Time can change a person, but there are many people who don't believe it, but it turns out ...... It is the truth.

Gu's Group, in the president's office.

A mature and noble elegant man sits on a sofa with a report on a blood group sample from a hospital in New York, USA.

"Dingding......

The phone rang suddenly, and it was very harsh in the quiet office.

Seeing that the man didn't get up, Steward Meng took the initiative to take the phone: "Hey......"

Steward Meng hung up the phone, walked up to the man and said respectfully to the man: "Young master, there is a call from the hospital, saying that Tang Manyun's illness is gradually deteriorating, and I am afraid it will not be able to delay this month." ”

The face of the man sitting on the sofa changed suddenly, and his dark eyebrows seemed to bend a slight arc, adding a touch of charming scenery to his handsome and extraordinary face.

Gu Jin was silent for a while before putting down the report in his hand and asking Steward Meng, "Does she know?" ”

Steward Meng seemed to sigh lightly and shook his head and said, "Miss Tang doesn't know yet, but Miss Tang may have guessed that her mother is seriously ill, and Miss Tang has worked several jobs in a row in the past few years, and she has not even returned home for a while, and she has accompanied her mother to live in the hospital." ”

Gu Jin seemed to be relieved when he heard the news, and he seemed to become much heavier again.

"If work distracts her, let her go."

It's better than knowing the news that her mother is dying, Gu Jin thought to himself.

Steward Meng seemed to be worried and said to Gu Jin: "Young Master, Miss Tang will know about this sooner or later, if Miss Tang knows that Young Master has been hiding her mother's illness, I am afraid that Miss Tang will resent Young Master." ”

I'm afraid it will be very painful for the young master to do that.

"Don't let her know for now, let's talk about it later."

Gu Jin seemed to care about Steward Meng's worries, but he had no choice.

"Yes, young master, what is the young master going to do with this blood type report sent from the United States?"

Steward Meng saw that the young master was depressed when he talked about Miss Tang, so he changed the topic.

Gu Jin picked up the blood type report again and handed it to Steward Meng and said, "There is a suitable blood type sample on the report, but I don't worry, you go there to verify it yourself, if it is true, then let the hospital arrange for Tang Manyun to go abroad for treatment." ”

"Yes, young master, then I'm going to book a ticket to New York tomorrow now......"

The young master has visited more than a dozen countries in the past few years and has not found the right blood type to treat Tang Manyun, Steward Meng sincerely hopes that this time God can see that the young master works so hard, and don't let this only hope be disappointed.

Winter, the coldest season of the four seasons, is beautiful in City A, just like the dreamy and romantic Paris, France, which makes people fascinated and nostalgic.

At night, the cold wind blows, people who get off work are in a hurry to go home, the street lights are on as always, and all kinds of car horns are sleepless all night.

In a gallery called Love Art.

"Xiaonuo, it's already off work, why are you still here?"

My colleague Yaqing came over with a thick soft jacket and asked her.

The beautiful girl with braided hair was lowering her head and seriously drawing a unique bracelet design, Tang Yunuo heard Yaqing's voice and replied with a smile: "I will go home for a while, you go home first, Sister Yaqing, don't worry about me, Xiaoxiao will come to pick me up in a while." ”