He is delusional

Chapter 229 Don't Want Her To Get Well

Zhuang Shu was taken aback: "Mr. Wei..."

Yuchi looked over, his black eyes were bleak, like Hanchuan from the extreme north, Zhuang Shu's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry Mr. Wei, I didn't mean to disturb you, I..."

"I should apologize." As soon as Yuchi opened his mouth, the breath in his body returned to calm, as if that glance just now was just Zhuang Shu's illusion.

He reached out to turn on the light, and under the light he looked handsome and gentle, "I didn't pay attention to you, and even spilled your tea."

"It's okay, I thought you were tired after staying with A Ting in the hospital last night, and with Mrs. Wei today, so I wanted to make you a cup of tea."

Yuchi nodded: "Thank you."

Zhuang Shu relaxed, and smiled: "It should be, Mr. Wei is so kind to me, this is just a small matter, nothing to worry about."

She squatted down, and the teacup broke into three or five pieces, picked it up carefully, and said in a slow voice: "I'll go and stay with A Ting tonight, just as A Ting wants me to tell him a story."

Yuchi sat on the sofa without moving: "It's hard work."

"It's nothing, I also like to play with A Ting." Zhuang Shu looked at him with bright eyes, and then told him with concern, "Mr. Wei, go to bed early."

After receiving the man's response, she bowed slightly to say goodbye, turned around and walked out of the study, closing the door behind her so that no one else would disturb him.

With her eyes cut off, she looked down at the fragments in her hand, then at the guest room, and tightened her palms slightly.

The shards of water chestnut pierced her palms and made her palms hurt slightly. Before piercing the skin, she let go of her strength and walked down the stairs gently.

Afterwards, the Wei Mansion invited an opera troupe from Liyuan to sing Quanzhou Nanyin.

This ancient type of opera has become the spiritual support of Yuan Ye. She will get better when she listens to Quanzhou Nanyin, and she will recover when she loses it. But every time she listens to it, she will improve to a certain extent. Even Qin Zibai is sure, At this level, she will be back to normal within a month.

As a result, the theater troupe came more diligently, and there was one time when they were invited for three days in a row, and even the outside world admired the Miss Zhuang who "loves to listen to Quanzhou Nanyin" - she was able to hold Mr. Wei's heart so firmly. One must know that even when Mrs. Wei was alive, she had never heard of Mr. Wei doing anything for her.

Jincheng, which entered May, has also entered the rainy season, almost from morning to night, the sound of the rain fell on her heart like a drumming drum, Yuan also woke up from the dream, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Yuchi sitting beside her bed, As if he had been watching for a long time, his downcast eyes were soft: "Are you woken up?"

Kite was still sleepy, although the sound of the rain was noisy, but the temperature was very comfortable, so she wanted to turn over and prepare to continue sleeping.

Yuchi felt that she had slept for too long, and if she continued to sleep, she might not be able to fall asleep tonight, so he dug her out of the bed: "The kitchen cooked noodles, do you want to eat?"

He probably guessed that she would not answer, so he made a decision on his own: "Eat it, it won't taste good if it's lumpy."

Yuan also took a look at him. These days, she would occasionally talk to Yuesao, Qin Zibai or other people, but she still ignored him most of the time. Bu was picked up by Yuchi Heng: "I don't wear shoes every time."

I thought he just wanted to put him on the sofa, but he sat down by himself and put her on his lap.

Yuan also frowned, resisting uncomfortably, Yuchi lowered his head and said, "I'm going on a business trip for a few days, I'll leave after eating with you."

Yuan also paused, but pushed him away, and crawled to sit on another sofa.

The servant brought up two bowls of light noodles, and she ate them in silence.

Yuchi looked at her hair twirling, as if he wanted to say something to her, but she didn't hear him make a sound until she finished eating, and Yuan naturally didn't take the initiative to ask, put down her chopsticks, climbed back to the bed, humming Listening to Quanzhou Nanyin sounds like singing a lullaby to myself.

Yuchi went downstairs with two empty bowls, and the housekeeper immediately stepped forward to take them. He gently instructed: "Li Xue is temporarily staying in Wei's mansion for the past two days, so you can tell her if there is any situation."

The butler took the order: "Yes."

He buttoned his sleeves, looked back at the second floor, and went straight out.

Yuan also stood by the window, watching his car go away.

On business trip.

Go for several days.

With a flash in her eyes, she turned and went downstairs.

In the living room, Li Xue was talking to the housekeeper and the confinement wife—Yuan was already out of confinement, so the confinement wife could go away, but because Yuan also recognized people more now, and the confinement wife had been with her for a long time, she was not so repulsive, so Yuchi left her to continue serving.

Seeing her approaching, all three of them greeted respectfully, and Yuan also said to the housekeeper, "I want to listen to an opera."

The housekeeper took it for granted: "I'll make arrangements right now, and let the theater troupe come over tomorrow."

Li Xue frowned instinctively: "Mr. Wei is not here, can you please invite the theater troupe to perform in the mansion at this time?"

Yuan also stopped and looked back at Li Xue.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment: "The young master didn't say that you can't invite theatrical troupe." On the contrary, he said that if the young lady likes to listen, please come to listen again.

During this period of time, the Wei mansion invited no less than ten times, and the young master agreed to them all.

Yuesao also said: "If you want to cure your wife, the only way is to listen to the drama. Even Doctor Qin said that you can let your wife listen too much. Now that your wife wants to listen, of course you have to let her listen. Secretary Li, you don't want your wife to get better." ?"

With such a big hat off, Li Xue couldn't catch it: "That's not what I mean, it's just..."

The confinement wife said: "Then please, it's not the first time for the young lady to listen to a play."

Li Xue couldn't refute, so she had to send a message to Yuchi to inform him about this matter, but Yuchi didn't reply for a while, probably because he had already boarded the plane.

The next day, the theater troupe arrived at Wei's mansion.

It's just that it's raining a lot today, and the stage is in the yard, and there is no tool to cover the rain, so Nanyin and the others can't get on stage.

Li Xue thought of a way: "Young Madam, let them sing in the living room, and you can listen to it in the corridor on the second floor, is that okay?"

"Yeah." Yuan also agreed.

Although there is a distance between upstairs and downstairs, Li Xue still ordered someone to place a screen beside the railing to block the line of sight, and then stood aside watching Kite Ye's every move. The table sits down.

Teacher Zhuang hadn't come yet, Nanyin hadn't started singing, and was waiting in the living room with the music masters.

The servant brought tea, she thanked her, drank it in her hand, and glanced vaguely across the screen on the second floor.

Half an hour later, Teacher Zhuang came in in a hurry, and went upstairs without looking at Nanyin and the others. It was not the first time that Nanyin was underestimated by her, so she took a sip of tea indifferently, just thinking about it.

Teacher Zhuang came in front of Yuan Ye, apologetic: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wei, I went to the hospital to see A Ting. It was raining too much, and there was a traffic jam, so I kept you waiting."

(End of this chapter)