The president's beloved dumb wife

He and an clenched their lips tightly, turned and ran back to Yu Sheng. He learned the way Yu Sheng took care of her before, carefully poured the remaining water in the bottle onto the towel, then folded the towel and put it on Yu Sheng's forehead.

But the towel soon became hot. Yu Sheng's cheeks turned red and began to talk nonsense.

And Ann heard her say a name, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Su Su... What do you want to say?"

Xiao and an stared at Yu Sheng in a daze, and tears fell down.

He took out the medicine bag hanging on his neck from Yu Sheng's collar, but it was empty.

The familiar medicine fragrance became very weak. Xiao and an were inexplicably afraid. Did he lose the familiar taste again?

"Xiao dingxun... Xiao dingxun..."

In his coma, Yu Sheng suddenly called twice, and then fell asleep again.

Xiao and an heard what she was shouting this time. He sat next to Yu Sheng and frowned bit by bit.

Why did Su Su call his father's name?

Xiao and an suddenly felt a little lost: "Su Su..."

He raised his little hand and touched Yu Sheng's forehead. It was still hot. His eyes were filled with tears again. He fell on Yu Sheng's arm and couldn't help sobbing

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Qiao Jingming leaned slightly, holding a fine spray pot of pure silver in his hand, and carefully watered the Clivia in the flower pot in front of him.

"Young master, Mr. Xiao has arrived."

The subordinate on his side spoke low, but Qiao Jingming seemed to have never heard it at all. He still focused on watering the flowers.

The shadow of the lamp fell between his eyebrows and eyes. His handsome face looked as calm as water, but the desert color and shadow at the bottom of his eyes were getting thicker and thicker.

After a few minutes, the subordinate came forward again and whispered, "young master..."

Qiao Jingming straightened up and handed the kettle to the servant on one side. Another servant handed him a snow-white warm towel. Qiao Jingming wiped his hands. Then he turned around and said faintly, "please come in, Mr. Xiao."

He dressed very comfortably today, and the soft clothes of the soft clothes of the Tang Dynasty suit against his slightly handsome face.

Xiao dingxun was dressed in neat black clothes and trousers. He walked slowly into the main building with his servant, but he was still interested in looking around at the surrounding scenery.

Qiao Jingming stood on the steps and looked at Xiao dingxun approaching. The corner of his lips was slightly hooked. "Young master Xiao, I've heard a lot about you."

Xiao dingxun stood at the foot of the steps. The lights in the garden fell on his handsome face. His eyebrows and eyes were confused between the light and shadow. It was hard to tell why the women in Kyoto were crazy about him. Even a few years ago, he was a dying sick child, but there were still countless women, Willing to make a dew appointment with him.

Including the spirit emblem, that silly and naive girl.

Qiao Jingming did not dare to think of the name. Every time he thought of it, it seemed as if there was a dull saw sawing his heart.

Over time, the pain seems to become dull, but it's impossible to forget.

"Young master Qiao." Xiao dingxun looked at him indifferently: "you have taken great pains to plan like this. If you have any purpose, just say it directly."

"Young master Xiao is really happy. If so, Qiao won't beat around the bush."

"How are su Sheng and he an now?"

"The little childe's Jade Snow is lovely. Naturally, I can't bear to be embarrassed. Young childe Xiao can rest assured that the little childe is safe and sound."

The hand Xiao dingxun carried behind him was subconsciously clenched, but his face was still silent: "where's su Sheng."

"Miss Su?"

Qiao Jingming curled his lips and smiled. He looked at it with some unspeakable demons. He walked down the steps step by step, looked at Xiao dingxun, and said with a smile: "Miss Su is just a little artist under Canxing, but childe Xiao seems to care about her safety."

"As a boss, I care about the safety of every employee and subordinate."

"Young master Xiao, this is just a lie to outsiders. There is a lot of gossip about you and Miss Su. There must be some truth and falsehood in it. Young master Xiao knows it very well."

"So, if young master Qiao has anything to say, you might as well say it frankly."

"Young master Xiao, I made a bet with Miss Su. Would you like to hear it?"

"Joe, please speak less."

"Two days ago, I was afraid that the young master was frightened and had a high fever. Miss Su promised me two conditions in order to ask me to ask a doctor to give the young master. One is to bet with me, and the bet is whether you will agree... To exchange Miss Su's life for 20% of Xiao's shares."

Xiao dingxun did not move his eyebrows, but asked in a low voice, "what did she bet?"

"Young master Xiao, since it's a gambling appointment, it's boring to say it."

Xiao dingxun nodded faintly and said, "the second condition."

Qiao Jingming had a stronger smile in the bottom of his eyes. He slowly stepped forward and took another two steps. Just now he said to Xiao dingxun, "it's said that childe Xiao's biological mother loved orchids most in her lifetime. Childe Xiao must know something about orchids. Why don't you look at how I raise gentleman orchids?"

Xiao dingxun walked over with his guidance, glanced at the pot of orchids, nodded and said, "it's very good."

"It's also thanks to Linghui talking in my ear all day about how to serve such delicate things as orchids..."

When Qiao Jingming said the word Linghui, he deliberately looked at Xiao dingxun, but his face was still calm and did not produce any waves.

"Orchids are really delicate, but it's not difficult as long as you work hard."

"Yes, but I never liked these flowers and plants in my life. Linghui loves orchids so much that now I have become a flower master."

The second time he mentioned the name of Linghui, Xiao dingxun knew it. Qiao Jingming naturally didn't talk nonsense to him. I'm afraid all the context of this matter is on the word Linghui.

"Unfortunately, if my mother is still alive, maybe she will become a flower friend with the spirit emblem mentioned by childe Qiao."

"It's a pity for Mr. Xiao, and I also feel a pity. Mrs. Xiao drove the crane to the west, and Linghui has already died for many years. If they two have spirits in heaven, they must be able to do what Mr. Xiao wants."

Xiao dingxun finally slowly raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Jingming: "young master Qiao, you might as well speak frankly."

Qiao Jingming smiled with self mockery, and his eyes were full of compassion: "pity her. She was still thinking of you and thinking of you until she died, but you had forgotten her."