"It's a little smaller, just an adult, right? But it doesn't matter, my sister likes you as a cute little rich ...... Belch! ”

The sudden tightening of her neck made Qiu Yan realize that the person in front of her was not as easy to deal with as she imagined.

But what made Qiu Yan even more unexpected was that.

The fate of himself and the other party has been inseparable since then.

Wherever she has difficulties.

Just say hello to the other person.

The other party has always agreed unconditionally.

The efficiency was so fast that even Qiu Yan himself began to wonder if the little boss really took a fancy to him.

Otherwise.

Why would a businessman with a big family help a stranger who has never met him at any cost?

The business community is clearly the most important thing.

But I have to say that this feeling of being unconditionally maintained......

It's a bit of a sink.

And then.

Qiu Yan was a little curious about the identity of this little boss, she couldn't bear it, and quietly asked someone to check.

The information that may be found is too thin.

The only ones that worked.

It seems that it was all deliberately revealed by the other party.

In other words, the ones you find are what the other party wants you to know.

The other party doesn't want to let them know.

I didn't dig it out at all.

Busy work in vain.

This feeling made Qiu Yan feel a little frustrated.

But she's not someone who gives up so easily.

If you can't make a plan, you will have another record.

Qiu Yan actually started looking for someone to follow the small boss of this chaebol, and as a result, a huge discovery was made.

The other party turned out to be suffering from a heart attack.

The moment she took the medical record, Qiu Yan suddenly panicked more than ever, she looked at the medical record repeatedly, and her heart seemed to be hollowed out.

She doesn't like Yi Pengtian.

I don't like anyone either.

But for the gloomy girl, there is always a complex emotion.

She felt that it might be the mystery of the other party that attracted her curiosity, and as long as she explored the other party carefully, she would naturally not worry about it more.

Thereupon.

Qiu Yan began to take the initiative to move closer to the other party.

She will send things to the other party, but for some reason, the other party will always return the things ten times in a proud manner.

And so on.

Qiu Yan is no longer sending.

She sent things just to show favor to the other party, but the other party's attitude was more like comparing her wealth with her.

She didn't want to flaunt her wealth.

Anyway, it can't be dazzling.

So Qiu Yan thought of another way to get along with him-

She began to tell the other party to take her medicine.

But the fact that the other party is often too lazy to take medicine still often makes her angry.

Qiu Yan could only free up the time in his hands.

Let go of your eldest lady's temper.

Go to the other person's residence.

Personally serve each other to take medicine.

After a long time, I slowly got used to it.

She thinks that under her careful care, the other party will not say that her condition has improved, but at least she will recover faster than before, right?

However.

It was Qiu Yan who overestimated the other party's self-discipline.

The other party's daily life is almost without injections, and without taking medicine, without taking medicine, the sentence of refusing to treat and giving up treatment is vividly implemented.

Whoever comes.

None of them can be recovered.

So when Yun Feng was admitted to the hospital for the second time.

Qiu Yan began to panic.

She couldn't tell how she felt, but she knew she was willing to do whatever it took to make the other person live longer.

Yun Feng loves jewelry and extravagant things.

She spent all her time except working hours looking for it.

Pick and choose.

She was given a piece of jade.

In order to obtain this piece of jade, which symbolizes good luck, she ran around for five days and almost died suddenly because of it.

But now that it's got.

Does it mean that there is hope?

Qiu Yan sat on the chair opposite, looking at the girl sitting a little comfortably in front of her, as if she saw a beam of light in the thin early morning, which flashed small but clearly.

this world.

It didn't seem to be as annoying as she had thought.

Even if you don't want to.

The day of surgery is still coming.

If the operation can be successful, then everyone will be happy, if it fails...... Qiu Yan shook his head vigorously, throwing those ominous thoughts out of his mind.

Qiu Yan remembers it very clearly.

The afternoon before the surgery.

She was nervously pacing back and forth in the hospital room.

And the girl on the hospital bed did not have half of her worries and anxiety.

She clasped her hands together lazily, and her half-squinted eyes carried the eerie meaning of habit, always so unfazed, as if everything was under her control.

So this time, will it be safe and sound?

After all, Yun Feng has never disappointed.

I believe it will be the same this time.

Qiu Yan's anxious heart gradually calmed down, and when he smelled the bamboo fragrance on the tip of his nose, he seemed to feel a little drowsy.

The tiredness of many days of nervousness came to my head.

Swept the whole nerve at once.

But who knows when I wake up.

Everything fell apart.

The operation was unsuccessful.

Life is not like an idol drama, at least now it has no miracles, a death notice, Qiu Yan's life that has finally improved again into a trough.

That little bit of starlight in the dark.

extinguished.

"Hostess."

Qiu Yan stood stunned and heard Fugui's voice.

She grabbed the thin notice, turned her head a little, and her empty eyes reflected Fugui's somewhat apprehensive expression.

Fugui swallowed and handed over a folder.

"This is the boss...... Before leaving, I said I would leave it to you to take care of. ”

The folder is still very new.

I think it's only recently been done.

Qiu Yan stretched out his hand to take it.

It's heavy.

It is not stable to hold it in one hand at all.

The next second Qiu Yan received it, the folder fell directly to the ground, and he accidentally smashed his fingers.

Qiu Yan gasped, shook his hands, and turned the first page tremblingly.

Conveyancing of the property.

Page II.

Conveyancing of the property.

The next is about 50 or so pages, all of which are conveyancings.

Qiu Yan: "......" This pedal horse was bought in a market?

In addition to real estate, there are also some company shares and deposits, and the heart-wrenching numbers make Qiu Yan's hands almost unsteady in his hand.

She thought she would be rich in the future.

I never thought that the way to get rich was to inherit someone else's inheritance.

The last page of the folder is a cartoon sticker, which should have been given by the store when I bought the folder, and the cartoon sticker shows a meaty kitten, with its neck held high, and the words 'don't bother me' are written in cute font on the top.

A few words in common.

Qiu Yan's bitterness, which was already a little unstoppable, suddenly rushed out.

The business world knows it.

The daughter of the Qiu family came out of the ordinary, climbed into the chaebol, and got so much wealth that no one dared to think of without much effort.

But no one knows that Qiu Yan wants not that.

And what she wanted.

It's no longer available.

After becoming famous.

Qiu Yan did not inherit the Qiu family's minimalist and beautiful family tradition at all.

She loved luxury.

I lived in a house as big as a court all day long, with beautiful and gorgeous things, and a gorgeous carpet on the floor, and even when I ate alone, I had to prepare two portions of cutlery.

The goblet was filled with shallow milk, which seemed to have a gloomy tenderness.

Fifty years have passed in a flash.

Twilight is thick.

Qiu Yan sat in the still magnificent room, and the tears were as clear as the tip of a knife.

How much she wanted to be still forever in a moment that had been.

Sleeping between the galaxy and the fragrance of bamboo.

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