Banjiu ended up going to the hospital.

Because she received a notice of Shang Shiyue's declining vitality.

When she arrived at the hospital, Shang Shiyue was still in emergency care, watching her vitality drop again and again.

Banjiu's brows furrowed slightly.

If Shang Shiyue died, then her mission would have failed.

So Shang Shiyue can't die.

A black sub-Gu crept out of her palm, and then headed towards the ward.

In less than fifteen minutes, the people inside came out.

The attending doctor breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"People are fine, they can go in and see it later."

Banjiu's face was pale, and after the nurse inside came out to make sure that she could go in, she walked in.

The secretary and assistant were left outside by her.

—

The nurses were out, and there was silence in the ward.

The boy on the bed lay pale, his wrists bandaged with thick gauze.

This time, the reason was because someone added the medicine to the bottle.

When the nurse found out, Shang Shiyue's hands were already blue and swollen.

If it had been discovered a little later, it would have been estimated that there would have only been one body.

Banjiu's cold gaze fell on the young man in the hospital bed.

"Now that you're awake, don't pretend to be asleep." Her voice was cold, and there was a hint of coldness hidden under her close listening.

The little boy's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he had been woken up, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The dark eyes were clean and fragile, with a little mist and looked straight straight for a long time, and the words that came out were also weak.

"Sister, sister, you're coming......"

"Is it fun?" Banjiu asked.

Shang Shiyue's heart was flustered, but he still maintained his composure.

"What are you talking about? Why can't Shi Yue understand? ”

"I ask you if self-harm is fun?" Banjiu's voice was cold, as if he was saying something inconsequential.

"If you really want to die, you can talk to me, I absolutely don't care next time."

If Shang Shiyue really wants to die, then she will definitely not come next time, it's a big deal that the mission fails, and the end of the mission failure is not to complete two more planes.

Or if the task does not fail, it is simple, directly stun people, and then sober him up when he is eighteen years old, return the Shang Group, and the task can be completed.

For a long time, he began to think about which of the two plans was better.

Shang Shiyue's face was whiter, almost transparent.

He had just undergone surgery and sat up with great difficulty.

This is usually a simple action, but at this time, his forehead is full of sweat.

But for half a long time, he always stood there coldly, his eyes calm to indifferent.

The little boy smiled, his smile was full of bitterness, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

"Sister, in fact, you don't have me in your eyes at all, right? I can see all of that......"

He said he was biting his lower lip to keep his tears from falling.

Since he was born again, he has discovered one thing.

There is no him in his sister's eyes, even if his sister is looking at him, he has never entered his sister's eyes.

It would be more correct to say that there is nothing in my sister's eyes.

She seems to have come up because of something, and when that thing is over, she will leave without hesitation.

Shang Shiyue's first thought was that his sister promised to stay and take care of him because of his parents' will, and to take on the entire Shangshang Group, and when he became an adult, his sister would give him the group, and then leave without hesitation.

That's why he's afraid.

When I knew that my sister might care a little bit about herself because of her injury.

He began to sink into a bull's horn.

But he didn't want to come out, and he desperately drilled inside.

Banjiu was noncommittal to Shang Shiyue's words.

She's just here to get the job done, and nothing else.

If Shang Shiyue hadn't been linked to her mission, she probably wouldn't have taken a second look.

However, her silence frightened Shang Shiyue.

"Sister, I will give you the Shang Group, and I will give you all the shares, can you not want it, don't abandon me?"

His voice was full of pleading, and his somewhat wet gaze was like that of a helpless young beast.

But for a long time, he was still indifferent.

"I won't want the Shang Group, when you become an adult, I will transfer it to your name." She said in a calm voice.

There is no soft-heartedness, no hesitation, and no entanglement.

"Then, will that sister always be with me?" Shang Shiyue's voice was extremely humble.

"You've grown up, and everyone has their own life." Banjiu said.

The air fell silent, and after a while, Banlong turned and left.

Shang Shiyue looked at it, with a bit of emptiness.

She still walked so directly, without any nostalgia.

I never even worried about whether he would do anything stupid.

Tears could no longer be controlled, sliding down their eyes.

He collapsed like a force out of his strength.

A pair of eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling tightly, tears sliding through the sideburns and into the pillow......

—

After this matter passed, Shang Shi Yue'an divided.

He obediently accepted the treatment and did not make any further radical moves.

The little secretary told this matter for a long time.

I didn't say anything about this for a long time.

The wound that could have been healed in one month was made by Shang Shiyue himself, and he was forced to delay it for two months before he was discharged from the hospital.

After being discharged from the hospital, he returned to school, but he still went to the Shang Group every day after school.

The assistants and secretaries looked at each other with complicated expressions.

They always felt that the way Mr. Yan and the little master got along had changed, but they couldn't say it.

In their impression, the little master should have grown up pampered, with an innocent and simple temperament.

Now he is cautious in his eyes, and he has to look at Mr. Yan nervously every time he does anything, for fear of making her angry.

Careful and humble, it makes people feel very distressed.

But looking at Mr. Yan's cold face, they didn't dare to say anything.

There is always some entertainment in business.

Whenever there was a social gathering, Shang Shiyue would muster up the courage to run to Banjiu's office, and then ask in a cautious tone, can I follow?

If he said yes, he would smile with satisfaction.

If he refuses, he will go back to his office with his head down.

That night, he curled up on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, staring at the door with swarthy eyes.

It was useless for anyone to persuade him, so he insisted on waiting.

Sometimes I don't come back until three or four o'clock in the morning.

The little boy was so sleepy that he drank cup after cup of coffee, and his dark eyes were slightly bloodshot, but they lit up when he saw her.

It's really distressing.

Of course, this does not include half a time.

She seemed to be lacking in feelings, and she didn't see everything Shang Shiyue did.

Or maybe she saw it, but it didn't get in her way, so she ignored it.

And Shang Shiyue seems to be accustomed to ignoring it for a long time.

He still did everything obediently and carefully, as if he was afraid of being abandoned.