Chapter 153

153

except for the first greeting, Xue Mian didn't speak to song Xuanhe until the end of the banquet.

He has been quietly staying at master maifel's side, occasionally gentle smile, rarely speak, even if he has quit the entertainment industry, his handsome appearance and gentle demeanor still let many people's eyes stay on him for a few seconds.

It can be seen that master mcpheel also likes him very much. He always explains to Xue Mian who doesn't understand some professional terms in the interval of communication with others, and his appreciation is undisguised. In this way, almost everyone present knows that master mcpheel likes his collaborators very much.

Master McPhee has always been an independent jewelry designer. He has his own brand of the same name and seldom cooperates with investors. This time, many people have been surprised that he can cooperate with the Xue family. At this time, we are even more surprised to see his happy appearance with the Xue family's successor.

These masters who have already reached the top of various design fields are not very concerned about a jewelry tycoon's new heirs, but if they are the younger generation favored by old friends, it will be different.

For a moment, most of the designers at the tea party looked at Xue Mian with a more gentle look.

Song Xuanhe noticed this, but he didn't care. He didn't squeeze into a small table to talk with others. Instead, he sat by the window and drank black tea silently, thinking deeply.

This tea party has always been his dream. Even at the beginning of the tea party, several predecessors in the fashion design industry had talked with him about the design ideas and creativity of several sets of clothes when he and Fengtong first showed. If it is normal, song Xuanhe must be very happy and cherish the design things that he can communicate with his peers.

But for a few days, he was absent-minded.

I don't know why, his heart is always unstable, it's hard to calm down.

For a moment, Xiao yuanmu's vague words when chatting with him at noon floated in his mind. For a moment, he thought of Xiao Lin's meaningful expression after talking with Xiao yuanmu. He knew that there must be some connection between them, but no matter how he connected them, he could not string them together to form an answer.

"Mr. Song."

Suddenly someone called him. Song Xuanhe raised his eyes to a strange face.

With a friendly smile, he raised his finger to the middle table and whispered, "I heard you photographed master McPhee's cufflinks. Now master McPhee is looking for you."

Song Xuanhe looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, he saw master McPhee smiling towards him. Not only that, but also he was surrounded by acquaintances, such as Xue Mian, Feng Tong, Bai Mo and Jiang Deyi.

"Are you wearing that cuff link?" The visitor glanced around his sleeves and found nothing. After that, he reminded him, "my friend, you didn't wear Cufflinks at master McPhee's tea party because of those cuffs. I'm afraid you don't respect your host very much."

Knowing that he was a kind reminder, song Xuanhe said thank you and then said, "that cuff link is on the person who suits him best. I believe master McPhee can understand it."

The visitor nodded: "master McPhee is always gentle and friendly. He will understand you."

Song Xuanhe put down the black tea in his hand, got up and walked to master McPhee. The closer he came, the clearer he could see the look of those people.

His smile deepened and he stood at the table: "master McPhee."

"Hello, Mr. Song." Master McPhee asked him to sit down, and then said with a smile, "I heard that you took my cufflinks. To tell you the truth, this pair of cufflinks is the most satisfactory one of all my works in my life. At the beginning, I used them to participate in the auction and experienced a lot of mental struggles. Seeing you at this time, I think they have found a good owner."

Song Xuan and his curved eyes are so clean that one can see his sincere love and admiration: "this pair of Cufflinks has always been my favorite among the countless treasures I have photographed."

Master McPhee said with a deeper smile: "son, can I see my pair of Cufflinks again?"

Song Xuan and Yu Guang swept the worried Feng Tong, frowning Xue Mian, and the proud Jiang Deyi and Bai Mo, shook their heads with a smile and said, "I'm afraid not. Master McPhee, that cuff link is not on me now."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Song's works, which he cherished so much, would not be worn when he attended his host's tea party." Bai Mo said with a smile: "I think maybe there is some misunderstanding that makes you forget this thing, or it's just that the clothes you are wearing today are not suitable for wearing cufflinks. It's all justifiable."

Master McPhee didn't seem to hear what Bai Mo said. Instead, he asked song Xuanhe with a smile, "can you tell me the reason, son?"

Song Xuan and his chin, eyes slightly bent up, eyes seem to be inlaid with broken diamonds, with a fine light, he said: "that pair of cufflinks are now on my favorite person, he likes them very much."

Master McPhee was silent. After a few seconds, he raised his hand and patted song Xuanhe on the arm. He said, "I hope those who receive the cuff links can receive my blessing when I design the cuff links.""What blessing?" Song Xuanhe asked.

"Always accompany to old love." Master McPhee began to laugh, his eyes full of kindness: "this is also my blessing to you."

Song Xuan and pause, do not know why some sour nose, he solemnly nodded, said: "thank you for your blessing."

Master McPhee patted his arm again. His eyes fell on the design draft in his hand. He said with a smile, "I've noticed your manuscript for a long time. If you don't mind, can you let me have a look?"

Song Xuanhe is in a daze, facing Feng Tong's surprise eyes. Fearing that song Xuanhe would refuse, Feng Tong silently urges song Xuanhe to show master McPhee the design draft.

"Of course."

Even if Feng Tong's worry is superfluous, song Xuanhe can't refuse the advice of a design industry master.

As a result, master McPhee's eyes brightened and his face was filled with a smile of surprise. As soon as he was ready to speak, he thought of something and raised his head to the rest of humanity: "if you don't mind, I'd like to have a chat with Mr. Song alone."

Xue Mian laughed and said, "I just want to go there to have a drink. Is anyone coming with me?"

The wind Tong reaction comes over, hastily says to join him.

Bai Mo and Jiang Deyi look at each other, coldly at Song Xuanhe and then leave.

In fact, this is an open tea party. Many design works are put on one table and discussed by a group of people. In fact, there is no need to support anyone.

So after they left, song Xuanhe looked at master McPhee with some doubts.

Master McPhee laughed at him, but did not explain. Instead, he asked him about the inspiration of this design.

"I've seen the video of your first big show. It's very smart and creative, especially your use of color. But this time it seems to be different from the previous design. Can you tell me about it?"

Song Xuanhe was pulled back to his mind and discussed with master McPhee.

The discussion lasted for more than an hour. By the end of the discussion, the two of them still had a lot to say. Master McPhee even called up friends who came to talk with him in the middle of the discussion to introduce song Xuan and meet them. One of them was an old luxury designer who was very interested in Song Xuanhe's design. They also exchanged contact information.

By the end of the tea party, song Xuanhe had benefited a lot.

As dinner approached, the guests left one after another, and only a few old friends of master McPhee were left by him to have dinner together.

Because of the pleasant conversation just now, song Xuanhe also received the invitation, but he politely refused.

Xue Mian, standing next to master McPhee, was a little surprised when he heard his refusal. He thought song Xuanhe had just set up a fashion design studio. But this afternoon, he has changed his mind.

He can see that song Xuanhe is very talented in many aspects, and several masters have good senses for him. Song Xuan and himself cherish this opportunity very much, so when master McPhee invited him, he almost subconsciously felt that song Xuanhe would agree.

Even if Xiao yuanmu comes back today, Xue Mian thinks that in Song Xuanhe's eyes, he is more important than Xiao yuanmu.

But, this time, he was wrong.

Song Xuanhe's reply to master McPhee is: "because I haven't seen the man wearing your cufflinks for 32 hours, I can't wait to see him."

Hearing his reply, not only master McPhee laughed, but other masters also laughed kindly. The eagerness and love of young people always make people feel beautiful.

So master McPhee just said with a smile, "have a good night."

After saying goodbye, song Xuan is ready to leave. Unexpectedly, Xue Mian stops him before he goes out of the garden.

He was a little surprised, but he stopped.

Xue Mian quickly walked to song Xuanhe, pointed to the tables and chairs on the other side of the garden and said, "let's talk."

"I don't think there's anything between us that we need to sit down and talk about." Song Xuanhe refused, "but thank you very much today."

Song Xuanhe knows that master McPhee's temporary intention to invite him to dinner is mostly due to Xue Mian. He knows that his design talent is good, and he has a good chat in the afternoon, but he doesn't think that in one afternoon he will be favored by masters who don't know how many talented young people he has seen.

What's more, master McPhee didn't mention inviting him to dinner at the end of the chat. Instead, he mentioned it after talking to Xue Mian.

"Don't thank me." Xue Mian said, "master McPhee appreciates you very much. I just mentioned it. Besides, I have my own selfish heart."

Song Xuanhe looked at him without asking or talking.

Xue Mian pulled the corner of his mouth, turned his eyes to other places and asked, "you like Xiao yuanmu more than I thought, but have you ever thought about whether you can really go on?"

"It's our business." Song Xuan and light way."Of course." Xue Mian gave a smile and said, "it's never my business. Don't worry. I've figured it out."

"Whether you think about it or not can't affect us." Song Xuanhe looked at the time, turned around and said, "if you don't have anything else, I'll go first."

Looking at Song Xuanhe's back, Xue Mian asked, "do you know why Xiao yuanmu went to f country?"

Song Xuan and the footstep: "I will know tonight."

Xue Mian laughed again, with a trace of regret and bitterness: "I don't think you will get the answer."

"What do you mean?"

Song Xuanhe suddenly turns around, only to see Xue Mian's back.

154

when he returned to his apartment, song Xuan and he felt more and more uneasy. From time to time, he looked up at the second hand beating on the wall clock, and pursed his lips.

The clock slides from five o'clock to seven o'clock, the sky turns from blue to gray blue, and the neon lights of Y City light up at one point, making the city just dimmed light up again, just like day.

[Xiao yuanmu is back. 】

the sound of the system suddenly rang out in his mind, which made song Xuan and he, who had just been immersed in his thoughts, come back to his senses in a daze. He looked up at the wall clock - 7:25.

While the system was talking, Xiao Huang, lying on the carpet, suddenly raised his head, cocked his ears and looked at the door. In less than a second, he jumped up excitedly and ran to the door happily wagging his tail.

When the elevator door is opened, the mechanical warning sounds, then the sound of shoes stepping on the marble, and the clear sound of fingernails stepping on the marble when Xiao Huang jumps up excitedly.

Song Xuan and his eyes are opposite to Xiao yuanmu's.

"I'm back." Xiao yuanmu bent his eyes slightly, his face was a little pale, too busy, but his smile was very gentle.

Song Xuanhe got up and walked to him. He glanced around him and was relieved. His heart was relieved and he said with a smile, "have you had dinner?"

Xiao yuanmu looked back and said, "I brought the ingredients back."

Yang Jie comes out. After greeting song Xuanhe, he turns to the kitchen and puts down the ingredients. After coming out, he looks at Xiao yuanmu in silence.

"Go back."

Xiao yuanmu looked at him and said faintly.

Yang Jie opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He bent down and rubbed Xiao Huang's head, then turned and left.

Song Xuan and the bottom of his heart across a trace of the same, hook lip way: "Yang Jie is not to do something bad, how from come in to leave did not look at me."

"I want to transfer him back home." Xiao yuanmu untied the cuff links, put them carefully, and then said, "he doesn't want to."

"Why?" Song Xuanhe followed him into the kitchen, followed by Xiao Huang: "his family should be in China."

"Well." Xiao yuanmu rolled his sleeve. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of song Xuanhe, who was tidying up the food. His eyes were dim. He pulled down his sleeve and said, "his mother is in China alone."

"But Yang Jie is gone. Who will take his place?" Song Xuanhe asked.

"Joe for the time being." Xiao yuanmu said.

Song Xuan and his hand that put things in the refrigerator closed the door of the refrigerator, turned to look into Xiao yuanmu's eyes and said, "is there something you're hiding from me?"

Xiao yuanmu: "what's the matter?"

"This time you go to country f, it's not because of the Xiao family." Song Xuanhe grabbed Xiao yuanmu's hand, took him away from the kitchen and went to the study: "let's talk."

Xiao yuanmu let him pull, very obedient behind him, to hang his eyes, can't see the look.

Entering the study, song Xuanhe closes the door and lets go of his hand.

"You said before, you won't lie to me." Song Xuanhe looked into Xiao yuanmu's eyes and said, "I believe you."

Xiao yuanmu's fingers on the side of his body curved without any trace, and his sleeves rolled up and down, revealing his strong arms.

Song Xuanhe's eyes fell on his hand. After a while, he gently moved away and asked, "Xiao yuanmu, what are you going to f country for this time?"

"Something personal."

"About what?" Song Xuanhe asked, "since it's a private matter, why didn't you tell me before?"

Xiao yuanmu stepped forward, took song Xuanhe in his arms, put his chin on his shoulder and said gently, "I'm so tired."

Song Xuan and a meal, to the mouth of the words and swallow down, raised his hand around his waist.

"I'll tell you everything at the right time." Xiao yuanmu's face was buried on his shoulder and his voice was dull: "don't ask me now, OK?"

After more than ten seconds of silence, song Xuanhe said, "good."

Xiao yuanmu went back to the kitchen to cook. His skill was as usual, but song Xuanhe had no appetite for the first time.

"How was master McPhee's tea party today?" Xiao yuanmu put down his chopsticks and asked.

"Very good." Song Xuan and his wife got up and went to the living room, took the design draft and handed it to Xiao yuanmu to see: "this is the draft I've worked out these days. I haven't determined the details carefully, but basically the material and size are good. Master McPhee likes this dress very much."Looking at the design draft in his hand, Xiao yuanmu said, "when can it be made?"

"Autumn and winter fashion week?" Song Xuanhe is not sure: "it may be later. I have already decided the design series for autumn and winter this season. It's a bit conflicting with my series, and it's not easy to put it in it. When the finished product comes out, it may be a long time later."

"Is this for me?" Xiao yuanmu raised his eyes and looked at Song Xuanhe.

After a pause, song Xuan said, "every one of my clothes is designed for you."

Xiao yuanmu's eyes on Song Xuan and his unrequited love almost smile at the same time. He looked at the design draft in his hand again and said, "I want this unique dress, which is only made for me."

"Before next week." Xiao yuanmu asked, "can you do it?"

Song Xuan and frowned: "it's still hot to wear this dress now."

"It's about to cool down." Xiao yuanmu looks at Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe could only compromise: "you should be glad that I've been busy all this time, but there's no cloth or tools here. I'll do it..."

"I'll have it delivered."

Xiao yuanmu did what he said. After asking song Xuan what materials he needed, all the things he needed were sent to Xiao yuanmu's apartment in one day.

Moreover, in the case of a vacant room, Xiao yuanmu insisted on making half of the space in his study for song Xuanhe as a workbench. The study space was large enough, even if he sorted out a workshop, it was not crowded at all.

The bright French window used to be Xiao yuanmu's office area, but now it has become song Xuanhe's desk, while Xiao yuanmu's desk has been moved to the bookcase of the whole wall. They can see each other and are independent of each other, looking strange and harmonious.

After the study was reorganized, Xiao yuanmu didn't go to the company any more. He was as busy as ever. He stayed in the study for more than 15 hours a day. The difference was that he could see song Xuanhe, who was either painting or seriously sewing.

After three days, song Xuan and Xiao yuanmu are used to working together and doing their own things quietly.

However, from today on, people came to the apartment in an endless stream, wave after wave. Because they had never seen before, they would solemnly greet song Xuanhe, and Xiao yuanmu would introduce them to each other, interrupting song Xuanhe's work several times.

After meeting with Xiao yuanmu's fund manager, lawyer and doctor, song Xuanhe finally couldn't help asking, "how did they rush here? Did they make an appointment to come together?"

"I officially took over the Xiao family." Xiao yuanmu rubbed song Xuanhe's head and said with a smile, "people before me and the Xiao family want to report here separately. I'm not in the company. Of course, they can only come here."

"Even your..."

In the middle of what song Xuanhe said, Yang Jie knocked on the door and said, "brother Xiao, song Shao, Mr. Zhang."

When Xiao yuanmu works at home, Yang Jie will 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 becomes his housekeeper, picking up and seeing off guests over and over again.

"Ask him in." Xiao yuanmu said to song Xuanhe with a smile.

Zhang Siwei came in, saw song Xuanhe, said hello with a smile, and then said, "I hear you are very busy here recently."

"Update." Xiao yuanmu said lightly.

"So it is." Zhang Siwei walked to the sofa and sat down with a smile. He glanced over song Xuanhe's desk and said with great interest, "Song Shao, is that your design for this fashion week? It looks good. As an acquaintance, can I book one in advance? "

"No way." Xiao yuanmu refused him without expression and said, "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. He said with a smile, "OK, it's only for you. Let's get down to business."

Xiao yuanmu nodded, went to the other side of Zhang Siwei and sat down. They took out their computer and began to discuss in a soft voice.

Song Xuanhe took a look, then withdrew his sight and concentrated on the printing.

As time went by, the system began to count down in Song Xuanhe's mind. During this period, many people visited the apartment. It was only three days before the final time when the apartment was quiet again.

Without Yang Jie's frequent knocking on the door and the quiet conversation from the opposite side, song Xuan and he didn't get used to it for a moment. However, within half an hour, he threw himself back into his work.

He made this dress for a week, and now it's the final stage. He only needs to adjust a few details to wear it.

Song Xuanhe looks at Xiao yuanmu, who is signing a document. He finds that song Xuanhe looks at it and smiles at him. Then he takes his eyes back and opens the next document.

"You have a lot of documents to sign recently." Song Xuanhe put down the button in his hand and said, "is Louis not doing anything and all these documents have been sent to you?""Lewis has more documents to sign." Xiao yuanmu pen meal, a letter on the paper fainted gently, he raised the pen, said: "recently very busy."

Song Xuanhe nods. He knows that Xiao yuanmu is very busy recently. After he went to the company to work overtime on business, he came back home to work busier than before. Xiao yuanmu has less rest time than before. He almost gets up less than five hours a day.

I hope it will be better after a while.

Song Xuanhe looks back and thinks.

As soon as he put in his work, he would forget the time. When song Xuanhe cut the last thread, the morning was over. Looking at the finished clothes, he nodded his head with satisfaction and asked Xiao yuanmu, "the clothes are ready. You can try to fit them."

There was no response behind him. Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao yuanmu was too focused on his work and turned to look at it.

Xiao yuanmu was lying on the table, as if he was so tired that he fell asleep.

Song Xuanhe puts down his clothes and takes a blanket from the sofa to cover Xiao yuanmu. There is a trace of heartache in his eyes.

During this time, Xiao yuanmu was too tired. The huge industry of the Xiao family, the operation of RE, and the affairs of Mrs. Xiao and Xiao baicong had overwhelmed him.

Song Xuanhe opened some long hair between his forehead and touched his forehead with his fingers. The temperature was a little higher than usual. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. As soon as he was ready to try again, Yu Guang saw the unfolded document.

Property transfer contract, Party A: Xiao yuanmu.

Song Xuan and his fingers beat each other and pulled the contract out of Xiao yuanmu's elbow. Before he had time to take a closer look, he listened to the system and said, "there's something wrong with Xiao yuanmu! He's not asleep now, he's in a coma. You'd better take him to the hospital right away. 】

"you give him a general examination."

Song Xuanhe immediately put down the document in his hand and reached out to try the temperature on Xiao yuanmu's forehead. It was a little hot.

He trembled next to Xiao yuanmu's hand, and his heart was filled with strong uneasiness almost in an instant. While he took out his mobile phone to call Yu Yan, he gently shook Xiao yuanmu's name, but he didn't respond.

Yu Yan answered the phone very quickly. Almost his cell phone rang a few times and then he picked it up: "Mr. Song? Can I help you? "

"Xiao yuanmu has a fever now, and his condition is very bad. Where should I send him?"

"Wait!" Yu Yan pushed Zhou Nan's hand aside, got up and went out of the room to pick up the landline phone. While dialing the phone, he said to song Xuanhe, "I'll contact you right away to meet Mr. Xiao. Are you in Mr. Xiao's apartment now?"

"Yes."

"You wait for a while, about ten minutes, someone will come upstairs to meet him. During this period, you try to help Mr. Xiao cool down, but don't let him catch cold, OK?"

Song Xuanhe hangs up and dials Yang Jie.

Yang Jie had the key to Xiao yuanmu's house. In less than two minutes, he ran up and saw Xiao yuanmu lying on the sofa. He was stunned and his face turned pale.

With an ice towel in his hand, song Xuanhe looks up and sees Yang Jie's expression. However, he doesn't want to ask any more questions at this time. He just takes a glance and puts his attention back on Xiao yuanmu again.

"Song Shao..." Yang Jie asked, "did you call a doctor? Who is it? It's not an ambulance from a public hospital, is it

"No Song Xuanhe said, "I called Yu Yan."

Yang Jie breathes a sigh of relief. Seeing song Xuan and his tense side face, the corners of his mouth move. Yu Guang's mouth clenches when he is in a daze with Xiao yuanmu.

Yu Yan arranged it very quickly. After only seven minutes, the person he arranged had already 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 way.

Song Xuanhe sat with a tight face, watching the doctor examine Xiao yuanmu.

The car slowly left the city and drove out of the city.

"Where is this going?" Song Xuanhe looked away from Xiao yuanmu, turned his eyes to Yu Yan, and said, "I don't remember any hospital in this direction, and Xiao's private hospital is not in this direction."

In the face of song Xuanhe's query, Yu Yan is very calm: "Mr. Xiao's current situation can't let the Xiao family know. It's the hospital invested by Mr. Xiao himself. To be exact, it should be a sanatorium and brother Xiao's private clinic. Nevertheless, the medical equipment is absolutely complete, even better than many private hospitals. You can rest assured."

In fact, song Xuanhe didn't really doubt Yu Yan. Even if he didn't believe Yu Yan, he trusted Yang Jie. Since Yang Jie didn't have any objection, it proved that he knew this place.

It's just that he never heard Xiao yuanmu say that he invested in sanatorium, let alone that he built a small private hospital for himself.

Thinking of what happened during this period, song Xuanhe felt more and more uneasy. He could only hope that Xiao yuanmu would tell him at the right time.

The car is very fast and stable. In less than 30 minutes, it looks a bit remote, but the facilities are absolutely of the first-class standard that many private hospitals can't reach.

Song Xuanhe didn't see much. He followed Yu Yan and they quickly entered an independent building.Doctors push Xiao yuanmu into a separate clinic to examine him. Yu Yan stays outside and waits with song Xuan and Yang Jie.

At this time, song Xuanhe finally breathed a sigh of relief. He asked Yang Jie, "is Xiao yuanmu hiding something from me, or are you hiding something from me with Xiao yuanmu?"

Yang Jie pursed his lips, did not look into song Xuanhe's eyes, and said in a low voice: "brother Xiao He will tell you

"Why did you go to country f before?" The shallow smell of disinfectant in the air made song Xuan and his heart more depressed. His face was cold and his voice was very low: "tell me."

Yang Jie tightly pursed his lips, avoided song Xuanhe's sight, and said, "I can't tell you this, song Shao. When brother Xiao wakes up, he will tell you."

Seeing Yang Jie's evasive look, song Xuan and his inner uneasiness were almost irrepressible. He took a deep breath and asked the system: "how is Xiao yuanmu? 】

[his physical condition is a little complicated. 】The system said: [I need time for further examination. 】

Song Xuanhe frowned and said: "isn't your technology better than the equipment of this era? Why does it take so long just to have a physical examination? 】

[since you finished the task, many of my functions have been forcibly withdrawn. 】System track: [so the body scanning system is not as advanced as before, sorry. 】

hearing the system's apology, song Xuanhe seemed to be drenched in a basin of cold water and suddenly woke up.

You don't have to apologize. 】Song Xuanhe rubbed his eyebrows, went to the sofa beside the wall, sat down, put his head in his hands and said: "I'm so worried that I lost my cool. I should apologize to you. I'm sorry. 】

[you don't have to apologize. 】The system says: "I just The system, you don't have to apologize to the system. 】

Song Xuanhe reluctantly tugged at his lips? I've been called brother for a long time. At least I'm a friend. 】

[friends? 】The system hesitated.

How? Your system says you can't make friends? 】Song Xuanhe asked.

[of course not. 】The system answered quickly, and then it was silent again. After more than ten seconds, it said: "I'll have a good check on Xiao yuanmu's body. He'll be OK. Don't worry. 】

the corner of song Xuanhe's mouth fell down, he covered his eyes and whispered.

In fact, just asked Yang Jie, just his catharsis.

From Xiao yuanmu's sudden silence, frequent overtime work, flying to f country alone but hiding the truth of his going to f country, to Xue Mian's complicated look at him, to Yang Jie's eager expression after returning from F country, to the fund manager, lawyer and doctor who worked for him visited by Xiao yuanmu's apartment, to Xiao yuanmu's sudden coma and the property transfer contract.

The truth was almost in front of him, but song Xuanhe didn't have the courage to touch it.

Before long, the doctor in the emergency room came out. He said to song Xuanhe, "Mr. Xiao's physical condition is very bad now, but the specific situation can only be known through further examination and analysis."

Song Xuan and not surprisingly, the system scan takes time, the doctor will only be slower, he calmly said: "how long?"

"Three hours at the fastest." The doctor said conservatively.

Song Xuanhe nodded and went back to the sofa he was just sitting on. He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

I don't know how long it took for the system to open its mouth slowly, and the tone was a little complicated: [Xiao yuanmu, he 】

as he spoke, Yang Jie ran over and said to song Xuan, "brother Xiao is awake!"

Song Xuan and Huo get up and run to the ward. When they run to the door, they suddenly stop and step back.

Behind the door was the truth he had always wanted to know, but now he was not sure whether he really wanted to know.

"Song Shao?" Yu Yan came over and asked, "Mr. Xiao is awake. Don't you go in?"

After a pause, song Xuan pushed the door and said, "I'll go in right away."

Yu Yan nods and leaves. Song Xuanhe steps into the ward and collides with the man on the bed, who looks pale but can't see anything different.

Song Xuanhe held the door tightly, put down his just raised foot, and stood by the door looking at Xiao yuanmu quietly.

Xiao yuanmu blinked and said to him, "are you angry?"

Before Song Xuan and his reply, Xiao yuanmu's eyes darkened a little, and his clear eyes looked at him: "I'll buy you porridge. Don't be angry, OK?"

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