Shen Zhinian was taken back to the Shen family, and immediately arranged for someone to give him a bath, haircut and change clothes, he really didn't want to be stared at, but he thought of what Xijing said no matter what Shen's father said, he had to be obedient, so he had to frown the whole time and let those people take care of him.

The return of the sole heir of Huayu Group is definitely a big news.

Shen Songbo was not in a hurry to announce the good news, he wanted to make up for the time of father-son relationship that he had missed in the past few years.

"Dad, I have a headache." Shen Zhinian only felt helpless in the face of his relatives and friends who came to visit, because he was too nervous, and his head tilted slightly uncontrollably.

As soon as he heard the headache, Shen Songbo didn't dare to slack off, for fear that he would get sick again just after he recovered.

The family hired a lot of people to take care of them, and Shen Songbo went to the company after telling him. Even though he was carried away by joy, after calming down, he still focused on his career, and in the past two days, in order to accompany his son, he has postponed several appointments with important customers, and he has to find a way to remedy it quickly.

Shen Zhinian locked himself in the room, picked up the mobile phone that Shen's father had prepared for him, and slowly pressed the number number by number.

The bell rang three times, and the tide mirror connected the phone.

"What......" Before she could say anything, she heard Shen Zhinian's aggrieved voice.

"Woooooooooo......oo I'm so scared of ......" I could hear that he was crying with his voice down, afraid that he would be heard by the people who took care of him outside, and if his image collapsed and was exposed, it would definitely affect her.

"......" Xijing listened strangely distressed, and inexplicably felt a sense of guilt.

Tsk, why should this villain feel guilty? He himself was stupid and timid and promised to act well, but now he is wronged? What does it have to do with me?

Waving away the meager guilt in his heart, Xijing said: "Don't cry, now that you have left the sanatorium, you can move freely, you should be happy." ”

Shen Zhinian wiped away his tears, sobbed intermittently, and said, "I miss you, don't you want me anymore......"

Xijing couldn't help laughing, and there was a feeling that he couldn't do anything, and said, "Okay, I'm still in the nursing home." You just need to take a taxi. I was afraid that he wouldn't understand the meaning of taking a taxi or wouldn't take a taxi at all, so he changed his words and said, "There should be a driver at home, just let him send it." ”

"Hmm!" Shen Zhinian nodded heavily.

The week that Xijing had agreed with the nursing home was coming to an end, and the dean approached her to talk about the nursing home.

It's nothing more than hoping that she will say more good things when she writes, and by the way, she will advertise the recreation and sanatorium, but they even have a medical miracle, and the mentally retarded has returned to normal!

But Xijing is not a columnist, it is all her identity in order to infiltrate the sanatorium.

"Of course, no problem." Xijing smiled and said goodbye to the dean.

When I walked out of the gate of the sanatorium, I saw Shen Zhinian standing there waiting, huh...... It's not so much waiting for someone as standing guard.

He stood straight, his gaze always in this direction, pacing or wandering without waiting for a moment, as if a statue was standing there, but when he saw her and left to come alive, he raised his hand and waved it to make her notice him.

Tsk, it's weird cute.

He wore a white shirt with every button meticulously fastened, and the collar was attached to his slender and slender neck, with a sense of ascetic seriousness.

The afternoon sun was a bit harsh, and the well-groomed hair was slightly swaying in the wind, and the soft black hair had a faint soft light.