Luo Xuan took a leave of absence and took care of Yuchen wholeheartedly.

For several days, she ran on both sides of the hospital at home, and she lost a lot of weight.

Although none of them specifically mentioned anything, she knew that this kind of relationship was an extra gift from God.

Healed from his injuries, and everything should go back to the unrecognizable aspects of four years ago.

Carrying a thermos bucket filled with chicken soup, Luo Xuan had just walked to the door of Yuchen's ward when he heard the sound of conversation coming from inside.

"How's your injury?" The delicate female voice is very familiar.

Luo Xuan peeked in and recognized the woman standing opposite Yuchen as his sister, Yurou.

Twenty years ago, the old man of the royal family adopted two orphans, Yu Ling and Yu Rou.

The three of them grew up together, but in terms of identity, Yuchen has always been the eldest young master.

Therefore, Yurou's concern is the most appropriate, one more point is not too much, and one less point is not a lot.

"It's not a big deal." Yuchen has always cherished words like gold, and then asked: "Xiao Zhang's affairs, have you done what I instructed?" ”

Xiao Zhang was the special assistant who died in the explosion.

"I have already paid a huge amount of compensation to the Zhang family according to your instructions." Yurou's official answer.

"Hmm."

The conversation was nearing its end, but Yurou was still standing still.

Yuchen raised his eyebrows and saw through Yurou's thoughts: "When is the ticket?" ”

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, grandpa is worried about you." Yu Rou raised her head, inadvertently noticed Luo Xuan outside the door, her mind turned slightly, she smiled, and said, "Originally, Li Xian was also going to come with me, but she still had a project in her hand, and she couldn't get out." ”

The person outside the door instantly took a few steps back.

Li Xian, the woman who doesn't let her eyebrows go......

Luo Xuan laughed self-deprecatingly, put the thermos bucket on the ground, dragged his lead-filled legs, and left the hospital.

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Yuchen's gaze was slightly cold, and he stared at Yurou inquiringly.

Yu Rou pursed her lips and smiled, showing no concern for his hostility.

"You go back first, I'll leave for City B after I've settled some things." Yuchen walked to the hospital bed, and the corner of his eye swept the door of the ward.

Boil a soup, why did you go for so long and still haven't come back.

Yurou noticed his small movements, and there was something unpleasant in her heart.

Taking two steps forward, Yu Rou said, "If you are the mastermind behind this explosion, Yu Ling must have solved it for you. ”

Yuchen's cold eyes shot over.

"You're idle?"

His affairs are not yet the turn of the two of them to intervene on their own initiatives.

Yu Chen was afraid of his gaze, so he lowered his head: "It was Grandpa who ordered it, and Yu Ling did what he ordered." ”

With the old man as a shield, even if Yuchen has a plan, he has to look at the face of the Buddha without looking at the monk's face.

"Alright, you can go back." Yuchen ordered impatiently, and there was no room for beak.

Yurou nodded, opened the door, and saw the moisturizer at her feet.

After a pause, he turned around to find that Yuchen's eyes were also on the moisturizer.

The delicate and delicate face of the picture condenses into ice inch by inch.

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At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the plane from Macao to City B took off on time.

At half past eight in the evening, the plane landed.

Among the crowd who came to pick up the airport, a woman in a white suit was the most conspicuous, stepped forward, stared at Yuchen's handsome face, and said softly: "I'm back." ”

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At that time, an explosion occurred in an abandoned factory in a suburb of Macau.

A few days later, the police approached Qiu Zheng's casino and verified the identity of the deceased with him.

The deceased, Tang Ye, male, 29 years old, died in a gang dispute.