After wearing the book, the white lotus boss pretends to be poor every day

Chapter 123, The Kind of Love?

Just because of a dream?
Yunxi felt a soreness in his chest.

He was too aware of Ling Yunshu's feelings for Nanyan, and it was precisely because of this that he was hurt.

Ling Yunshu's eyes were soft: "Yunxi, do you know that in the dream she told me that she came back, that she will celebrate the New Year with me this year, and that she will plant sunflowers with me in the greenhouse, because of this promise, I woke up..."

Yunxi's nose was sour, and he didn't know how to speak.

Thinking of something he found out today, Yunxi calmed down and said, "Young master, Lin Ze's parents had an accident. An Mu was slightly injured in a car accident. It's just that Lin Hanyi may be in trouble. After the operation, he has been in a coma. .”

Ling Yunshu's eyes drooped slightly, "You just watch and deal with it. Don't let Lin Ze show up before this year."

Forgive him, he wanted to be selfish for once.

Yun Xi was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized and nodded: "This subordinate understands."

After finishing speaking, Ling Yunshu was settled down, and Yunxi left.

in the hospital.

Lin Ze looked at the uninvited guest in front of him with cold eyes.

"I told you last time, don't come again."

Yang Mengyao smiled lightly, and didn't care: "Xiao Ze, I'm worried about Auntie's injury, and Uncle Lin, I heard that the situation is not very good, is it true?"

"Don't bother you." Lin Ze's tone was cold, without the slightest warmth.

Yang Mengyao sighed: "Actually, this time, I came here instead of Yanyan. She is very worried about you, so let me take a look."

"Yanyan?" Lin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yang Mengyao nodded, "You don't believe that you can call Nanyan."

Lin Ze ignored the question and said again: "Go back."

After finishing speaking, Lin Ze ignored Yang Mengyao, turned around and left.

Yang Mengyao looked at Lin Ze's back, with a smile on his lips, and left.

"Oh, don't tense your face, it's scary, just smile, ah!" Zhuang Huan's injured arm was suddenly hit, and his face turned pale from the pain.

Shi Simiao's eyes turned cold, and his sharp eyes swept towards Yang Mengyao.

"Si Miao, I'm fine, let's go in quickly." Zhuang Huan didn't want to cause trouble outside.

Yang Mengyao also apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, are you okay, don't worry, I can bear the medical expenses."

"No need, if something happens to his arm, he doesn't need to lose money, and don't want your hand either." Shi Simiao's cold voice oppressed every nerve of the people around him.

After speaking, Shi Simiao took Zhuang Huan directly into the hospital.

Yang Mengyao looked at the backs of these two people and fell into deep thought.

I always feel that something looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

Thinking of this, Yang Mengyao couldn't help raising his heels and walked over.

In the doctor's office, Shi Simiao was exuding low air pressure all over his body, and the doctor was so frightened that his hands trembled a little while holding the needle.

Zhuang Huan couldn't help coughing lightly: "Si Miao."

Hearing this, Shi Simiao's coldness subsided a little, but his lips were tightly pursed, revealing the man's dissatisfaction.

Zhuang Huan also knew that this time he was making his own claims, so he didn't dare to speak too much.

Originally, he had heard that there was a shop on this road that could customize matryoshka dolls, so he came here with Shi Simiao after get off work.

He wants to make a set and give it to Yanyan.

It's just that his hands were itchy for a while, and he wanted to try it himself.

As a result, as soon as he took the carving knife, he was injured.

After treating the wound and making sure there is no major problem, Zhuang Huan said: "Si Miao, it's getting late, let's go back quickly, Yanyan is still at home."

Shi Simiao glanced at Zhuang Huan's arm, got up and pulled Zhuang Huan away.

As soon as he walked out of the office, he bumped into Yang Mengyao at the door.

"Sir, are you okay?" Yang Mengyao asked politely.

Zhuang Huan smiled, "I'm fine, I scared you just now."

Yang Mengyao smiled and shook her head: "It's good that you are fine, this gentleman is also worried about you."

After speaking, Yang Mengyao turned her attention to Shi Simiao.

It's a pity that Shi Simiao didn't lift his eyes.

Yang Mengyao didn't mind either, and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, what's your name, sir? It looks familiar to me."

Hearing this, the smile on Zhuang Huan's face disappeared instantly, and he stood in front of Shi Simiao, his tone became a little cold: "We don't know each other, please respect yourself."

After speaking, Zhuang Huan used his other uninjured hand to pull Shi Simiao past Yang Mengyao and leave.

I couldn't help but complain: "It's a good thing I followed, otherwise you would have another rotten love! What year is it now? You still use such an old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation!"

In this way, Zhuang Huan kept mumbling, until he got back to the car, and then realized what he had just done.

The base of the ear is a little hot.

As usual, the driver put down the partition in the middle to separate the rear row, so as not to hear something that should not be heard, and then be killed and silenced.

"Si Miao? Are you still angry? I didn't do it on purpose. Look at my arm, it hurts." Zhuang Huan raised his arm in front of Shi Simiao.

"It hurts?" Hearing this, Shi Simiao frowned.

I plan to ask the driver to turn around and go back to the hospital.

Sensing Shi Simiao's intentions, Zhuang Huan hurriedly stopped him: "I'm fine, who doesn't hurt when injured?"

He just wanted to catch Shi Simiao's attention.

Shi Simiao glanced at Zhuang Huan, sighed, took out a fruit candy from his pocket, and put it in Zhuang Huan's palm.

Looking at the candy in his hand, Zhuang Huan was slightly taken aback, a look of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Withdrawing the look from the bottom of his eyes, he opened the package and stuffed the candy into his mouth.

It's very sweet, but Zhuang Huan's heart is extraordinarily sour.

"What? Isn't it delicious?" Shi Simiao asked.

Zhuang Huan shook his head, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "...No, it's very sweet and delicious."

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Huan looked at the man beside him and said, "I heard that you made this candy for the person you like?"

Shi Simiao paused with his fingertips and nodded: "...Yes."

"That person is not Yanyan, but the love of love?"

"……Yes."

Hearing this answer, Zhuang Huan should have guessed it long ago.

But he still couldn't help wondering if there might be some misunderstanding.

Well now, everything is just wishful thinking.

"You still like her?"

Shi Simiao looked at Zhuang Huan, but at this time Zhuang Huan had already withdrawn his gaze and lowered his eyes slightly.

Shi Simiao's eyes were deep, and he said after a while: "...I like it."

Hearing this result, Zhuang Huan's expression was a little strange, and he didn't ask any more questions.

A look of complexity flashed across Shi Simiao's eyes, and he said, "Don't you ask who it is?"

"Is it necessary?" Zhuang Huan felt extremely inferior in this regard.

Shi Simiao didn't say much.

When I got home, the atmosphere was still extremely awkward.

When Shi Simiao came home for the first time, he didn't go to see Nanyan first.

Instead, he directly dragged Zhuang Huan upstairs and locked him in the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)