"Have you already decided? In fact, why bother?" Sun Feifei was at a loss. She could no longer control the outcome of this matter.
She was always a little unaware of herself when she was in the game, but Yang Xiaolan's blow to the head made her suddenly understand that Zhang Wufeng was gone. This person she couldn't control, even if she kept Yang Xiaolan by her side, she couldn't.
Change this fact.
Suddenly, Sun Feifei felt a little tired and her heart was tired.
"I have already made up my mind. I thought a lot in my coma, but in the end I realized that he has always understood me, but I don't understand him at all. I have always rejected the things he likes. I have always poured cold water on the things he is passionate about. Now
, I just want to calm down completely. Beautiful people have beautiful ways of living, and ugly people also have ugly lives."
Yang Xiaolan said softly.
Her words are more like talking in sleep, but they can deeply affect people's hearts.
"I can't promise you this, but no matter what you look like, my company welcomes you." Sun Feifei gave up her calculations and said sincerely.
Suddenly, she felt that she and this woman had some sympathy for each other. Inexplicably, a kind of emptiness that she had never experienced before suddenly arose in her heart. The sentimentality that did not belong to her but belonged to women seemed to have arrived inexplicably.
She held back the throbbing in her heart, and then sighed softly.
"Thank you, I still like you as you are now. When something belongs to you, Miss Sun, you should cherish it! Even, if possible, you should fight for it. You have fallen into it, but you can't extricate yourself." Yang Xiaolan
Said softly.
After she woke up, her indifference and calmness made even Sun Feifei sigh with palpitations.
Ups and downs make a person mature, but Yang Xiaolan's changes have exceeded Sun Feifei's expectations.
At this time, Sun Feifei nodded with some understanding and kept these words in her heart, but did not put them in the depths of her heart.
Yang Xiaolan seemed to feel something. She just sighed slightly and said nothing more.
There are some things that cannot be penetrated deeply into the soul without personal experience and personal experience. Even if others say a thousand words, if they cannot understand, they cannot understand. This has nothing to do with a person's intelligence or not.
Yang Xiaolan understood, but Sun Feifei didn't understand, but it was no longer possible for Yang Xiaolan to tell her a little bit more. She had already said everything that needed to be said.
Driving a Hummer, with Asan's "Leaves" playing in the car for no apparent reason, Zhang Wufeng felt very calm.
After leaving the Sun family villa, he felt relaxed. Without the intrigues and intrigues, he felt a real sense of relief.
Sun Feifei, this woman, can make him, a superman, feel liberated. The benefits are simply amazing.
Listening to Ye Zi's song again, he didn't feel sad, only comfortable and relaxed. It seemed that his mood was different, and the emotions expressed in the song were also different.
The Hummer came directly to Lijiang Advertising Company. As soon as the car stopped, a middle-aged man with a hearty smile was already standing at the door. This man was Fang Weiming.
Fang Weiming also had a relieved smile on his face. His hair had turned gray, and the vicissitudes of life on his face were shocking.
"Xiao Zhang, you're here!" Fang Weiming said enthusiastically. In his tone, Zhang Wufeng could hear gratitude, excitement and relief for the first time.
"Is it because Lao Fang doesn't know how to restrain himself, or have I become stronger? Can I already sense Fang Weiming's mentality?" Zhang Wufeng's thoughts flashed away, and then he realized that he had become stronger.
"Well, here we come. No matter what, I have to talk to you, Lao Fang, to catch up on old times. What a trick, Lao Fang!" Zhang Wufeng smiled jokingly.
"Xiao Zhang, this is my old man's fault. I won't explain much. Now that you are back, the Jade King must have almost reached his end. Whether he lives or dies, my life will be yours from now on!"
Fang said in a calm and serious tone.
"No, I can't afford it. You should forget it. I can't afford to offend you strong men who are strategizing and winning thousands of miles away. You'll have nightmares if I'm around you!" Zhang Wufeng said with a smile, leaning on the Hummer.
On the car door, he leaned on his legs and said with narrowed eyes.
That way, he really looks like a little gangster.
Zhang Wufeng didn't care what others said at the moment. He could do whatever he felt comfortable with without looking at other people's faces. This felt really good!
"Xiao Zhang, I know this makes you disgusted, but I am telling the truth. It is difficult for us Feng Shui masters to have friends, but I really treat you as a brother and a friend. This time
The matter has come to an end..." Fang Weiming said with shame.
Zhang Wufeng looked at his white hair and felt his sincerity from the bottom of his heart. He finally understood why Sun Feifei agreed to this so-called trip to Myanmar.
Indeed, according to Sun Feifei's words, these are all things that benefit others and ourselves, and are in line with the so-called "interests."
"I plan to go back to my hometown and stay for a while. If I really want to start a career in the future, I will come back to you then!" Zhang Wufeng said calmly.
"Okay! Then I, Fang Weiming, will leave this life to you!" Fang Weiming said very boldly, with this loud and clear tone, as if he had met his master again!
Although Fang Weiming also planned a conspiracy, this old man's words can still be believed! Without this knot, Fang Weiming is indeed a person who can be friends with.
"Is Suru here? I want to talk to her for a while and have a meal together at noon. I will go home in the afternoon." Zhang Wufeng stopped talking about this topic and mentioned Suru instead.
Only when facing Suru, Zhang Wufeng discovered that he could let go of many things.
This girl, as plain as water, can make his heart very peaceful.
"Suru became the director of the advertising department and went to the downtown advertising design department for training." Fang Weiming immediately replied with respect.
"Well, isn't that director Ye Xiaohui?" He has a very deep memory of this blushing rural girl who was laughed at by the bespectacled man Chen Dengke when he sang "The Love of Trackers". At that time, Ye Xiaohui sang Asang's "Loneliness Is Singing"
》, his voice was very pessimistic. At that time, he also asked Suru why this soft girl was so pessimistic... Now he naturally remembered this matter, so he asked in surprise.
Because this job is so good, whether it’s job-hopping or resignation, it shouldn’t happen.
"Well, I don't know what to say about this person. When you went to Tengchong, her home was hit by a flood and the house collapsed. Her parents were also in trouble. Her sister is still in the Union Hospital.
Lying down, it’s advanced renal failure, accompanied by metastatic myocardial calcification. Alas, it’s so difficult!”
Fang Weiming's words made Zhang Wufeng feel a little dazed. He suddenly thought of the time when his father was hospitalized.
Myocardial calcification, myocardial calcification, this kind of thing again...
"I heard that Dean Gu said that your medical skills are unparalleled. Can you help her? Ye Xi is only fifteen years old. She is of an average age..." Fang Weiming said with emotion and pleading.
"Take me to see her." Zhang Wufeng pondered slightly and nodded.
Although she only met Ye Xiaohui once, Suru felt like sisters to her. He had originally planned to go home and study the Yi Jing and Qingnang Jing carefully. If he could help, he would naturally help.
Fang Weiming just nodded gratefully and then got on Zhang Wufeng's Hummer.
Zhang Wufeng drove to Union Medical College Hospital, and in bed 3 of Ward 10 on the 13th floor, he saw the young girl who was already as skinny as a stick on an intravenous drip.
Fifteen years old, with a sallow face, deep-set eye sockets, hair like withered grass, and a skinny body...this is Ye Xiaohui's sister Ye Xi.
The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, and an inexplicable feeling of sadness spread in Zhang Wufeng's heart.
Ye Xiaohui fell asleep lying on the bedside. Even though her eyes were closed peacefully, they were still red and swollen, and the traces of tears on her face had not dried up.
"Uncle Fang." As if she felt someone coming, Ye Xi moved her head with difficulty, and then shouted softly.
The voice is hoarse, choked, pale and weak.
Fang Weiming nodded and did not speak loudly for fear of waking up Ye Xiaohui who was sleeping.
Zhang Wufeng also walked over silently. Beside the white sheets in the ward, there were three beautiful and lovely rag dolls. Among them, the big one, Meiyangyang, had a shy smile on his face. Isn't this what he gave to Su Ru?
Ru’s favorite kind of beautiful sheep doll?
On the bedside, there were a few shriveled steamed buns and a very old, orange-colored plastic bottle that had lost its label. The bottle contained tap water from the faucet.
"Ah, Mr. Fang, you came to see Xiao Xi again. It was so rude of me to fall asleep just now." Ye Xiaohui was suddenly awakened and stood up quickly, but stumbled. She hurriedly smoothed her bangs and opened her eyes.
He said apologetically with bloodshot eyes.
"Xiao Hui, you told me not to be polite to me. I brought you a doctor with high medical skills. Xiao Xi should be saved." Fang Weiming said kindly.
"Patient No. 3 in Room 10, go to the service desk and pay." A woman wearing a pink nurse uniform and a nurse cap opened the door and said loudly, then closed the door and left.
At this time, Fang Weiming immediately said to Ye Xiaohui: "Xiaohui, Zhang Wufeng is the doctor I mentioned. You tell him about your sister's condition first and let him think of a way. I'll go out first." Fang Weiming said without waiting for Ye Xiaohui.
If you say more, he will already walk out.
Obviously, he paid again.
Ordinarily, based on Zhang Wufeng's understanding, the amount Lao Fang paid at one time should not be small, and Ye Xiaohui should also have some savings. Such an unexpected lack of balance can only show that Ye Xi's disease is very costly.
Money may not cure the disease well.
"Brother Zhang, are you a doctor?" Ye Xiaohui asked with tears in her eyes, full of hope.
The red and swollen bloodshot eyes, the pale complexion, the messy hair, and the haggard look of Ye Xiaohui at this time, all make people feel irresistibly pity in their hearts.
