Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

  Chapter 343 Okay, what age do you mention?

  Uncle Gui is not tall, but of medium build.

  But the sense of oppression on his body is extremely heavy. When a pair of eyes are staring at people, they are so sharp that people feel that there is nothing to hide.

  Yanqin's voice was low and hoarse, "I... want to visit Song Yueliang first."

"She is currently emotionally unstable and is in the stage of psychotherapy. If she sees you, I am afraid it will make her more stimulated and her condition will aggravate. For the sake of the patient, it is better for Master Qin not to appear in front of her. And bipolar patients are aggressive. Sex, so as not to hurt Qin Shao more."

   Uncle Gui refused lukewarmly.

  Yanqin pursed her lips, and after a long silence, she handed the bouquet of flowers to Uncle Gui, "Then please Uncle Gui bring this bouquet of flowers to her. She likes blue irises the most, and it may make her feel better."

Uncle Gui didn't answer, "If she knows that the flowers were sent by you, it will be the same as letting her see you in person, and she will be stimulated as well. The original intention of Qin Shao's visit is to hope that the patient is well, and it can't be to hope that the patient's condition will get better. Seriously?"

   Uncle Gui's meaning is already obvious.

   Clearly issued an order to evict the guest.

  Yanqin understood, but didn't move.

   Now there is a gully between him and the long house.

  Qiqi's accident caused this series of tragedies. Although he was not the culprit, everyone in the Yan family knew about it, and he was inseparable from it.

  He has become the public enemy of the long house.

  Yanqin lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the colorful blue iris.

  The season of irises has passed the flowering period early, and flower shops of all sizes in the city can't buy them.

  The bouquet in his hand is dried flowers. He saw others displaying them in the window and bought them at a high price.

  When he bought it, he actually knew that she would not accept it.

  Except for Fu Yanchi's gift, Song Yueliang never accepts other people's flowers.

  He just made a mistake.

   "Where's Fu Yanchi?" Yan Qin asked softly, without raising his eyes.

"Mr. Fu is being intubated in the intensive care unit to continue his life. He is barely breathing, but he is in a coma. It may not be convenient for Mr. Qin to visit Mr. Fu. He can only take a look through the glass window. You have to see see?"

  Uncle Gui didn't wait for his answer, he turned around and walked back.

  Yan Qin paused and followed.

  Through the huge glass window, he saw the man lying on the hospital bed inside.

   His face was thin and pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and his chest hardly rose or fell.

  He was connected to an electrocardiogram monitor, and an oxygen tube was inserted into his nose.

   "What did the doctor say?" Yanqin asked in a low voice.

  Uncle Gui turned his head to look at him, his eyes were inexplicable, "Life and death are up to you, Young Master Qin should be very familiar with Mr. Fu's physical condition. He can't stand the slightest stimulation. As long as there are big ups and downs in his emotions, it's like walking through the door of hell."

  Leaving the ICU, finally, Yanqin returned to the third floor and walked into the ward at the end of the corridor.

  Uncle Gui didn't stop him this time.

  The ward is not big, and the beds are single beds.

  The little girl was lying on it, huddled in the quilt, but she looked very young.

  Like a newborn grass bud, young and fragile, so fragile that it will break when the wind blows.

  The baby fell asleep, breathing shallowly, and there was no healthy blush on her small face.

  Yanqin stood in front of the hospital bed for a long time, just quietly watching the little girl's sleeping face. He didn't leave until Uncle Gui came to urge her to drive her away.

  The door was closed gently, so lightly that the sleeping baby didn't even know that someone had come.

   It's just that there is a palm-sized cloth bear next to the baby's pillow.

   Quietly, with her.

  …

  Kyoto, Yan's house.

  After dark, the lights in the villa are bright.

   It's just that the atmosphere has been bad these past few days, and the villa is full of depressive atmosphere, which makes people feel uncomfortable and out of breath.

  Yanhuai fell ill.

  When he heard the news of Qiqi's accident, he was still in the company's morning meeting. After hanging up the phone, he suddenly passed out and fell down beside the armchair.

  Frightened the whole regular meeting into chaos.

  It has always been like the iron man, a man who is still in good spirits all year round, it is no small matter to fall ill once.

  That day, people in the company were panic-stricken, and after the news of Zhihui City spread to Kyoto, the wind direction in the company began to change several times a day, gradually becoming turbulent.

  The situation in Kyoto was dark overnight.

  The Yan family is the largest consortium in the country. The business fields and territory of its companies are involved, and any one of them can make people drool.

  Once Yanhuai falls, Yan's consortium will inevitably fall into chaos for a long time when Yan's eldest son is critically ill and the second son is not yet mature.

  At that time, it was the best time for the major chaebols in Kyoto to fish in troubled waters.

  The delicious cake is just around the corner, who wouldn’t want to take a bite?

  The internal shareholders of Yan's Group began to formally divide.

  One faction loyally supports Yanhuai, while the other faction has its own ideas.

  Seeing that Yan Huai didn't come to the company for several days after claiming to be sick, which was never before.

  Many shareholders gathered together, and went to Yan's villa to invite someone in person under the guise of visiting.

  Meng Jingxian blocked the door of the villa, looking coldly at these people who kept saying they wanted to visit the sick.

   "As I said, brother Huai is not feeling well, and the doctor told him to rest and not be disturbed."

   "If you really want to visit the sick, when he can get up to meet the guests, I will call and invite you to come."

   "But today, no one can break into it! Otherwise, don't blame me, Meng Jingxian, for not being sympathetic!"

   "Uncle Xiang, see off the guests! Whoever has a bad word, write down the name, and when Brother Huai wakes up, I will read it to him one by one!"

  The woman who has always been calm and graceful, now has an angry face, and the momentum of each word makes people dare not underestimate her.

  The Yan family villa also has bodyguards.

  Uncle Xiang immediately led someone to "invite" the visitor out.

  The faces of the large and small shareholders who came here entangled in anger were ashen.

   Who doesn't know that Mrs. Yan is usually like a soft persimmon, even if someone is rude to her, she just laughs it off.

   Today, they got up and guarded the Yan family villa tightly, not even letting them in the gate!

   Waiting for Uncle Xiang to throw everyone out, Meng Jingxian's straight back collapsed, she turned back into the living room, and hurried upstairs.

  Going back upstairs and opening the door, the man was sitting on the head of the bed with a quilt on his lap, holding the documents brought back by the company in his hand, and was reviewing them.

  Meng Jingxian pursed her lips, stepped forward and took the document away from his hand, "I agreed to rest and rest, not to be tired anymore, and I'm not allowed to deal with official business when I'm at home."

  Yan Huai frowned thickly, "I'm not too sick to get out of bed yet."

   "That doesn't work either." Meng Jingxian quickly put away all the documents.

  Doing this against the man's will, after all, is not courageous enough, just relying on holding one's breath to hold on, not daring to look at the man at all.

   So I missed the helplessness in the man's eyes.

   "It's just a little cold." He said.

  The woman didn't turn her head back, "You can't be careless about Xiao Fenghan, you have always been in good health before, and you rarely even catch a cold."

  Paused, the woman said, "Now it's not like before. I'm getting older and I pay more attention to my body."

  Yanhuai, "..."

   All right, what age?

  (end of this chapter)