Chapter 2791: Wounds behind unreturned information

Until the screen turned off, Graphite Chen did not wait for Tang Sheng's reply.
Although, this is just tens of seconds.
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Long Island has the same tradition as in China. This morning, the younger generation will pay New Year greetings to the elders. This is the same tradition.
A smile flashed at the corner of graphite Chen's mouth, not knowing whether it was helpless or self-deprecating.
The Tang family is a top-notch family in Longdao. Regardless of whether it is his own or a side branch, Tang Sheng still needs basic etiquette whether he wants it or not.
This morning, she should be very busy, so why would she keep holding her mobile phone?
Graphite Chen sighed darkly, the emotion that he knew but was disappointed, and his heart couldn't make a complete breath.
I was preparing to install the mobile phone, and the mobile phone vibrated at a special frequency.
He opened it, and it was a message from the personnel under XK.
He squinted, and then sent a message to Fengxing: Mo Jian Ren is on Borneo Island.
Feng Xing was eating hamburgers at a fast food restaurant, saw the information, grinned, and replied: If a good doctor doesn't do it, it's a waste of the talent of the brother, and he still drills in these forests all day, not afraid that one day he will not get out!
Graphite Chen lowered his eyes and smiled, feeling Fengxing's annoyance.
After all, a trip into the virgin forest will not mention the dangers and unknowns. In terms of time, it will be long.
Graphite Chen replied: I have been in for more than 20 days, and I should come out for replenishment these few days.
Fengxing drank a coke: I'll stop at him now, don't look back at my ink, he doesn't know where he went when he arrived.
Graphite Chen's eyes deepened slightly, and after only replied "um", did he not say anything more?
Guided step by step, even if he did it in secret, he was still walking a tightrope. After the Chinese New Year, when he went back to XK, he couldn't run away from punishment.
"What are you thinking about?" Jian Yao rubbed his temples, sat down on the high chair in front of the wine counter with a tired face, took a few sips of water and poured a glass.
"Uncle is staying up late again?" Graphite Chen changed the subject.
Jian Yao was a little bitter, "The game I will be playing after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. I was caught last night. Fixing the loophole will make me up for one night!"
Graphite Chen looked at Jian Yao. He didn't know if he was excited or helpless. For a moment, he felt quite interesting.
Of course, this fun is not about games.
But...
XK can't take care of anything about Dragon Island, but XK's system defense has been perfected by my uncle in recent years.
The younger uncle is now the director of the game department of Longteng Company under the Dragon Empire.
Well, although the Dragon Empire does not have a company in the Dragon Island, it is the largest source of support for the Dragon Island Congress and the Long Family's financial power.
...
Dragon Island, Dynasty Hotel.
After Feng Jingyu brought Tang Sheng back, he did not go to the hospital, nor did he send her back directly to Tang's house.
Tang Sheng has relapsed too frequently recently, which makes Long Chuheng helpless.
Just after arranging a special plane to bring Tang Sheng back last night, he contacted Mo Jian, but the mobile phone could not be reached all the time. He guessed that he and the team went on an expedition again.
"I'm leaving now." Long Chuheng looked at the time and then at Tang Sheng who was still drowsy, a little worried.
Feng Jingyu drank the tea and watched Long Chuheng chuckle, "What is your Highness worried about?" After a pause, "I really want to do something to Tang Sheng. It's really not something that the Third Highness can prevent. ."
Long Chuheng glanced at him, naturally he knew.
Because of Shengsheng's situation, he did not go back this morning to pay a New Year greeting to his elders.
But after the Congress has an annual report meeting, although he is no longer in Congress, he still needs to attend the Long Family boy before the person in power is officially enrolled.
Not long after Long Chuheng left, Tang Sheng's phone vibrated.
Feng Jingyu picked it up at random and glanced at it. Seeing that it was from Graphite Chen, there was a cold touch across his mouth, then he glanced at Tang Sheng, and then deleted the message.
Feng Jingyu put the phone back to its original place and looked at Tang Sheng again. His eyes were peaceful from the beginning to a deep vortex at the end.
"I once heard that when Qi Ye was infected with the virus, he took too much medicine later, and when he was emotional, it would be faster than usual..." Feng Jingyu muttered softly, "So, you too?!"
It's doubt, but it's also coldly affirmed.
"Tang Sheng, you are destined to not be on the same road with Graphite Chen, so why bother?"
Feng Jingyu's voice fell, and the room fell into calm again.
Feng Jingyu stared at Tang Sheng who was sleeping in this way, and for a moment, an uncertain thought flashed in his mind.
He actually...
I want to negotiate with the Tang family and get the antidote to the virus.
But is there an antidote?
If there were, Tang Ye would not have died so early.
Tang Sheng woke up, it was almost nine o'clock in the morning on the second day of the new year.
Regarding Tang Sheng's absence on the first day of the new year, except for Mr. Tang sighed, the others were actually not very emotional.
After all, this is not the first time.
Looking at the surroundings, Tang Sheng frowned slightly, and sat up with his arms supported.
This is not the Luocheng Hotel, the layout and decoration is the Dynasty Hotel of Longdao.
she was……
Tang Sheng frowned, suddenly remembering the scene before the coma.
The door was opened, she raised her eyes and saw Feng Jingyu standing there without too many surprises.
"Wake up?!" Feng Jingyu put a bag with clothes aside, "wash up, change clothes and eat first, then I will send you back to Tang's house."
"What time is it?" Tang Sheng asked casually and took his mobile phone. "It's the second year of the middle school?!" She was surprised, "How am I..."
"It's probably because I saw my beloved patronizing other women, and I felt too sad, unwilling to face the reality, just fall asleep!" Feng Jingyu seemed to be joking, but also mockingly teased.
"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb!" Tang Sheng finished angrily, got out of bed, took the clothes bag and went to the bathroom.
Standing in place, Feng Jingyu looked at her back, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
Tang Sheng walked, flipping through his cell phone messages.
Ouyang's, time, Don's... wait, alone, there is no Gaichen's.
The action of opening the bathroom door was slightly stagnant, and Tang Sheng passed by for a moment.
She "didn't" send him messages and phone calls, so he didn't want to say a happy new year to her either? !
Tugging at the corners of his mouth with a mockery, Tang Sheng turned his head slightly and glanced backwards, feeling the line of sight behind him, "What are you still doing here?"
Feng Jingyu smiled at the words that were obviously linked, and left the bedroom without saying anything.
However, when closing the door, he glanced at Tang Sheng, who was still standing in front of the bathroom, and a trace of emotion flashed deep in Feng Jingyu's eyes.
Are you so sad without information from Graphite Chen?
Tang Sheng, you will find step by step that you and Graphite Chen will only go farther and farther.
Secretly snorted, Feng Jingyu closed the door.
At this moment, Tang Sheng, after waking up, because there was no Gaichen in the many messages, the emotion of trying hard was completely cracked.
She bit her lip and walked into the bathroom.
Silently rinse, wash silently, change clothes silently...
Looking at myself in the mirror.
Tang Sheng's nose suddenly sore.
fair enough.
Anyway, her current physical condition is not good, she may not wake up anymore when she faints one day. Before you die, thoroughly investigate your father's affairs, and between graphite morning, so be it...