, "Mr. Nanchuan, I wish you a speedy recovery."

"It's good to come, there is no need to bring anything." Nan Chuan turned his head to look at the fruit basket, and thanked, "But thank you all."

Looking away, Nanchuan said again: "Say hello to Minister Yuanshan for me when you go back."

"I will tell my father." He Ye nodded and agreed.

"Thank you." Nan Chuan glanced at the people in the ward, and suddenly said apologetically, "I'm really sorry about this incident."

He was prepared before he went to persuade Misa Ito, and he also expected that he might not be able to persuade him, and he would even be in danger because of it.

But what he didn't expect was that someone would come to him.

After all, it's his business alone.

It was his fault to put others in danger because of him.

"It's okay. If you want to say sorry, I think Mr. Kusukawa, you might as well say 'thank you'." Hattori Heiji waved his hand and said indifferently.

"If we hadn't come, you might have been silenced."

He is easing the current atmosphere from another angle.

"That's right."

Kusukawa, who could come up with that kind of code, was not stupid. After being stunned for a while, he also understood Hattori Heiji's deep meaning, and nodded with a smile.

"Thank you so much this time!"

This thank you came from the heart, Kusukawa really thanked Hattori Heiji and the others.

Although he was ready to die when he was caught, it would be a lie to say he was unhappy if he survived.

There is only one life, and he still cherishes it very much.

"Hmm." Hattori Heiji didn't say anything like "You're welcome", and responded with a smile.

In this kind of matter, you should respond as you should, there is no need to be too polite, as that will not only lose face, but also appear to be unreasonable.

Beside the hospital bed, Guangyou accidentally saw a newspaper on the bedside table, which published the events of the horse race two days ago.

"I really like to gamble." Guangyou has no interest in this kind of thing, and when it comes to gambling, he can do it.

A seemingly fair machine can do tricks, not to mention this kind of artificially controllable game, it is a breeze to do something secretly.

Racehorses can manipulate the horses and bribe the riders.
Of course, there are also many formal horse racing competitions, but in some competitions, whoever the race really wants to win will win.

"Don't touch these things in the future."

Seeing that Guangyou's gaze had been lingering on the newspaper on the bedside table, Xiao Ai glanced at the content on it, and then reminded her aloud.

Hearing Xiao Ai's voice, Guangyou came back to his senses and glanced at her.

"I still want to buy a bag." Xiao Ai looked at Guangyou with a natural expression and said.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in this kind of thing." Guangyou responded with a smile.

"Yeah." Xiao Ai nodded.

When the two were talking, Hattori Heiji had just finished talking with Kusukawa.

"Mr. Kusukawa, then let's go first." Hattori Heiji saw that Mr. Kusukawa was recovering well, and prepared to leave.

They came here this time to see the wounded.

There was an age gap between the two of them, and they didn't have many common topics. The only common topic was this case.

You can't let him talk to Mr. Nan Chuan about where he went to play these few days, right?

They are not yet familiar with this level.

His acquaintance with Mr. Nan Chuan was limited to Ye's father's former subordinates.

"Okay, you go slowly, I won't see you off with my appearance." Nan Chuan lowered his head and gestured for the bandages on his body.

He said to several people, "Come to me if you are free in the future, and I will treat you to dinner as an expression of gratitude."

"We will go when we are free." Hattori Heiji got up and greeted him, "Then let's go, Mr. Kusukawa, take a good rest."

"Okay." Lying on the hospital bed, Nan Chuan watched several people walking towards the door, and repeated, "Say hello to Minister Yuanshan for me."

"I will tell my father." He Ye was the last one, and when he heard this sentence, he repeated what he had just said.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Nanchuan, take a good rest."

"it is good."

After another round of courtesies, He Ye closed the door of the ward.

(End of this chapter)