There was a buzzing vibration in his pocket. Meng Yanchen reached out and took out his phone from his pocket and pressed the call button.
"Hello……"
"President, this is Gordon. I have a dinner with Director Li of Jiangyang Group at six o'clock tonight. I want to confirm whether the president will attend as planned?" Gordon has always been Meng Yanchen's most capable assistant. He seems to be
He is dull and dull, but he not only knows how to advance and retreat, but also has a very strong working ability.
Without thinking, Meng Yanchen said: "Gorden, the dinner tonight is cancelled..."
"Well, okay, I understand... President, is there anything else you need me to deal with?"
Meng Yanchen's eyes deepened: "Gorden, go check Chu Jingwu's family background and physical condition, and help me find a kidney that matches his body. I don't care what the cost is, or how much financial resources it costs.
Just get it!" In front of his eyes, Chu Qiao's crying face seemed to be full of tears. It was obvious that he was not the one crying, but looking at her sad look, he couldn't just sit back and ignore it.
.
"Okay, President, I will get it done as soon as possible!"
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the time displayed on his phone. It was already six-ten. He stood up, walked outside the ward, and looked into the ward through the glass window.
Chu Qiao took the liquid food and brought the straw to Chu Jingwu's mouth. Her eyes were red and swollen, as swollen as a pair of pecans, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She carefully held the habit steady.
Allowing uncle to easily inhale these liquid foods.
In late autumn, at six o'clock, it was completely dark.
She seemed to have rushed to the hospital right after her lunch break. She must have not eaten lunch, and she had been staying with her uncle and had not eaten dinner. Meng Yanchen pursed her thin lips tightly, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in her eyes. He seemed
I somewhat understand why Chu Qiao's physical examination report contains an additional item of malnutrition... She tries hard to do everything well and is kind to the people around her, but she only doesn't know how to take care of herself...
He frowned, put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and left the hospital.
Meng Yanchen did not go far, but drove around the hospital and saw a Qiqi porridge shop. He parked the car on the side of the road, walked into the porridge shop, and bought two bowls of hot mushroom and shredded chicken porridge.
.
?Chu Qiao fed her father some liquid and then tucked him in. His body was very weak, and he was only supported by some medicine and a nearly failing kidney remaining in his body. His complexion would look gray.
, even a little yellow. In fact, before my father got sick, he was actually chubby! However, an illness made him lose weight quickly.
Chu Qiao slowly walked out of the ward and saw Meng Yanchen sitting on the bench nearby.
"Chu Qiao..." Meng Yanchen's eyes fell on Chu Qiao and she said.
"You, why haven't you gone back yet?" Chu Qiao's almond-shaped eyes widened. She never thought that he would sit outside the ward with her all the time. When she thought of the way she cried in his arms at noon, her gaze
Naturally, she looked at his chest, only to find that the formerly straight part had become wrinkled. She just resented Meng Yanchen in her heart, but did not hate him. Thinking about it, she said softly: "Meng Yanchen,
Thank you for today!"
"You haven't had dinner yet?"
"It doesn't matter, I'll go to the supermarket downstairs later to buy a pack of instant noodles and soak them in it!" Chu Qiao rubbed her temples and said casually.
"Instant noodles?" There was a hint of anger in Meng Yanchen's voice: "How can you eat such a non-nutritious thing? You have to drink porridge, I bought porridge!" As he said this, he stubbornly walked from the side of the table.
On the chair, pick up two white paper bowls.
"Drink porridge?" Chu Qiao couldn't accept Meng Yanchen's sudden overture. Looking at Meng Yanchen, she felt like looking at an alien. He had always been domineering and cold towards her, but now he was rarely gentle.
, such tenderness made her heart feel warm, but she felt that this feeling was stolen by herself and was not real at all.
"What? You don't want to drink?" Meng Yanchen raised his eyebrows, and the smile at the corner of his mouth faded for a moment.
"No, no!"
"You still don't want to take it? Do you want me to bring it to you with my own hands and feed it to you?" Meng Yanchen had a cold face, there was no smile in his phoenix eyes, and his tone returned to his original tone.
Chu Qiao took the porridge and sat down across from Meng Yanchen. The temperature of the porridge spread from the palm of her hand. It was not very hot anymore, but the warmth made her cold hands feel warm.
"Sit next to me!" Meng Yanchen looked at the space between Chu Qiao and him, and always felt it was a bit annoying. He was not a stranger, so why did she refuse to sit next to him. Thinking about it, his tone was already
It has a strong flavor.
Chu Qiao turned her head, glanced at Meng Yanchen, and curled her lips: "There's nothing good about sitting together. A seat in the middle is more comfortable!"
Meng Yanchen was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Chu Qiao to reject him: "Are you coming over?"
"But come here..." Chu Qiao had already torn open the seal of the porridge.
"If you don't come over, I'll go over..."
When Chu Qiao heard Meng Yanchen's words clearly, she found that he was already sitting next to her. She glared at Meng Yanchen, said nothing more, took out the small spoon from the package, and drank the porridge.
Porridge with shredded mushrooms and shredded chicken. The rice is very fragrant and glutinous. A simple bowl of porridge can iron out the cold cells in her stomach. It’s not that she’s not hungry, she just didn’t notice that she was hungry. It was after drinking a little hot porridge that she realized that she was hungry.
I'm actually really hungry.
Meng Yanchen watched Chu Qiao eating porridge, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He put his bowl next to Chu Qiao's bowl, and used a spoon to put the shredded chicken and mushrooms into Chu Qiao's bowl.
inside.
"Meng Yanchen, what are you doing?"
Meng Yanchen was not used to explanations and did not want to explain his abnormal behavior: "I don't like chicken and mushrooms. It's a pity that I'll give them all to you..." After finishing the meal, he took his bowl back and ate it.
Got up.
Chu Qiao's hand holding the spoon paused and she murmured: "Thank you..." This was his way of caring about her. She picked up the spoon and drank the porridge in the bowl one mouthful at a time. Why did he treat her so badly?
Why? In fact, it was just pity for her family and her life experience. But it was difficult for her to put this simple concern in the right place... Why did he come back every time when she wanted to give up?
Want to keep her warm?
After finishing the porridge, Meng Yanchen sent Chu Qiao home. Chu Qiao wanted to go back to Xiaoya's house, but Meng Yanchen insisted on sending her to the apartment where they went last time.
Sitting on the soft Simmons, Chu Qiao lowered her head and wrung her fingers. She had just finished taking a shower in the bathroom, and now it was Meng Yanchen's turn. The bathroom and the bedroom were actually only separated by a wall, and the sound of running water could pass through it.
The layers of walls were faintly conveyed.
She had heard a saying before that men are animals that rely on their lower body to think.
Sure enough, the purpose of Meng Yanchen bringing her here was just to let her go to bed with him. It was just to go to bed with her, right? Chu Qiao unbuttoned her shirt one by one.
, revealing his smooth and white skin.
She did not grab the quilt on one side and cover herself up as usual...
When Meng Yanchen walked out of the bathroom, what he saw was Chu Qiao's exposed skin, which was snow-white and even had a bit of peach-like pink in it. Almost at the same time, his desire was ignited. Yes, he
Really obsessed with her body.
He was obviously not a young boy who had never had sex with women. He had sex with countless women. However, even though he had fallen in love with Chu Qiao several times, he still longed to be obsessed with her beauty.
Desire settled in his eyes bit by bit, his heart beat faster, and his lips felt dry. The urge to want her was so strong!
He walked up to Chu Qiao with a quick stride. Chu Qiao could feel a dent in Simmons who was very close to her. His breath was turbid and heavy, carrying a smell unique to men that hit her nostrils. She slowly
Slowly closing her almond-shaped eyes, a wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. He was really kind to her today, why not repay him with her own body?
She held her breath, waiting for Meng Yanchen to move as usual. However, suddenly, she felt that her body was wrapped in a thin quilt.
She heard his hoarse voice: "Go to sleep! I won't touch you today!"
Chu Qiao was startled. Meng Yanchen's eyes were clearly aroused, and even her voice became hoarse. Her fingers gently rubbed the smooth thin quilt, and she looked at him with doubts and confusion in her eyes.
meaning of inquiry.
"What? You don't believe it? I said I won't touch you if I don't touch you today!" Meng Yanchen raised his eyebrows, his eyes moving: "Go to bed quickly, don't look at me like that again! Look at me like that again
, I don’t know if I can keep my words or not?”
Seeing such an irritable Meng Yanchen, Chu Qiao smiled inappropriately. The way he spoke now was like a young lady who was having trouble with her mother. She clearly wanted to eat sweets, but she still had to hold back.
When Meng Yanchen saw the smile on Chu Qiao's lips, his face turned red and he looked even more angry.
Chu Qiao glanced at him, cleverly pulled up the quilt and wrapped herself up: "I'm going to sleep!" After saying that, she fell on the bed.
Meng Yanchen turned off the light and lay next to Chu Qiao.
In fact, Chu Qiao didn't fall asleep at all. Just because she didn't cry didn't mean she wasn't sad. Her father's illness was always a big stone weighing on her heart. What should she do now? Originally, she still had goals that she could work hard to achieve.
But now, she doesn't even have a goal to work towards... Could she just wait helplessly with her father?
Suddenly, he felt a pair of big hands hugging her tightly through the quilt, as if sighing: "I'm here..."
With him here, such tenderness and intoxication, she felt that it was just a dream of spring breeze. At the end of the day, she was tired and fell asleep in a daze.