He Haiyang said what Chen Chen was thinking: "I want to inquire, but you won't tell me, right?"

She Shi Shiran replied: "It's good if you know!"

"What the hell have you been up to lately?" He Haiyang seemed to be talking nonsense.

"Work!"

"Something is wrong here, you know?"

Hmph, here we go again! Chen Chen thought, his tone became cold: "It's hard for me to think about it." ”

"Can you not get involved in this?" said He Haiyang.

Chen Chen smiled: "You think too highly of me, right? How can I mix this matter? Can I have this ability?"

"Okay, don't you carry it with me, okay?" He Haiyang was a little irritable, "I haven't seen you for a long time, when will we have a meal together?"

"He Haiyang, the old lady is not interested in you anymore, whether it is to eat or inquire about the news, you are dead of this heart! I don't know where Xue Yan is, I don't even know her new mobile phone number, we just contact on WeChat. You can't even think of it, right? She's doing this to hide from all the people. Satisfied?"

In order to prevent the other side from hearing the content of his phone call, Chen Chen hid in the stairwell outside and couldn't help but let go of his voice.

There was silence on the phone for a while, He Haiyang didn't say anything for a long time, and only after a while did he say, "Sick!"

Chen Chen exhaled deeply, and also said to the mobile phone: "You are sick!"

Feeling a little lost, she slowly walked out of the corridor and walked into the company.

In the corridor next to the elevator, Wen Yihua leaned against the wall, and the whole person was even more lonely than Chen Chen.

He only hopes that the evil fate that should be over will end soon, and his Wang Xueyan can no longer hide silently for anyone.

At the very least, they can socialize like normal ordinary friends.

His heart contracted in bursts, and the familiar pain he hadn't felt in a long time returned.

His hands were on the wall, and he took a deep breath as he caressed his heart.

。。。

Compared with the meeting in the company in the afternoon, his private meeting with Hua Churong in the evening was more relaxed.

His face was not very good, and he looked very white. Hua Churong looked at him a few more times: "Is your body not doing well lately, why are you so pale?"

He shook his head: "It's okay, maybe I've been too busy lately." ”

Hua Churong routinely cared: "The body is the most important, don't overdo yourself." ”

In her opinion, his busyness may be to relieve his depression in the emotional year, just like he was back then.

Unexpectedly, her son would have to suffer emotional twists and turns like herself, she was a little sullen and asked, "What do you think of Yan Yu?"

"Very good!" replied in the affirmative.

Hua Churong felt that his words were not like a compliment: "Actually, she is very suitable for your wife." Don't you think?"

From an outsider's point of view, this is indeed the case. Beautiful, good character, capable, highly educated, but this kind of thing depends on the feeling between two people. "Wen Yihua is very real.

He didn't wait for Hua Churong to answer, and took the initiative to say, "Mom, I'm going to do a physical examination." ”

She sounded a little anxious: "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

"My heart has been hurting lately. "Smell a painting and try to speak as lightly as possible.

She was frightened: "It's not a trivial matter, why did you say it now? You have had a transplant, and if you have any pain, you must go to the hospital for examination as soon as possible." ”

Wen Yihua raised his eyes to look at her: "Mom, can you contact the family of the donor back then?"

Caught off guard, she looked away in a panic: "How can you get in touch?" ”

She spread her hands in front of his eyes, "One painting, all the work in your hands will be taken care of by Yan Yu." You have to go back to the U.S. right away. I'll contact Dr. Yan right now. ”

He said calmly, "Mom, it's not that serious. I'm sure it's okay. ”

Hua Churong stared at him deadly: "Mom can't live without you, you know?"

It seemed that it was the first time he felt such warm feelings from her, and he couldn't get used to it for a while.

Relieving his mind, he said, "I'll go to the hospital tomorrow, don't worry, I believe in the level of medical care in China." Isn't the transplant also done in China?"

Hua Churong turned his face slightly: "I'll accompany you tomorrow." ”

"No need, you hurry up and take care of this matter, don't delay your time. He knew that work had always been her most important.

Leaving the hotel, he drove back to the lodge. In the garden of the villa, he saw a family sitting on an ornamental chair on the grass singing birthday songs, a lovely child wearing a birthday hat on his head, and young parents looking at him eagerly.

Standing on the other side of the grass, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and watched the scene silently, with a slight smile on his face.

In just a few days, Li Xuanwen's world seems to have turned over, and there are hardly any friends who can help, after all, this matter is too big.

Hua Churong and their delegation were objective and stern, listened to their opinions, and put forward pertinent suggestions.

The loss was already obvious, and Li Xuanwen calmed down. He arranged his work and decided to go to Shenzhen to meet Xia Ziqing in person, or to find Wang Xueyan.

Stepping on the land of Shenzhen, his heart began to be nervous, He Haiyang has always opposed his move, and when he saw his current appearance, he felt that this move was simply self-inflicted.

No one was contacted to pick it up, he called the Shenzhou car. He was greeted by a very iconic young man, who spoke with a northerner accent.

He asked with interest, "Where are you?"

The drivers of Shenzhou Limousine are professionally trained, and they generally don't talk too much with guests, so they just politely replied: "I'm from Harbin." ”

"It's quite far, why did you come to Shenzhen?" he asked casually.

But to others, it was a topic that could not be talked about more, and he smiled politely: "Yes!"

He just came to chat and asked, "Is my girlfriend here?"

The young man with eight heads of one meter was shy: "You are right." ”

"Heh!" for some reason, he felt sad, he couldn't even compare to a chauffeur. The simplest kind of affection in the world turned out to be a luxury for him.

Suddenly, he didn't want to talk anymore, and he quietly looked out the car window. At the same time, He Haiyang was also very unhappy.

He secretly made up his mind that he must have a good chat with Chen Chen after returning to Hangzhou this time, at least not like now.

The car suddenly fell silent, and the ringtone of the mobile phone was particularly abrupt.

Li Xuanwen picked up his mobile phone and looked: it was Cheng Anqi.

The three words on the screen were a little like vomiting, he handed the phone to He Haiyang, and the other party asked in surprise: "She called you, why did I answer it?"

"I don't want to talk to her right now. His tone was cold and emotionless.

He Haiyang let his mobile phone ring, but did not answer the phone. Li Xuanwen raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you pick it up?"

"She's too idle every day to have so much to do. Let her calm down by herself!" He Haiyang couldn't tell why he didn't answer, "Do you want to see Wang Xueyan?"

Li Xuanwen took back his phone, swiped the screen, and bowed his head silently. Does he want to see it?

He Haiyang hesitated and said: "Actually, it's not difficult to find her, just find one. . . ”

"Don't!" Li Xuanwen stopped him, "I don't want to do that again." ”

It's like a chaotic person who finally sees his past actions, and he realizes how unforgivable the mistakes he has made. Unexpectedly, He Haiyang was stimulated by this sentence.

"Xuanwen, what do you mean by that? Is that what I want to do?"

Li Xuanwen frowned: "He Haiyang, what's going on with you lately? Have I had anything to do with you?"

"The fees for tracking are all yours. Cheng Anqi wasn't so impulsive originally, wasn't it all instructed by you? We are doing our best to help you chase women, it's good for you. He Haiyang is afraid that he will be a little embarrassed if he continues to talk about it.

In front of outsiders, Li Xuanwen couldn't bear to send it out, even if he was hot.

"I just want to try harder, that's all. He stopped talking, and neither did He Haiyang.

Why don't they think like that? They all want to work harder, or if they just do that, they can get their wish?

When he arrived at the hotel, Li Xuanwen was not in a hurry to contact Xia Ziqing.

Sitting in the garden of the hotel, with the evening breeze on his face, he muttered: "Xue Yan, I am under the same sky with you again." ”

He Haiyang was answering the phone, and when he saw that the look was Cheng Anqi's call.

She was rejected by Hua Churong again, the other party's words were quite ugly, and the overall meaning was that she didn't want to see her again. In an instant, she has a taste of being abandoned by the whole world.

Even Chen Chen, who she looked down on, could be reused by Wen Yihua, but she didn't even have the right to look at it from a distance.

She kept crying about her experience, like a sister-in-law of Xianglin: "He Haiyang, how can they treat me like this? I love to smell a painting so much, what's wrong with me?"

He Haiyang suddenly found that the woman who was rude and willful but did not lose her spirit was gone, and what was left was a stupid woman who was selfish and selfish.

The evening breeze also blew on his face, and in his ears was Cheng Anqi's endless crying, and he suddenly asked himself: Why am I standing here? What is the point of me coming here?

What kind of existence does Cheng Anqi have to do with herself? Does it matter if she is happy or not? What does it matter to Wang Xueyan whether she marries Li Xuanwen or not?

I always thought I was helping Cheng Anqi, but I found that everything I did was worthless.

In this process, there was originally a simple and somewhat silly girl watching him, but now, even this innocence has been lost.

Cheng Anqi was still crying, and he roared: "Don't cry! If you feel that you can't stand it, go back to the United States, I can't help you anymore." ”

"He Haiyang! Even you treat me like this? How can you? What are you? Just because you do this to me!" A burst of roars came from the phone, and he hung up the phone decisively.