She sat on a bench in the hospital hallway, her face bloodless, and she didn't know when the call on her phone would be hung up.

He Cheng's words echoed in his mind over and over again, over and over again, and after a while, his grandfather appeared lying on the hospital bed, with tubes inserted all over his body.

Shang Miao's throat seemed to be pinched tightly, and it took a lot of effort to even spit it out.

His face was cold and cold, and Shang Miao reached out and touched it a little numbly, touching some traces of water.

Is she crying?

Shang Miao looked at the wet fingertips.

Sheng Yu is right, she really thinks too highly of herself, so she thinks that just by relying on her, she can move He Cheng emotionally and make her grandfather better.

How is that possible?

Shang Miao's shoulders drooped, and the long hair in her ears fell down, blocking her vision and expression.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, and the familiar cold breath penetrated into the tip of Shang Miao's nose in the chaotic smell of disinfectant water.

She was stunned and heard Sheng Yu's cold voice: "You want to operate on your grandfather?"

Sheng Yu's words did not have the slightest tone, but Shang Miao slowly raised her head, she looked at him, and there was still a teardrop in the corner of her eye.

She raised her eyes to look at Sheng Yu, who had a cold expression, and her dark eyes revealed emotions that she couldn't understand.

He looked at her condescendingly, "Do you want to?"

Shang Miao was at a loss for a while, and her dazed brain slowly turned, and she asked Sheng Yu in a hoarse voice, "Your conditions?"

She just looked at Sheng Yu like that, her beautiful eyes lost the vividness of the past, like a bottomless cold pool, without waves and traces.

Sheng Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said casually, "This is your own consideration, why do you think I will help you?"

Shang Miao's face was already pale, and when he heard Sheng Yu's words, he didn't react, but he still looked at Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu's eyebrows moved slightly, staring at her for a moment, and then reaching out to pinch Shang Miao's chin.

His tone was light: "I'm not a philanthropist, Shang Miao."

The skin of his fingertips was gentle, and the hand that pinched Shang Miao's chin was also slightly forced.

Shang Miao had to raise her face according to his strength, and she understood what Sheng Yu meant. Look at the book

He will help her.

The premise is that she has to satisfy him and make him willing to help her.

After Sheng Yu left, Shang Miao stayed alone in the corridor for a long time before returning to the ward to see his grandfather.

I happened to see the nurse come to turn my grandfather over, and the old man was pushed around like a puppet by several nurses.

He was speaking very muffled now, and Shang Miao could only hear the sound of uh-huh-ah when he stood at the door.

It was sad to hear.

I can't bear to look at it anymore.

It wasn't until a few nurses got out of the ward that Shang Miao sorted out his mood and entered the ward.

Even if she was trying to prepare herself mentally during this time, every time she saw her grandfather like this, those psychological defenses that had been built couldn't help but collapse again.

When Shang Miao massaged his grandfather, he found that his nails had grown long, so he could only trim his grandfather's nails with nail clippers.

She looked at her grandfather's hands, the hands that had held her, combed her hair, and taught her to write, but now they were dry and stiff like a dead branch.

Shang Miao cut his grandfather's nails, but his vision suddenly blurred.

He Cheng's reprimand and Sheng Yu's humiliation, she could bear it.

But looking at his grandfather's already thin skin and bones, but there were still dripping hands on it, Shang Miao couldn't hold back the emotions in his heart anymore.

Why is this happening, why is it her?

Bean-sized tears fell on the back of his grandfather's hand, and the old man seemed to have a sense, looked at Shang Miao, and said hard, "Miao...... Miao."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to raise his hand to wipe Shang Miao's tears, but he couldn't lift it.

In the end, he could only keep repeating Shang Miao's name.

Shang Miao knew that her emotions were out of control, but now she really couldn't stabilize the surging sourness in her heart.

She will also be tired and unable to hold on.

But she couldn't help it.

She could only hold on, hold on.

Someone pulled his finger down, and Shang Miao felt his grandfather slowly writing in his palm.

I'm sorry.

Every time my grandfather shouted Miao, he wrote a word of sorry in her palm.

It wasn't until later, when the nurse reminded Shang Miao that her grandfather's mood could not fluctuate too much, that she slowly stabilized her mood.

It's just that her grandfather still holds her hand.

By the time my grandfather was appeased, it was already evening when he came out of the hospital.

Sheng Yu's phone just happened, Shang Miao's footsteps paused slightly, and as soon as she connected, she heard his cold voice: "GT, come over by yourself."

After he finished speaking, he hung up, not caring about Shang Miao's answer at all.

Shang Miao looked at the mobile phone with the screen off and stood in place for a while, and then drove to the GT bar without any emotion.

GT was opened by a young master in the circle, and the dance floor of the booth bar in the lobby on the first floor was lively.

On the second floor, there are several separately designated boxes, which are specially used for the daughters of these rich young masters.

Sheng Yu and the private room where they were often stayed, Shang Miao had just pushed the door in, and it happened that someone was opening champagne, and the foam that sprayed out just happened to splash a few points on Shang Miao's face.

The lights in the box were dim, she couldn't see where Sheng Yu was, and was about to quit to call him, when she saw that the lights in the entire box were turned on all at once, Shang Miao couldn't adapt to the light all of a sudden, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

Qi Song's casual and flirtatious voice suddenly sounded: "Yo, Shang Miao?"

When she opened her eyes, she saw Qi Song sitting on a high stool next to her, looking at her playfully.

"I thought I had a lot of backbone, why did Ah Yu call and you came over again?" He sneered and said, "You are so obedient, does Xie Xun know?"

When Sheng Yu called Shang Miao, Qi Song was on the side, so he knew that Sheng Yu called her over.

It's just that he still remembered what Shang Miao embarrassed him last time, so he deliberately ridiculed her when he spoke.

Shang Miao was in no mood to say anything to Qi Song, she only focused on Sheng Yu.

He sat in the corner, looking at his phone with a blank face.

Even Qi Song's words didn't attract half of his attention, and he didn't even raise his head.

Shang Miao didn't know what Sheng Yu was going to do, she only lowered her eyes and slowly walked towards Sheng Yu.

As if hearing footsteps, Sheng Yu was finally willing to raise his eyelids.

He glanced at Shang Miao, and his voice was low, "Aren't you happy to come over?"

Shang Miao really didn't have any expression on her face, she just came out of the hospital, and she was still worried about her grandfather's affairs, how could she have many emotions.

She asked Sheng Yu, "What are you going to do when I come here?"

Sheng Yu paused slightly, looked at Shang Miao with emotionless eyes, and then asked casually, "What do you say?"

Shang Miao understood that Sheng Yu was waiting for her to show her sincerity, after all, she was now asking him for her grandfather's business.

And Sheng Yu's meaning is obvious, and he has to be satisfied.

As for what kind of satisfaction she was, she speculated a little wildly in her heart.