Just as Zhuang Mingyue was about to leave the bathroom.

A person appeared in front of him, "Miss Mingyue!"

"Uncle Wang?"

Zhuang Mingyue knew when he saw him come to him that he should have something to say to her.

"Can you delay your time and speak in one step?"

Sure enough!

In the safety passage corridor, the voice-controlled lights light up, and the floor below was pitch black.

Zhuang Mingyue sucked and said, "Uncle Wang, are you doing something?"

"I hope Miss Mingyue will take a look at this."

Wang Fu took out a piece of paper, and Zhuang Mingyue opened it to a psychological medical appraisal report, which showed severe depression.

The test report time was more than a week ago.

Zhuang Mingyue looked at the name column several times and confirmed that it was Jiang Yushu.

Zhuang Mingyue's heart beat violently, "This...is this?"

But in the private room and at school, he obviously looked normal, and he was like a ok person.

"As Miss Mingyue saw, the eldest young master's illness has never been cured. Even so, no matter how much we advise the eldest young master to take medicine, he will refuse because of his busy work. The eldest young master has a bad temper. At a shareholders' meeting a few days ago, he was opposed by a shareholder because of project problems and attacked people on the spot. This situation has happened several times. If this continues, several other shareholders will propose to remove the eldest young master because of such a thing."

Zhuang Mingyue: "So... Uncle Wang, what do you want me to do?"

Wang Qi: "Please let the eldest young master receive treatment because he has come forward to help you so many times. Now no one can convince him except you."

Zhuang Mingyue frowned and hesitated: "Uncle Wang, you have been by his side for so many years, but you have not been able to persuade him. I and him are just a few sides..."

Wang Qiao: "Miss Mingyue is a smart person. The eldest young master has done so much for you. It is impossible for you not to understand the eldest young master's thoughts. Last time, the eldest young master made an appointment for the operation. He immediately got off the operating table and went to school when he knew something happened to you..."

"Miss Mingyue's words are explicitly prohibited by the eldest son from letting anyone tell you, but now I have to open this."

It turns out that he has done so much for me!

In addition to these, what did Jiang Yushu do for her?!

After a while, Zhuang Mingyue returned to the private room and sat heavily beside him.

He raised his eyes and met his gaze.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" His voice was very gentle.

He held her hand again, the temperature was very warm.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Zhan Yan saw the intimate behavior, an unknown gloom flashed in his eyes.

"I just washed my hands." Zhuang Mingyue got up and picked up the bowl in front of him, and served him some minced vegetable and meat porridge. He was originally ordered for him, but when he walked in, he still didn't eat it at all.

Everyone in the box looked at it all. Ying Yueyao looked like watching a show and said jokingly: "Mingyue, why are you so kind to my brother? You even served him porridge? Why don't you give me some? Are you a little too partial?"

Zhuang Mingyue lowered her head and felt a fierce look on her. She pretended to turn a blind eye and said, "If you want to eat, I will serve you too."

Ying Yueyao smiled and looked at Jiang Yushu, "Forget it, I don't dare to compete with my elder brother for favor. Brother, you should eat more today."

"Yueyao, don't talk too much."

"I know."

Zhuang Mingyue sat down, placed the bowl in front of him, and whispered: "Try to see if it's cold. If it gets cold, I'll let another bowl in the kitchen."

Jiang Yushu smiled, "Okay."

Ying Yueyao felt that she had eaten a wave of dog food deeply, and then turned her head to look at the person beside her, "Uncle Zhan, I will pick up food for you, eat more tremella and red date soup, and beautify your skin. It is absolutely impossible to tell that you are thirty years old."

‘Puchi’

Ye Fan, who was eating, sneered.

Ying Yueyao: "What are you smiling!"

Ye Fan quickly denied: "No, I'm not laughing, I'm just a little choking."

Ying Yueyao ignored her. She put the baby red date soup in front of the exhibition banquet, "You should try it if it's cold... If it gets cold... I'll make another bowl in the kitchen." She was talking like Zhuang Mingyue.

Zhuang Mingyue lowered her head, her ears were slightly red, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

She did this just because Uncle Wang said...

His condition worsened, and the medicine for treating depression was cut off, and he seldom eaten every day.

Indeed, Jiang Yushu helped her a lot, and Zhuang Mingyue was grateful to him.

Zhuang Mingyue couldn't help but shirk these small things.

Even in front of the banquet.

Everyone has an independent personality. She cannot always be a doll who is randomly fiddled with, and listen to everything he says.

At 9:30, Bai Yushu said to Zhan Yan: "Brother Zhan, I'm a little sleepy and want to go back first."

Zhan Yan raised his wrist and looked at the time, "It's really getting late, go back!" His tone couldn't tell his joys and anger, but it was a little colder than usual.

Bai Yushu didn't eat much, she was completely out of mind and didn't know what she was thinking.

Jiang Yushu said to Zhuang Mingyue: "It's really time to go back. You have class tomorrow, so I'll give it to you."

Ying Yueyao quickly answered: "Brother, just send Mingyue! I came in Uncle Zhan's car, and now I want him to take me back!"

She quickly took the arm of the Chan Banquet.

Jiang Yushu looked at her, as if waiting for Zhuang Mingyue's answer.

She received her eyes and snorted, "Okay... OK!"

Ying Yueyao: "That's a happy decision."

Then Zhuang Mingyue said again: "Ye Fan, I have called the driver for you and sent you back. Remember to be careful on the way back."

Ye Fan was too full, and several people lay on the chair to rest: "I understand, I'm long-winded."

Zhuang Mingyue followed Jiang Yushu and walked to the door. It took a while for Chen Feng to drive the car from the underground garage.

The wind blowing now makes people feel a little cold.

A coat soon appeared on the shoulders.

Zhuang Mingyue looked back and looked at the smoky gray suit: "You already have a lot of clothes on my side. I'm not very cold, you should wear them!"

Jiang Yushu's mouth curled with a faint curve, and his smile warmed a lot, "I'm fine. The clothes are long and I can pay them back in the future."

Zhuang Mingyue didn't say anything. She felt something in her pocket and touched it, "What is this?"

She took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and a metal lighter.

This lighter seems to be the same as that of Eno, but the color is different.

"You... aren't your body still cured? You'd better smoke less in the future! I'll keep it for you first and wait until you get better, and I'll give it back to you."

"According to you."

Jiang Yushu discovered that different people would feel differently in his heart if they said the same thing.

And the person in front of him will always be a special existence in his heart.

She was finally able to look at him!

She was not escaping either!

Mingyue... It would be great if you kept going like this!

Such goodness, just... only for me!
Chapter completed!