Mu Xiaocheng drove back to the compound, and as soon as she entered the gate, she saw a man wearing a long black down jacket standing under the street lamp.

The man was long, fair-skinned, almost sickly.

His facial features are three-dimensional, he looks a little mixed-blood, and the whole person looks a little weak.

The man was looking at the gate, expressionless, but giving people a melancholy and lonely feeling.

Mu Xiaocheng stopped the car, opened the door and went down.

She approached the man, frowned and asked, "Brother Yansheng, are you, are you waiting for someone?" ”

Song Yansheng.

Song Guiran's elder brother, the Song family.

He is also the chief designer in charge of the Song family's game industry.

Since childhood, his IQ has been extremely high, and he is a computer genius, of course, he is also called a genius by the people of the entire cloud capital.

It's just that such a genius, such a proud son of heaven.

But because he was frail and sick since he was a child, he could only stay at home every day, or ...... It's the hospital.

From childhood to adulthood, except for a few friends in the compound, Song Yansheng was accompanied by the computer.

Whenever she saw Song Yansheng, Mu Xiaocheng always felt that God was too unfair.

At the same time, I also feel distressed.

Such a distressing Song Yansheng shouldn't be like this. He should be as healthy and happy as they are.

When Song Yansheng heard Mu Xiaocheng's voice, he turned his head and said in a somewhat light tone: "No." ”

He's not waiting for someone.

"And what are you?" Mu Xiaocheng raised her eyebrows, she wasn't waiting for someone, what was she doing?

Song Yansheng lowered his eyes and suddenly smiled again.

The smile is a bit far-fetched and distressing.

"Come out and breathe."

Mu Xiaocheng has given Song Yansheng a nickname since he was a child, called Sick Beauty.

Although Song Yansheng is frail and sickly, he is good-looking, has excellent skin, and smiles, handsome and sunny.

Mu Xiaocheng nodded as if she didn't understand.

Breathe?

Actually, it's just going for a walk, right?

Brother Yan Sheng, how long has it been since he came out for activities?

"Ahem, ahem......"

Mu Xiaocheng was thinking about it, but saw Song Yansheng half-clenched his fist, pressed it to his lips, and coughed violently.

"Are you alright? Do you want to ......?"

Before she finished her words, she saw Song Yansheng's assistant Yang Pu coming over anxiously, holding something in the shape of a warm water bag in his hand.

"Young Master, why did you come out? The doctor said you can't blow the wind, it's too cold now, let's go back quickly. ”

As he spoke, Yang Pu handed the warm water bag in his hand to Song Yansheng, and nodded at Mu Xiaocheng to say hello: "Miss Mu." ”

Song Yansheng held the hand warmer bag and coughed a few times.

He turned his eyes and said to Mu Xiaocheng, "Go back and rest early." ”

The voice is a little hoarse, but the voice is very clear and good.

Mu Xiaocheng nodded vigorously: "Brother Yansheng, good night." ”

Song Yansheng smiled faintly, held a hand warmer bag, and walked towards the Song family's villa.

Yang Pu made a bow gesture to Mu Xiaocheng, and then hurriedly followed.

As he walked, he kept nagging.

Mu Xiaocheng looked at Song Yansheng's back and let out a long sigh.

Brother Yan Sheng is really miserable.

Sick again.

And it seems that he is in a bad mood.

The cold and melancholy look on his body makes people feel distressed.

Mu Xiaocheng kicked the pebbles under her feet a little irritably, and then got in the car and went home.

When they got home, Zhou Ningyi and Meng Yun were already asleep.

Meng Xunqian had a major operation and has not stepped down yet.

I guess I'll have to stay up late at night again.

As soon as Mu Xiaocheng entered the house, he received a WeChat message from Ji Huaishen.

Aurora: Are you home?