CHAPTER XIII
After Li Mingfeng finished the infusion in the hospital, it was already late at night. (Baidu search: Burning book library, see the fastest update.)
When I came out of the hospital, it rained a lot outside, and the wind dripped down on my face, and occasionally I felt a dull pain.
Li Yueqing helped him into the car and took off his coat to cover him.
He opened his eyes and said to her, "I was supposed to take care of you, but now I want my sister to take care of my brother, what a shame!" ”
She started the car and said with a smile: "What is there to be ashamed of my brother in front of my sister, as long as I ...... in front of my sister-in-law in the future"
She stopped talking, remembering the ambiguous scene she had just seen in the restaurant, and couldn't help but pout.
After a while, she heard his even breathing, and she turned her head to look at him, a smile on her pale face, and her heavy eyebrows drooped on her eyelids, even when she was asleep, she looked listless.
That day, he took a plane for more than ten hours before returning home, and went to work the next day without resting. These days, I must have stayed up a lot of nights for the company's business. In Li Yueqing's memory, her brother's body has always been blown by the wind, as if it was made of iron, and she never thought that even an iron man would have a day when she would be tired.
When she received a call from the hospital emergency room that he had fainted, she rushed there as if she had lost her soul; When she ran to his bed panting and saw that he was sleeping peacefully, a carrying heart could finally be put down; When the nurse told her that he had fainted due to overexhaustion and strenuous exercise, she hurried away from him, even hiding in the hallway, just afraid that the sound of her uneven breathing would wake him; When she saw his fingers move and his eyelids slightly open, she couldn't care about anything else, she just wanted to lie on him and cry quietly......
This qiē's hundred turns and thousands of times are just for him, and this qiē's worries, worries, fears, and guilt are all because of him.
I don't know how many times she felt guilty about him, maybe to make up for the mistakes her mother made when she was a child, or maybe she regretted leaving in a bad mood. In short, she felt that she owed him, and she wanted to pay him back along with her mother's share.
At that time, Li Yueqing thought that this kind of feeling was called "compensation" and "guilt".
But so many years have passed, and it is already too late to compensate and make up for it. What's more, he doesn't need any compensation at all, all he needs is her by his side.
Sleep is really a good medicine for healing, because when you open your eyes, the past qiē is like a dream, you can remember if you want to remember, and forget jì if you want to forget jì. Joy and sorrow are only for a moment, but people often don't understand them.
Entering October, the company's affairs are busier, and the task of advertising bidding is becoming more and more urgent.
More than 20 advertising agencies participated in the bidding. After a round of screening, there are only three left, and one of them is Zhao Shaoyang's advertising company. In fact, Li Yueqing still wants to cooperate with Blue Sky in her heart. But selfishness is selfishness after all, and when working, you still have to be virtuous and not personal.
She dialed Zhao Shaoyang's phone, but no one answered.
Hanging up the phone, he came with a text message: Yueqing, I wish you a happy birthday! I booked a place at Huaxi Restaurant tonight to celebrate your birthday, don't forget to come!
Li Yueqing suddenly realized, so busy that she even forgot her birthday. She knocked on her head, saw the text sent by Zhao Shaoyang on the table, and thought that she would bring it over at dinner at night, and by the way, she could tell him. But thinking about it, he specially invited himself to dinner, or celebrated his birthday, at this time, it seems inappropriate to talk about business. So he locked all the paperwork of the tender in a drawer.