That night, Lin Qingyu tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, compared with his own emotional turmoil, what was more urgent at present was his mother's condition. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The best psychiatrist at Kyoto Hospital said that her mother's illness could no longer be treated in China, and the only way was to send her to an authoritative institution in the United States. The patients there are fully managed and do not need to be accompanied by family members after admission, and the cure rate for this disease is very high, but the cost is huge, and a course of treatment costs nearly one million.

One million, that is just a drop in the bucket for the Lin family in the past, and my father's annual investment in charity and public welfare is hundreds of millions, but it is an astronomical amount for the current Lin Qingyu. The only remaining luxury goods in my hand are indeed worth a lot of money when they are placed in famous stores, but once they become second-hand items, their value plummets, and it is fortunate that they can buy a CD at the original price, not to mention that they are all five years or even more old, and no one may want to buy them when they take them out.

Even if you don't eat your income after it becomes regular, you don't have to accumulate it all, and you have to save up to three years for one million medical expenses.

The only thought that was spinning in Lin Qingyu's mind all night was one million, how could he get one?

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Qingyu in the mirror had two big dark circles under his eyes, and he looked obviously sleep-deprived.

After hurriedly washing up as fast as he could, he hurriedly ran downstairs, and the minutes of waiting for the subway became so slow, he must rush to the company before Gu Junzhi went to work, and he couldn't give him a chance to pick and scold him.

At work at nine o'clock, Lin Qingyu stepped into the door of the company at half past eight.

Rushing into the office of the president's secretary, Lin Qingyu froze at his desk.

A large bouquet of roses is placed on the desk, blooming delicately, and it seems that you can smell the fragrance through the cellophane, and next to it, there is a beautiful gift box.

At that moment, looking at the roses in front of her, Lin Qingyu felt a sense of familiarity that had not been seen for a long time, as if she was in the sea of roses carefully designed by Gu Junzhi when he confessed to her for the first time, romantic, warm and so hot...... Every day after that, Gu Junzhi would send a large bouquet of roses to her, the roses were picked from Qingyuan, the rose workshop in the courtyard of the Gu family's villa, Gu Junzhi named it Qingyuan, and each rose in it was cultivated by Gu Junzhi himself.

Is this rose also picked from the Qing Garden?

Holding the bouquet of roses on the table, Lin Qingyu stood hesitantly in place and turned his head to look at the president's office.

Reason told her that she should rush in and return the roses, and told him that the two had broken up and it was impossible to do so, but the footsteps seemed to be stuck to the ground and it was difficult to move half a step, and the flowers in her hands were even more reluctant to put down.

Not only was she reluctant to let go, but she even embraced the rose into her arms like a nightmare, and sniffed the fragrance emanating from it deeply......

It wasn't until the door of the secretary's office was pushed open from the outside and a man walked in that Lin Qingyu realized that he was actually doing the opposite of his thinking.

This discovery made Lin Qingyu at a loss, and kept her original posture in a daze, looking at the man who was walking towards her, Gu Junzhi.

Gu Junzhi also looked at Lin Qingyu and the rose in her arms.

After a moment, Lin Qingyu came to her senses and regained her senses, she looked at Gu Junzhi with a little surprise: "You, just arrived at the company?" ”

Gu Junzhi nodded, his eyes locked on the rose in Lin Qingyu's hand.

Lin Qingyu looked down at the bouquet in his arms suspiciously: "Then, this rose...... Not you? ”