Chapter 153: One hundred fifty three

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Except for the hello from the beginning, Xue Mian did not talk to Song Xunhe until the end of the banquet.
He has been quietly beside Master McFair, occasionally smiling mildly and rarely speaking, even if he has withdrawn from the entertainment circle, his handsome appearance and gentle manner still make many people's eyes on him. For a few seconds.
It can be seen that Master McFair also likes him very much, and will always explain a few words to Xue Mian who ca n’t understand some professional terms in the gap between him and others. Everyone knows that Master Maffei likes his collaborators very much.
Master Mai Feier has always been an independent jewelry designer. He has his own brand of the same name and rarely cooperates with investors. This time he was able to cooperate with the Xue family, which has surprised many people. At this time, see him and the Xue family heirs. Everyone was even more surprised at the mellow appearance.
These masters, who have already reached the top of various design fields, are not very concerned about whether a jewellery tycoon has a new heir, but if it is a junior who is optimistic about old friends, it will be different.
For a time, most of the designers at the tea party looked more gentle towards Xue Mian.
Song Minhe noticed this, but didn't care. He didn't squeeze into a small table to talk to people, but instead sat down by the window and drank black tea quietly, thoughtfully.
This tea party has always been his dream, even when the tea party just started, several seniors in the clothing design industry had already talked to him about the design ideas and creative ideas of several garments when he and Feng Tong debuted. If it ’s normal, Song Yehe must be very happy and cherish the design matters that can be exchanged with colleagues.
But for a few days, he remained absent-minded.
I don't know why, he's always unstable, it's hard to calm down.
There was a moment of ambiguity in Xiao Yuanmu's chat with him at noon, and he remembered the meaningful expression of Xiao Lin after talking with Xiao Yuanmu. He knew there must be any connection, but no matter how he connected, These things come together to form an answer.
"Mr. Song."
Suddenly someone called him, Song Ye and raised his eyes, facing a strange face.
The comer smiled friendly, raised his finger to the small table in the middle, and whispered, "I heard that you took Master Catherine's cufflinks, and now Master Catherine is looking for you."
Song Zhehe looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, he met Master Mai Feier who was smiling towards him. Not only that, beside him, he was also full of acquaintances. Besides Xue Mian, there were Feng Tong, Bai Mo, Jiang Deyi.
"Did you wear that cufflink?" The visitor glanced around his sleeve and found nothing, and reminded him, "Friend, you attended the tea ceremony of Master McFair because of the pair of cuffs. I don't wear cufflinks, which is probably a little disrespectful to the owner. "
Song Yehe knew that he was a kind reminder, thanked him with a calm expression, and then said, "That cufflink is on the person who suits him best. I believe Master McFair can understand."
The person nodded: "Master Mcpherd has always been gentle and friendly, and he will understand you."
Song Yonghe put down the black tea in his hand, got up and walked towards Master McFair. The closer he got, the more clearly he could look at those people.
The smile on his lips deepened, and he stood at the table: "Master Maifield."
"Hello, Mr. Song." Master Mai Feier asked him to sit down, and then smiled: "I heard that you took my cufflinks, and I don't tell you that this pair of cufflinks is what I have in my life. One of the most satisfying works is that I used it to participate in the auction and experienced a lot of struggles. I see you at this time, and I think it has found a good host. "
Song Yan and his bent eyes, the clear eyes are extremely clean, and it makes people see his true love and admiration at a glance: "This pair of cufflinks has also been the favorite of my countless collections. . "
Master McFair heard a deeper smile on her face, and said, "Child, can I see my pair of cufflinks again?"
Song Yan and Yu Guang glanced at the worried Feng Tong, frowning Xue Mian, and Jiang Deyi and Bai Mo who were hard to conceal in their eyes, and shook their heads with a smile: "I'm afraid not, Master McFee, that cufflink is not in now On me. "
"I did not expect that Mr. Song so cherished and loved his work, but he did not wear it when he attended his tea party." Bai Mo laughed and said, "I think there may be some misunderstanding that made you forget this. Or it's just that the clothes you are wearing today are not suitable for cufflinks, for reasons that are justified. "
The smile on Master McFair's face did not change. It seemed that he didn't hear what Bai Mo said, but asked Song Yunhe with a smile: "Can you tell me the reason, boy?"
Song Yan and his head bowed slightly, his eyes were slightly curved, as if they were filled with broken diamonds, with a shimmering light, he said: "The pair of cufflinks are now on my most cherished and favorite person, and he likes them very much. "
Master McFair was silent, and after a few seconds, he raised his hand and patted Song Xihe's arm, and said, "I hope that those who receive the pair of cufflinks can receive the blessings when I design the pair of cufflinks. "
"What blessing?" Song Yanhe asked.
"Always accompany old love." Master Mai Feier laughed, his eyes full of kindness: "This is my blessing to you."
Song Ye and he paused for a while, somehow the tip of his nose was a bit sour, and he nodded solemnly, saying, "Thank you for your blessing."
Master McFair patted his arm again, his gaze fell on the design draft in his hand, and he smiled, "I have noticed your manuscript paper. If you don't mind, can I see it?"
Song Yihe and Yi Tong faced Feng Tong's surprised eyes. Feng Tong was afraid that Song Yihe would refuse, and silently urged Song Yihe to quickly show the design draft to Master Mai Feier.
"of course can."
Even though Feng Tong's worry is superfluous, it is impossible for Song Yihe to refuse the advice of a design industry master.
Master McFayer turned out the design draft in his hand, his eyes brightened, and a little surprise on his face. What did he think of when he was about to speak, and looked up to the rest of the humane: "If several gentlemen don't mind, I I want to talk to Mr. Song individually. "
Xue Mian smiled and said, "I just want to go and drink something over there. Is anyone going with me?"
Feng Tong reacted and quickly said to be with him.
Bai Mo and Jiang Deyi glanced at each other coldly, and then looked at Song Yehe and left.
In fact, this is originally an open communication tea party. Many design works are put on a table to discuss with a group of people. In fact, there is no need to take away.
So after they left, Song Yehe looked at Master McFair with some doubts.
Master McFair smiled at him, but did not explain, but asked him the inspiration for this design.
"I've seen the video of your first big show, very aura and creative, especially your use of color, but this time it seems a little different from the previous design, can you tell me?"
Song Yunhe was drawn back to his thoughts and discussed with Master McFair.
This discussion lasted for more than an hour. By the end of the day, the two were still intent. Master McFair even pulled in a friend who talked on the way, introduced Song Kun and met them. One of them is a well-known international player. Luxury designer, he was very interested in Song Yihe's design, and the two also exchanged contact information.
By the end of the tea party, Song Yan and benefited a lot.
Near dinner time, the guests left one after another, and only a few old friends of Master Mcpherd were left by him to have dinner together.
Because of the pleasant conversation just now, Song Yehe also received the invitation, but he still chose to decline politely.
When he heard his rejection, Xue Mian, who was standing next to Master McFay, was a bit surprised. Before that, he thought that Song Ye and just playing with tickets had suddenly set up a clothing design studio, but this afternoon, he has changed His thoughts.
He can see that Song Yehe is very talented in the field, several masters are also good for his senses, and Song Yehe and himself cherish this opportunity very much, so when Master Mcpherd invited him, he was almost subconscious. I think Song Yunhe will agree.
Even if Xiao Yuanmu is back today, Xue Mian believes that Song Yuan and his eyes are often more important than Xiao Yuanmu.
But this time he thought wrong again.
Song Yonghe answered to Master Mai Feier: "Because I haven't seen the person wearing your cufflinks for thirty-two hours, I can't wait to see him."
Hearing his answer, it wasn't just Master McFair that smiled. The other masters also smiled in kind. The eagerness and love of young people always made people feel good.
So Master Maiffer just smiled and said, "I wish you a good night."
After Song Ye said goodbye, he was about to leave, but did not expect to be stopped by Xue Mian before leaving the garden.
He was a little surprised, but stopped still.
Xue Mian walked a few steps to Song Yehe, pointed to the table and chairs on the other side of the garden, and said, "Let's talk."
"I don't think there is anything between us that we need to sit down and have a deep chat with." Song Yanhe refused: "But thank you very much today."
Song Kun and knew that Master Mai Feier invited him for dinner temporarily, mostly because of Xue Mian. He knew his design talents were good, and he was very happy to chat in the afternoon, but he did n’t have to be conceited until one afternoon to let him know How many young masters with aura and talent have been favored.
Moreover, at the end of the chat, Master McFair did not mention the invitation to have dinner with him, but only after saying something with Xue Mian.
"Don't thank me," Xue Mian said, "Master Mai Feier admires you very much. I just mention it, not to mention that I have my own selfishness."
Song Yehe looked at him, and didn't ask or speak.
Xue Mian shuddered, turned his eyes to other places, and asked, "You like Xiao Yuanmu more than I expected, but have you ever thought about whether you can really go on?"
"This is our business." Song Yan and Dandan said.
"Of course." Xue Mian laughed, with a slight sneer: "It's never my business. Don't worry, I've figured it out."
"If you figure it out, it won't affect us." Song Yanhe glanced at the time and turned around. "If you have nothing else, I'll go first."
Xue Mian looked at Song Yihe's back and asked, "Do you know why Xiao Yuanmu went to country F?"
Song Yan and footsteps: "I will know tonight."
Xue Mian laughed again, with a trace of regret and bitterness in her eyes: "I don't think you will get the answer."
"What do you mean?"
Song Yan turned roundly, only to see the back of Xue Mian's departure.
154
Back at the apartment, Song Yun and the anxiety in his heart grew heavier. He looked up at the second hand on the wall clock from time to time, his lips slightly squinting.
The clock slides from five to seven, the sky changes from blue to gray-blue, and the neon lights of city y light up, so that the city that has just been dim is lit again, like daylight.
[Xiao Yuanmu is back. 】
The sound of the system suddenly sounded in his mind, and Song Song, who had just been immersed in his thoughts, came back to him with a bit of embarrassment. He looked up at the wall clock-7.25.
While the system was talking, Xiao Huang lying on the carpet suddenly raised his head and raised his ears to look at the door. Within a second, he jumped up in excitement and ran his tail cheerfully toward the door. .
The mechanical reminder of the elevator door opening sounded, followed by the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble, and the sound of Xiao Huang's nails stepping on the marble when he jumped up excitedly.
Song Yanhe raised his eyes, as opposed to Xiao Yuanmu's eyes.
"I'm back." Xiao Yuanmu narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was a little pale and hectic, but his smile was very mild.
Song Yuehe got up and walked towards him, glanced at him for a while, and breathed a sigh of relief, his heart that had been raised was also relaxed, and smiled: "Did you have dinner?"
Xiao Yuanmu looked back: "I brought the ingredients back."
Yang Jie stepped out, he and Song Yonghe said hello and turned to the kitchen. After putting down the ingredients and coming out, he looked at Xiao Yuanmu in silence.
"Let's go back."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him and said lightly.
Yang Jie opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, bent over and rubbed Xiao Huang's head, then turned to leave.
Song Yan scratched the same trace of his heart, and said, "Is Yang Jie doing something wrong? He didn't look at me when he came in and left."
"I want to transfer him back to China." Xiao Yuanmu unbuttoned the cufflinks, carefully placed the cufflinks, and then said, "He doesn't want to."
"Why?" Song Yanhe followed him into the kitchen, and Xiao Huang followed closely. "His family should be in China."
"Yes." Xiao Yuan Mu Bang's sleeve motioned for a moment, Yu Guang glanced at Song Xihe who was arranging the ingredients, his eyes were dim, he pulled the sleeve down, and said lightly: "His mother is in China alone."
"But Yang Jie is gone, who will take his place?" Song Yanhe asked.
"For the time being Joe," Xiao Yuanmu said.
Song Yonghe put his hand into the refrigerator, closed the door of the refrigerator, turned to look at Xiao Yuanmu's eyes and said, "Are you hiding something from me?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "What is it?"
"This time, you are not going to country F because of the Xiao family." Song Xunhe grabbed Xiao Yuanmu's hand, took him away from the kitchen, and walked to the study: "Let's talk."
Xiao Yuanmu allowed him to pull, and followed him very obediently, his eyes were prickly, and he could not see clearly.
Entering the study, Song Kunhe closed the door and let go of his hand.
"You said before that you wouldn't lie to me." Song Zhenghe looked at Xiao Yuanmu's eyes and said, "I believe in you."
Xiao Yuanmu's fingers on the side of the body flexed without any trace, and the rolled up cuffs were up and down, revealing his strong arms.
Song Yanhe's gaze fell on his hand for a while and then he gently moved away, and asked, "Xiao Yuanmu, why did you go to country F this time?"
"Some personal things."
"About what?" Song Yanhe asked, "Since it's a private matter, why didn't you tell me before?"
Xiao Yuanmu took a step forward, embraced Song Xihe, put his jaw on his shoulder, and said gently, "I'm so tired."
Song Yan took a meal, swallowed again when he reached his mouth, and raised his hands around his waist.
"When the right time comes, I'll tell you everything." Xiao Yuanmu's face was buried on his shoulder, his voice was dull: "Don't ask me now, will you?"
After being silent for more than ten seconds, Song Yehe and Cai said, "Okay."
Xiao Yuanmu returned to the kitchen to cook. As usual, Song Yunhe had no appetite for the first time.
"What about tea at Master McFay today?" Xiao Yuanmu asked, putting down his chopsticks.
"Very good." Song Yihe got up and went to the living room, took the design draft, and handed it to Xiao Yuanmu: "This is the manuscript I rushed out in the past few days. The details have not been precisely determined, but basically the materials and The size is fine, and Master McFair loves this dress. "
Xiao Yuanmu looked at the design draft in his hand: "When will it be made?"
"At the time of autumn and winter fashion week?" Song Zhenghe was uncertain: "Maybe it will be later. I have already decided on this autumn and winter design series. This set feels a little conflict with my series, so it is not easy to put it in, etc. It may be a long time before the actual product comes out. "
"Is this designed for me?" Xiao Yuanmu looked up and looked at Song Yihe.
Song Ye calmed down and bent his eyes: "Every piece of my clothes is designed for you."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes that did not conceal his love for Shang Songyi and his lips were almost at the same time. He looked again at the design draft in his hand and said, "I want this dress, unique, just for I made it. "
"Before next week." Xiao Yuanmu asked: "Can you make it?"
Song Yan and frowning: "It's still a bit hot in this dress now."
"It will soon cool down." Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Zhenghe.
Song Zhenghe can only compromise: "You should be glad that I've been busy this time, but there are no cloths and tools here, I want to ..."
"I'll send it over."
Xiao Yuanmu said that he could do it. After asking Song Ye and what materials he needed, everything he needed was delivered to Xiao Yuanmu's apartment within a day.
Moreover, in the case that there were still empty rooms, Xiao Yuanmu insisted that he would free up half of his study room for Song Yihe to work as a workbench. The study room was large enough, and even if a workroom was organized, it would not be crowded at all. .
The bright floor-to-ceiling window was originally Xiao Yuanmu's office area. Now it becomes Song Yuanhe's workbench, and Xiao Yuanmu's desk is moved to the bookcase on the entire wall. The two can see each other and are independent of each other. Looks strangely harmonious.
After the study was reorganized, Xiao Yuanmu did not go to the company again. He was still busy as usual. He stayed in the study for more than 15 hours a day. The difference was that he could see that the opposite side was either drawing or Carefully sew tailored Song Yonghe.
Three days passed by in a flash, Song Yonghe was used to working with Xiao Yuanmu, each doing his own quiet day.
However, starting today, the people coming to the apartment are endless, wave after wave, because they have never seen it before, and they solemnly greet Song Yonghe, Xiao Yuanmu will also introduce and know each other for several times. Song Yihe's work.
After meeting Xiao Yuanmu's fund managers, lawyers, and doctors, Song Yunhe finally couldn't help but ask, "Why are they all running here? Are they all making an appointment?"
"I formally took over the Xiao family." Xiao Yuanmu hooked his lips and rubbed Song Jihe's head comfortably, smiling. "I have people from the Xiao family who are going to report to me separately. I am not in the company. , Of course they can only come here. "
"Even your ..."
With half of the words in the conversation, Yang Jie knocked on the door: "Brother Xiao, Song Shao, Mr. Zhang."
When Xiao Yuanmu was working from home, Yang Jie would also stay in his apartment to assist him in his work, but he used to work in the living room or other rooms, but today he has become his butler, picking up and off again and again.
"Please come in." Xiao Yuanmu said to Song Ye and smiled.
Zhang Siwei came in and saw Song Ye greeted with a smile, and then said, "I heard that you are very busy here recently."
"Updating." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly.
"Similarly." Zhang Siwei smiled and went to the sofa to sit down, glanced over Song Yihe's work table, and said with interest: "Song Shao, is this your fashion week design? It looks good Can I book one in advance as an acquaintance? "
"No." Xiao Yuanmu rejected him expressionlessly. "That dress was designed for me by him. There is only one in the world, and only I can wear it."
Zhang Siwei raised his eyebrows, and saw Xiao Yuanmu's pride under his eyes, and smiled: "Okay, only for you, let's be serious."
Xiao Yuanmu bowed his head, walked to the other side of Zhang Siwei and sat down. The two took out their computers and discussed them softly.
Song Yanhe glanced back and looked away, focusing on the edition.
As time passed, the system began to count down in Song Yonghe's mind. During this time, many people visited the apartment. It was only three days before the final time, and the apartment was quiet again.
Without Yang Jie's knocking on the door from time to time, and without a soft conversation from the opposite side, Song Xunhe didn't get used to it for a moment, but he re-entered into his work within half an hour.
He made this dress for a week, and now it's finally time to finish it. Just adjust a few small details and you can wear it.
Song Yuan and Xiao Yuanmu looked at the opposite document. He was signing what documents, and found that Song Yuan and came over, and raised his eyes and smiled at him, then retracted his eyes and opened the next file.
"You have a lot of documents to sign recently." Song Zhenghe put down his button and said, "Is Louis not doing anything, and all these documents are sent to you?"
"Louis has more documents to sign." Xiao Yuanmu took a pen, and the strokes of the letters were fainted on the paper. He raised the pen and said, "I've been busy recently."
Song Zhenghe nodded. He knew that Xiao Yuanmu was very busy recently. After he went to the company to work overtime, he returned home to work more busy than before. Xiao Yuanmu had less rest time than before, and slept less than five hours a day. Will rise.
I hope it will be better after a busy time.
Song Zhenghe retracted his eyes and thought for a while.
As soon as I put into work, I will forget the time. When Song Yunhe cut the last thread, one morning was over. He looked at the finished garment, nodded with satisfaction, turned his head and asked Xiao Yuanmu: "The clothes are ready, you can Try to fit. "
There was no response behind him. Song Yuanhe thought it was Xiao Yuanmu's work that was too focused, and turned to look at it.
Xiao Yuanmu lay on the table, and seemed to be so tired that he fell asleep.
Song Yonghe put down his clothes and took a blanket from the sofa to cover Xiao Yuanmu with a distress in his eyes.
During this time, Xiao Yuanmu was too tired. The huge industry of the Xiao family coupled with the operation of re, as well as the affairs of Mrs. Xiao and Xiao Baizhen, had made him unable to breathe.
Song Yanhe pulled away some long hair between his foreheads, and his fingers touched his forehead. The temperature was a little bit higher than usual. He frowned slightly. As soon as he was about to try again, Yu Guang saw the open file.
Contract of property transfer, Party A: Xiao Yuanmu.
Song Yan and his fingers pulled the contract from Xiao Yuanmu's elbow. Before he could have a closer look, he listened to the system and said: [Xiao Yuanmu's situation is not right! He is not asleep now but is in a coma. You'd better take him to the hospital right away. 】
"You check him all over."
Song Yonghe immediately put down the documents in his hand, reached out and tried the temperature of Xiao Yuanmu's forehead, which was a little hot.
He trembled next to Xiao Yuanmu's hand, and his heart was filled with anxiety almost instantaneously. While pulling out his cell phone to call Yu Yan, he gently shaken Xiao Yuanmu's name, but he No reaction at all.
Yu Yan answered the phone quickly, and almost picked up the phone after a few beeps: "Mr. Song? Is there something wrong?"
"Xiao Yuanmu has a fever now, and the situation is very bad. Where should I send him?"
"Wait a minute!" Yu Yan paused, pushed Zhou Nan's hand away, got up and walked outside the room to pick up the landline phone, and dialed the phone while speaking to Song Yong: "I'll get in touch with you and President Xiao in the past, you Is it in President Xiao's apartment? "
"Yes."
"Wait a while. About ten minutes, someone will come upstairs to pick him up. During this time, you try to help President Xiao cool down, but don't let him catch cold, okay?"
Song Yehe hung up and dialed Yang Jie's phone again.
Yang Jie had the keys to Xiao Yuanmu's house. Within two minutes, he ran up and saw Xiao Yuanmu lying on the sofa, and he stunned, his face paled instantly.
Song Yanhe held an ice towel in his hand and raised his eyes to see Yang Jie's expression. However, at this time, he had no intention to ask much, only glanced back to Xiao Yuanmu's body again.
"Song Shao ..." Yang Jie asked, "Did you call a doctor? Who was it? Wouldn't it be an ambulance in a public hospital?"
"No." Song Yan said, "I called Yu Yan."
Yang Jie breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Song Yan and his tight side face, the corners of his mouth moved, and Yu Guang closed his mouth when he was prejudiced against Xiao Yuanmu who was unconscious.
Yu Yan arranged it very quickly. Only seven minutes later, the person he arranged had arrived.
The doctors and nurses in the car were very complete. Almost the first time Xiao Yuanmu was sent to the car, they had checked him in an orderly manner.
Song Yanhe sat tightly aside, watching the doctor examine Xiao Yuanmu.
The car slowly drove out of the city and drove out of the city.
"Where is this?" Song Xihe looked away from Xiao Yuanmu and turned to look at Yu Yan. "I don't remember any hospital in this direction, and Xiao's private hospital is not in this direction."
In the face of Song Yonghe's doubts, Yu Yan was calm: "The current situation of President Xiao can not let the Xiao family know. It is a hospital invested by President Xiao himself. To be precise, it should be a nursing home, Xiao's private clinic. The medical equipment is absolutely complete, even better than many private hospitals, you can rest assured. "
Song Zhenghe didn't really doubt Yu Yan, even if he believed, but Yu Yan could trust Yang Jie. Since Yang Jie had no objections, it proved that he knew this place.
It was just that he had never heard Xiao Yuanmu say that he had invested in a nursing home, nor had he heard that he had built a small private hospital for himself.
Thinking of what happened during this time, the anxiety at the bottom of Song Kun and his heart became more and more serious. He narrowed down the yin and yin at the bottom of his eyes, hoping that the appropriate time that Xiao Yuanmu said would tell him what was really at the right time.
The car drove quickly and steadily. In less than thirty minutes, this home looks a bit remote, but the facilities are definitely first-class standards that many private hospitals can't reach.
Song Yanhe didn't look much, followed Yu Yan, they quickly entered an independent small building.
The doctors pushed Xiao Yuanmu into a separate consultation room to examine him. Yu Yan stayed outside the door, waiting with Song Ye and Yang Jie.
At this time, Song Xunhe finally took a sigh of relief and asked Yang Jie: "Did Xiao Yuanmu hide something from me, or did you hide something from Xiao Yuanmu with me?"
Yang Jie pursed his lips, not looking at Song Yanhe's eyes, and whispered, "Brother Xiao ... he will tell you."
"Why did you go to country F before?" The shallow disinfection of the air made Song Yun and the bottom of his heart deeper. His face was cold and his voice was very low: "Tell me."
Yang Jie pursed his lips, avoiding Song Yanhe's eyes, and said, "I can't tell you about this, Song Shao. When Brother Xiao wakes up, he will tell you."
Seeing Yang Jie's look of avoidance, Song Xun and the anxiety in his heart were almost difficult to suppress. He took a deep breath and asked the system: [How is Xiao Yuanmu's body? 】
[His physical condition is a bit complicated. ] System Road: [I still need time for further inspection. 】
Song Yan and frowning, said: "Isn't your technology better than the equipment of this era? Why does it take so long to just check the body? 】
[Since you completed the task, many of my functions have been forced back. ] System Road: [So the body scanning system is not as advanced as before, sorry. 】
After hearing the system's apology, Song Yunhe seemed to be dripping with a basin of cold water, and instantly woke up.
[You don't need to apologize. Song Yanhe rubbed his eyebrows, walked to the sofa by the wall, and held his head with both hands. "I was too anxious to lose my calmness. I should apologize to you, sorry. 】
[You don't need to apologize. ] System said: [I just ... system, you don't need to apologize to the system. 】
Song Yanhe barely twitched his lips: "So ruthless? They called me a big brother for so long. Anyway, they are friends. 】
【friend? ] The system hesitated.
【how? Does your system stipulate that you cannot make friends? Song Yehe asked.
【of course not. 】 The system answered quickly, and then silenced after answering. After ten seconds, it said: "I will check Xiao Yuanmu's body, he will be fine, don't worry. 】
Song Yanhe reluctantly pulled down the corners of his mouth, covering his eyes, he hummed softly.
Actually just asked Yang Jie, it was just his catharsis.
From Xiao Yuanmu's sudden silence, frequent overtime work, flying to country f alone but concealing the truth of his going to country f, to Xue Mian looking at him with a complicated look, to Yang Jie's utter expression after returning from country f. The fund manager, lawyer, and doctor that Xiao Yuanmu visited for his apartment, then went to Xiao Yuanmu's sudden coma, and the property transfer contract.
The truth was almost in front of him, and it was about to come out, but Song Yunhe did not have the courage to touch the truth.
It didn't take long for the doctor in the emergency room to come out, and he said to Song Ye: "Mr. Xiao's health is very bad now, but the specific situation can only be known after further inspection and analysis."
Song Ye and no surprise, the system scan takes time, the doctor will only be slower, he calmly said: "How long?"
"As fast as three hours," the doctor said conservatively.
Song Zhenghe nodded, and returned to the sofa he was just sitting on, his eyes lowered and he said nothing.
I do n’t know how long, the system slowly spoke, the tone was a little complicated: [Xiao Yuanmu he ...]
While it was speaking, Yang Jie ran over and said to Song Zheng: "Brother Xiao wakes up!"
Song Kun and Huo got up and hurried to the ward. When they ran to the door, he suddenly stopped and took two steps back.
Behind this door is the truth he always wanted to know, but now he is not sure if he really wants to know.
"Song Shao?" Yu Yan walked over and asked, "General Xiao wakes up, won't you go in?"
Song Zheng and he paused, pushing the door and saying, "I'll go in right away."
Yu Yan nodded and left, Song Yehe stepped into the ward, collided with a pale man in the hospital bed, and could not see the slightest sight of the man.
Song Yan and the hand holding the door tightened, and the foot he had just raised put it down, standing beside the door and watching Xiao Yuanmu quietly.
Xiao Yuanmu blinked and said to him, "Are you angry?"
Can't wait for Song Yihe to answer, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were darkened, and his clear eyes stared at him: "I buy you porridge to drink, don't you get angry?"
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