When Yin Tiansheng woke up, he felt refreshed and felt that all his energy and strength had returned.
"Ah... I had a really good sleep this time." Yin Tiansheng stretched, got out of bed, and stood at the window looking down.
Mosquito chuckled, "Boss, you are sick this time, which scared us, especially Brother Shoujiang. He was so anxious that he almost prescribed meat in the hospital yesterday. Hehe, the fever has gone away now, and I feel energetic now.
, we are all relieved too.”
Yin Tiansheng's huge body almost blocked the entire window glass. He frowned, "Eh? I wasn't dreaming, was it? Did Wu Xiaoya really come yesterday? How could I remember that she kept berating that she was hungry and wanted to eat bread with cheese? Is there such a thing?
What's going on?"
The vague warm feeling that belonged to Wu Xiaoya still existed.
"Yes! She is really here, and she has stayed with you for a long time. Thanks to her coming, your fever quickly subsided and you fell asleep later."
Yin Tiansheng frowned and thought, "Why did she come to the hospital?" How did she know that she was sick? Did she care about him and call him?
"Oh, Miss Wu was brought here by the third brother. Later, when Miss Wu was leaving, she wanted the third brother to take her back, but for some reason the third brother hid, so I sent a boy to take her back."
The mosquito was packing things and chattering, but Yin Tiansheng's brows furrowed more and more as he listened.
What's going on?
When Wu Xiaoya came to the hospital, it was Han Sen who brought her there?
It seems...in Wu Xiaoya's mind, Han Sen's status is far higher than her own.
Alas... Yin Tiansheng let out a long sigh as he looked at the scenery.
Just as he was thinking about the relationship between him, Wu Xiaoya, and Zhang Hansen, Zhang Hansen pushed the door open and walked in.
"Brother!"
"Oh? The third child is here." Yin Tiansheng responded calmly, "I heard from Mosquito, how long did you stay up last night?"
"Well, originally I said I was here for the night, but Mosquito insisted on letting me go back to rest. Mosquito was the most tired last night."
Zhang Hansen said very humbly, and Mosquito said gratefully, "I'm not tired. I slept here with the boss, and I slept well."
Yin Tiansheng nodded. He knew that these brothers had nothing to say to him. It was estimated that none of the people on duty had slept last night.
"I'm all fine now and will officially go to work in the afternoon."
Mosquito became anxious and said, "Boss, let's take another day off. What are you doing in a hurry?"
Zhang Hansen kept frowning slightly. Yin Tiansheng was the best at observing people's emotions, so he waved to the mosquito to let it out. Then he asked Zhang Hansen, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Zhang Hansen sighed. The boss's insight is really powerful. If you want to play tricks on him, there is no way.
"Boss, Jingjing has returned to China."
"Um...what? What you're talking about is..." Yin Tiansheng narrowed his eyes, a hint of displeasure rising between his brows.
"Well, that's her," Zhang Hansen sighed and nodded, "An Jingjing. An Jingjing returned to China and landed here today."
Yin Tiansheng immediately frowned and paced back and forth in the ward, muttering, "Why do you think she came back? She just went to France to relax. Alas...it's really not the right time to come back..."
Zhang Hansen was also anxious for the boss.
An Jingjing is back, An Jingjing is no ordinary person.
International airport.
An Jingjing wore a simple, elegant and noble camel coat, a pair of very charming big sunglasses on her small face, and walked out slowly, dragging a small red LV suitcase.
A capable young boy followed closely behind her, taking her suitcase and using his other hand to block the flow of people in front of her.
"Ms. An, our car is in the parking lot. We made arrangements yesterday. Should we go directly to the apartment or to the hotel?"
An Jingjing looked around and sighed slightly, "Oh, it's pretty much what I expected. This guy is always so arrogant that he can't see me. As expected, he didn't come to pick me up."
"Are you talking about Mr. Yin? I already called Mr. Yin's secretary yesterday, but I still haven't received a reply from Mr. Yin. Maybe Mr. Yin is too busy..."
"Needless to say, I understand that he has always been like this. In his life, there is only a man's world. Oh, forget it, it's not just a day or two, I won't argue with him. Okay, let's go first
Apartment."
An Jingjing covered her inner disappointment with a chuckle.
As expected, Yin Tiansheng didn't come to pick him up at the airport... Oh, can you not be disappointed? The two of them haven't seen each other for three years!
"Ms. An, the agency has prepared a meeting for you at the hotel. There will be many media interviews waiting for you. Look..."
"Well, then go to the apartment and change into a set of clothes for the media appointment. Alas, it's the same when you go back to China. There is no time to rest. When did domestic media reporters become so follow-up?"
"Haha, Miss An, it can only be said that you have been dormant in France for three years, but your reputation in the world has increased."
The hotel has long displayed red banners: Warmly welcome the internationally renowned writer to return to China safely!
An Jingjing, whose pen name is An Ran, started publishing her own poems and novels at the age of seventeen. She was rated as the most talented high school student in the country. Later she went to France to study and continued to study literature, and then published many articles.
It's somewhat famous.
**
Hongmei, Shoya and Wu Xiaoya all turned over their pockets. Shoya added up the coins one by one and counted them: "Seventeen yuan and eight, seventeen yuan and nine, eighteen and four... Hey, the three of us
Our total personal money is only eighteen yuan and forty cents, which is not enough to take a taxi to the Rose Garden Hotel. We haven’t had dinner yet, so why don’t we go and just have a bowl of rice noodles at the door?”
Wu Xiaoya knew everything, "Okay, I listen to you. It doesn't matter to me whether I go to the rose garden or not. Anyway, I don't want to go home and ask my parents for money. When I go back, I don't want to come out with Hongmei."
Live."
The eldest sister called her all day long and asked her to go home, but she always refused for one reason or another.
Hongmei stared down at her two good friends, "I say you two, you don't have any literary accomplishments. Respecting literature means respecting our own soul world! A great writer like An Ran has just returned from abroad. What a rare reader.
At the meeting, you can also get her autograph. You know, the writer An Ran is not a few years older than us. It is said that she is only twenty-three years old. She is very young. She is so promising. Isn’t it an example that we should follow?
"
Shouya rolled her eyes, grabbed Wu Xiaoya's cell phone, found Zhang Hansen's number from the contacts, and dialed it directly.