When Shen Ruoyuan passed by the water's edge, it was already sunset and the breeze was gusting, but he still walked hotly, so he simply kicked his shoes, took off his coat, and jumped off the pool!

The cold pool water did not dispel the "distracting thoughts" in his mind, and along the way, he was thinking again and again, what would Lin Jiazhi do when he left the meeting with Hao Xinqing in his arms?

Public opinion has turned the world upside down, and they still dare to "commit crimes against the wind" and travel to the Flame Island together, which shows that the relationship is extraordinary, what else can they do?

The beach by the sea, of course, a candlelit dinner, and then—

Damn it!

Imagination flew uncontrollably, his mind was full of restrictive pictures, and Shen Ruoyuan plunged into deeper water.

But I still don't feel enough, not enough, and I want to dive deeper, deeper, as if I want to drag someone into a deep hell!

At this time, someone above seemed to be shouting: "Young Master—Young Master—"

Is it cold inflammation?

Shen Ruoyuan hurriedly twisted his body, pierced through the water with agility, and made a "bang" sound, which frightened the young man on the shore.

That's right, it's cold inflammation.

He stayed for a few seconds, then hurriedly ran over and shouted into the water: "Young master, what are you doing?" ”

"If you have something, just say it!" Shen Ruoyuan was slightly impatient.

It's not all because he's in a bad mood, but he's always been not very fond of cold heat.

It is true that this young man, who started as a junior staff member and became the chairman's personal secretary in less than five years, is very good and conscientious. But Shen Ruoyuan always felt that under Leng Yan's gentle eyebrows, there was always a trace of yin qi.

And this man is not as humble and docile as he appears.

Of course, men should have ambitions, and they can also have cities, but Leng Yan seems to be more than that.

"Sir, sir, is not doing well!"

At this moment, Shen Ruoyuan didn't dare to hesitate any longer, immediately swam to the shore, put on his shoes wet, and ran quickly to the manor, all the way to the door of Shen Yijue's bedroom.

"Daddy!"

There were two people standing at the head of the bed.

One of them was a maid, seeing Shen Ruoyuan's strange appearance, she lowered her head timidly, and within a few days of going home, the young master looked so "personal" not once or twice.

The other person was dumbfounded, and his reading glasses slid directly down the bridge of his nose.

"If, Ruoyuan?" He screamed tentatively.

This tall, thin and elegant old man in his sixties is a good friend of Shen Yijue and a family doctor of the Shen family, Zhong Heming.

He watched Shen Ruoyuan grow up, but he wasn't sure, the man in front of him who was disheveled and still dripping water from top to bottom was really the handsome, elegant, and smart child in his impression?

"Uncle Zhong!" Shen Ruoyuan casually agreed and threw himself in front of the bed.

Shen Yijue was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his breath was very weak.

"Dad? Father? He called twice, but did not answer, and then pulled the bell and Ming, and asked, "How is my father?" Do I need to be taken to the hospital right away? ”

"I just gave him an injection, his current situation, alas, ......" Zhong Heming sighed, seemingly embarrassed.

"If you need to be sent to the hospital, if you need surgery, go immediately, don't listen to him!"

"I'm not dead yet, you dare to do it, be your master?" A weak voice came from his ears, but his tone remained stubborn.

"Daddy!" Shen Ruoyuan hurriedly turned around and held his father's hand.

"Boy, do you want me to die on the operating table, so that you can repay your debts and not have an heir?" Shen Yijue said while gasping and laughing intermittently.