Chapter 177: Male Protagonist, I'm Just a Snack Crowd (51)

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Shen Zhouyao and He Zhaolan lay side by side on the floor, panting and silent. Both of them hung up their lotteries.

"Zhao Lan ......" After a long time, Shen Zhouyao wiped the corners of his mouth that was bleeding from the mouth, and finally spoke: "Do you know which hospital An An's father is in?" โ€

He Zhaolan's eyes were bruised, he glanced at Shen Zhouyao, closed his eyes and nodded.

"Stop fighting...... I'm going to see An An, I'm ......" Shen Zhouyao paused, his voice was almost inaudible: "I'm a little worried......"

He Zhaolan didn't open his eyes, he covered his eyes with one hand, his lips trembled slightly, and only after a long time did he say in a dry voice: "She definitely doesn't want to see us now." โ€

"I know......" Shen Zhouyao stared at the ceiling and smiled bitterly: "Then I'm going too, I'm ...... It's even sadder not to see her......"

He Zhaolan slowly sat up from the ground, he glanced at Shen Zhouyao, who was still lying down, and said briefly: "Let's go!" So he got up, took his coat, and went out.

Shen Zhouyao hurriedly got up from the ground and followed him. Secretary Sun and Assistant Liang, who were pretending to be dead outside, looked at their boss with messy hair and came out of the office with one eye in a bruised eye, followed by Shen Zhouyao, who was bruised and bleeding from the corner of his mouth and the collar of his shirt had been torn.

Both of them had cold faces, walked past Secretary Sun and Assistant Liang without saying a word, and entered the elevator one after the other. When the elevator door closed, Secretary Sun exhaled the breath she had been holding, and she nagged with palpitations: "I think I need to suppress the shock!" โ€

Assistant Liang on the side nodded violently......

When He Zhaolan and Shen Zhouyao arrived at the hospital, Qian Qian was busy buying dinner for Uncle Fat and his mother. She walked quickly in the direction of the ICU with a heavy shopping bag in one hand. The shopping bag was too heavy, and Qian Qian couldn't walk halfway, so he had to bend down slightly and hold the shopping bag in his arms, and the intact hand tried to pull the bag high, and the right hand with a splint held the bottom of the bag.

"An An!" Shen Zhouyao, who was anxiously circling around the ICU, saw Qian Qian at a glance, he rushed over and grabbed the shopping bag, and a few words came out of his mouth without thinking: "How can you use your right hand to support it so heavy, in case it affects your recovery, how will you play the violin in the future......"

Qian Qian raised his eyelids to look at Shen Zhouyao, and coldly spit out a word: "Get out!" โ€

After finishing speaking, Qian Qian stretched out his left hand to pull the shopping bag in Shen Zhouyao's hand. Seeing this, Shen Zhouyao hurriedly raised the shopping bag high to avoid Qian Qian's hand, and explained embarrassedly: "I...... I'm worried about your hands...... I ......"

"Don't bother!" Qian Qian's tone was calm: "I will never play the piano again, I have already sold the piano." โ€

"What?" Shen Zhouyao was stunned for a moment, and he asked a little stupidly: "How can you sell it!" Where did it go? โ€

"Where's it sold?" Qian Qian sneered: "Mr. Shen is really skilled in what he asked, of course it is a piano shop." โ€

She snatched the shopping bag and glared at Shen Zhouyao with angry eyes: "I don't have anything now, aren't I very proud?" Why didn't Mr. Shen rush to report the good news to Miss Yang Yiyan? After speaking, without waiting for Shen Zhouyao to answer, she turned her head and continued to walk forward.

As soon as she took two steps, Qian Qian stopped again, she turned her head to look at Shen Zhouyao, who seemed to be a little lost, and a more cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "That's right!" I also want to trouble Mr. Shen to tell Miss Yang Yiyan, I won't let her go! I, Zhou An'an will not let her go!! โ€

He Zhaolan stood nearby and watched everything in front of him, he stood against the wall, and he didn't even dare to come over to talk to Qian Qian.

Qian Qian saw him, but walked past him blindly, and had no intention of talking to him at all. He Zhaolan didn't say a word, and silently followed behind Qian Qian. Qian Qian didn't care about him, and walked forward with his head stuffed with a heavy shopping bag.

When she arrived at the ICU waiting area, Qian Qian's mother was still like that, Qian Qian sighed, took out a bottle of water from her shopping bag, and squatted in front of her mother: "Mom, you drink some water." Don't worry, I've got you covered, I called my sister and she'll be back soon. โ€

Qian Qian's mother answered softly, but did not move. Qian Qian sighed and put the water on her lap.

Qian Qian stood up, took out two apples and a loaf of bread from his shopping bag and put them next to his mother, and walked towards the fat uncle.

She took out water and bread and handed them to Uncle Fat, and apologized in her mouth: "Uncle Fat, you can make do with some food first, I don't know if you are allowed to eat here, so I didn't dare to buy a boxed lunch or something." โ€

The fat uncle sighed and took the bread and water, and instructed Qian Qian: "Don't worry about me, you kid, you haven't eaten anything since noon, take care of yourself first." โ€

He Zhaolan, who was following behind Qian Qian, heard Uncle Fat's words, he took a step forward worriedly, and was afraid that Qian Qian would be unhappy, so he hurriedly retreated.

"An An," He Zhaolan looked at Qian Qian's eyes with a little pity, as if he was a big dog abandoned by his master, and there was a hint of caution in his tone: "You eat first, you have to drink milk, the ribs are not good to heal, you can't toss like this." โ€

Qian Qian didn't seem to hear it, she sat next to her mother, and stared at the door of the ICU quietly.

He Zhaolan cast his eyes for help to the fat uncle who had met once. The fat uncle sighed and walked out of the door of the ICU waiting room. He Zhaolan gestured to Shen Zhouyao with his hand, and the two silently followed behind the fat uncle's buttocks.

The fat uncle stopped and turned around, and first glanced at Shen Zhouyao, who he had never seen before, and the two outstanding young men stared at him with the same eyes, he thought that they were probably Qian Qian's friends. He sighed and comforted He Zhaolan first: "That...... An An's little boyfriend, don't mind, An An is in a bad mood, whoever encounters these things at home will not be in a good mood. โ€

"Fat uncle, my surname is Shen, and my name is Shen Zhouyao." Shen Zhouyao spoke first, and he pointed at He Zhaolan: "This is He Zhaolan, we are all friends of An An." Can I ask about Uncle Zhou? Also, the matter of An'an ......"

The fat uncle nodded, and told the two of them about the recent events in Qian Qian's family. Listening to Uncle Fat's words, Shen Zhouyao's face turned pale, he didn't expect that one of his phone calls would cause such serious consequences. He Zhaolan's face was also ugly, if it weren't for his selfish concealment from Shen Zhouyao, maybe it wouldn't have caused today's evil results.

But now, it's too late to regret it...... He Zhaolan and Shen Zhouyao were relatively speechless.

"Fat Uncle ......" Shen Zhouyao finally opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by a large ball of cotton, and it took a lot of effort to make a sound smoothly: "Can I ask, why did An An sell the piano?" โ€

"She sold the piano?" The fat uncle looked a little surprised: "I don't know! What's going on with this kid, don't even discuss it with anyone! I can probably guess why, Lao Zhou is in the ICU, and I heard the nurse say that it costs 10,000 yuan a day! โ€