Shang Miao said a little bitterly.

Sheng Yu slowed down, and then asked her casually, "What, you want to help your mother come and borrow money?"

Although his tone was a little sarcastic, Shang Miao was a little relieved in his heart, at least Sheng Yu really didn't lend money to Li Yannan.

She lowered her brow and whispered, "Don't lend her money."

Sheng Yu paused slightly, and sneered lightly: "What about your great filial piety, gone?"

Shang Miao exhaled slowly, and her voice was very low: "Anyway, I hope you don't lend her money."

She didn't want to call Li Yannan again.

Shang Miao felt a chill in his bones when he heard her voice now.

So she could only come to Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu obviously didn't care, he snorted softly, his attitude was indiscerning.

But when Shang Miao was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly mentioned again: "Have you forgotten that Zhou Guobing will come out soon."

Shang Miao furrowed his brows.

There have been too many things in the past few days, and she really forgot about Zhou Guobing.

If he came out and remembered the scoundrel appearance of Zhou Guobing fighting at the gate of the hospital that day, Shang Miao pretended to be calm and said, "They will call the police."

Sheng Yu said, "Do you think your mother will call the police?" Look at the book

Almost without thinking about it, Shang Miao knew that it was impossible.

Li Yannan was so reluctant to let Zhou Guobing in, how could he be willing to call the police.

Shang Miao felt at first that Tao Tao was young, and they all said that she was a mother, and Li Yannan should not be so indulgent to Zhou Guobing even if she was for Tao Tao.

But it wasn't until yesterday that she realized that she had been thinking wrong.

Sheng Yu seemed to be busy with something, he lowered his tone and said coldly, "Hang up."

Shang Miao stood in place with his mobile phone, his eyebrows slowly furrowed.

As soon as Sheng Yu hung up the phone, he saw Zhang Tingan's WeChat message popping up, and there was only one sentence.

- It's all arranged.

Sheng Yu glanced at it, exited the chat box, and then swept Song Yinyin's message.

He clicked in and saw the photo sent by Song Yinyin.

The background on the photo, he can recognize where it is without Song Yinyin's reminder.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at the photo expressionlessly.

Then he quit WeChat and threw the phone back in his pocket.

Raise your legs and walk forward.

In the afternoon, it was still the same work, Shang Miao sorted out the information, and listened to Xie Xun and them plan the lighting problem by the way.

Song Yu saw that Shang Miao had been buried in tidying up, and couldn't help but call her: "Sister Shang Miao, you can also come over and listen together, it's not good to work with your head buried all the time."

Although Shang Miao is in turmoil, he will not bring his personal emotions to work.

She waved her hand, "I still have a little."

Xie Xun said, "There is still a little more, then come back later, don't you really want to learn planning?"

Shang Miao couldn't excuse himself anymore, so he got up and went to sit down at the coffee table.

Xie Xun glanced at her: "No, you can ask questions at any time."

Shang Miao nodded, thought for a moment and asked, "You still know about circuit planning?"

"Lighting is a very important part of the exhibition, and the atmosphere, mood, and meaning of the exhibits need to be adjusted by lighting." Xie Xun explained to her as he took out a piece of scratch paper from the table and pointed it out to her, "For example, the chasing light in the middle of the hall must be the center."

Shang Miao understood, and listened to them discuss other issues until they talked about the theme of this exhibition.

Song Wei suddenly asked Shang Miao, "Sister Shang Miao, which company do you work in?"

"Linghua."

Song Yu sighed and said in admiration, "It's actually Linghua's, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Shang Miao asked him, "Do you know Ling Hua?"

"Well, my uncle has also been a venture capitalist, and I heard him mention that he is a new upstart in Jinnan."

Shang Miao looked at the scratch paper on the table and didn't make a sound.

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In the past few years, it has indeed been overwhelming, but at the beginning, Linghua was just a test that Sheng Canghai threw to Sheng Yu.

When Sheng Yu first took over Linghua, Linghua's situation was actually very bad.

Shang Miao watched him step by step to get to where he is today.

At that time, Sheng Yu was not as decisive as he is now, and the fledgling young master, no matter how good his family background was, he couldn't stand a lot of difficulties.

It's just that Sheng Yu is ruthless enough to himself.

Shang Miao's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden laughter, and she raised her eyes to see Song Yu blushing, being teased.

Xie Xun watched from the side, and he knocked on the table: "Enough is enough, continue to work."

The next question to be discussed is not something that Shang Miao can understand. She continued to go back and compile her information.

Things are messy and messy, and it's really cumbersome to sort out.

Fortunately, when Shang Miao was in the secretariat a few years ago, the most he did was to sort out documents for Sheng Yu, so it was still in order.

By six o'clock in the afternoon, Shang Miao was basically the same.

She showed it to Xie Xun, and Xie Xun said, "Sure enough, it's right to specialize in the art industry."

Shang Miao picked up the bag and was about to leave, Xie Xun was about to send her, but suddenly received a call from a customer to say something.

Shang Miao nodded at him and went out by himself.

Leaving the lively atmosphere in the room, Shang Miaoqiang's composure immediately collapsed.

However, as soon as I entered the elevator, the mobile phone in the bag rang suddenly, which seemed particularly urgent in this quiet space.

Shang Miao paused, and then frowned.

It was the director of the nursing home who called, and as soon as Shang Miao connected, he heard the director's panting voice: "Miss Shang, Old Man Li suddenly fainted."

Shang Miao subconsciously thought of Li Yannan, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Why did you faint suddenly?"

"The nurse said he answered a phone call, and his emotions suddenly became agitated, and by the time he found him again, he had already fainted."

"Miss Shang, you still have to be mentally prepared." Dean Chen Tong's voice said, "Old Man Li seems to have signs of a stroke."

Shang Miao hoarsely said, "I'll go back to Jinnan immediately."

The dean's phone hung up, and Shang Miao immediately booked a ticket for himself to the nearest flight back to Jinnan.

When he arrived in Jinnan, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and Shang Miao didn't dare to stop, so he rushed directly to the sanatorium.

Fortunately, the sanatorium was next door to the city hospital, and when Shang Miao passed, the director was waiting outside the ward.

Seeing her coming, the dean immediately greeted her: "Miss Shang, you are here."

Shang Miao asked, "How is my grandfather?"

"It's not good, the old man himself is not in good health, this time he was emotional, his blood pressure and heart rate were overloaded, although the doctors in the nursing home rescued him in time, but it was still not ideal."

Shang Miao's face was very cold, she pushed open the door of the ward, and saw her grandfather sleeping on the bed with an oxygen inhaler.

It looks like it's a lot older.

Shang Miao walked over gently, and he lifted his drooping eyelids and stretched out his withered and thin right hand at Shang Miao.

His lips were closed together, but nothing came out.

Shang Miao took his hand and called, "Grandpa, I'm back."

"Miao......" The old man's tone was very thin, and Shang Miao could only lean over to hear his voice.