It only takes him half an hour to get from the company to his home, and now it has been two hours. She, who was already silent, has become even more silent now, letting Yuan Qing tease her from the side, the corners of her mouth
It can't be lifted anymore.
She didn't know why, but there was a faint feeling of uneasiness in her heart. It felt like something bad had happened. She reached out to cover her heart, which was gradually losing its rhythm, and her face turned pale.
After learning about this incident, Xiang Nan became a little worried. He quickly dialed Duanmu Xiu's cell phone, but was informed that the other party's phone was turned off. He quickly transferred the call to Ling Shaotian's cell phone. After the lengthy music sounded, he finally answered. Xiang Nan
He immediately said: "Shaotian, didn't the young master make an appointment with Xiyue for dinner? Why hasn't he come back yet? What is he doing?" Xiahou Xiyue's face gradually turned gloomy.
Ling Shaotian's suppressed hoarse voice came from the microphone: "Nan Nan, the president was attacked by a killer on his way back. He was shot in the body and is now being treated in the hospital."
Xiang Nan's breath stopped immediately and he exclaimed: "How could such a thing happen?"
Ling Shaotian took a breath and said: "It's not clear yet, but the president told me that I can't tell my wife about this matter. You should comfort her first and try to delay it as much as possible."
"Is the young master's injury serious?" Xiang Nan asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, the bullet didn't hurt his vitals, but the operation is a bit troublesome." Ling Shaotian comforted him.
"If anything happens to the young master, you have to call me and tell me as soon as possible." Xiang Nan said uneasily. If Xiyue hadn't been here, he would have gone to the hospital long ago.
"I know, don't worry, the president is very tough, he will be fine." Ling Shaotian said firmly.
"Yes, the president is very tough, he will be fine." Xiang Nan repeated his words, forcing himself to calm down.
Xiang Nan adjusted his emotions outside, put on a gentle smile on his face, and walked into the room.
I saw Xiahou Xiyue sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at the head of the bed. Their wedding photo, the soft afterglow falling on her back, felt indescribably cold and lonely.
Xiang Nan bravely walked over and lowered his voice and said, "Xiyue, the young master suddenly has something very important to do. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back to have dinner with you."
Xiahou Xiyue slowly looked back at him, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and asked in sign language: "Really?" Then she remembered that he didn't understand sign language, and a look of apology appeared on her face.
"What do you want to eat? I'll tell the cook to make it." Xiang Nan felt distressed when he saw her listless look, so he put the writing board and pen in front of her.
Xiahou Xiyue shook her head, took the writing board and pen, and wrote on them: "No, I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten much today, how can you not be hungry? The young master will be unhappy if he finds out." She was almost blown away by the wind, and it was really worrying that she hadn't eaten enough.
Xiahou Xiyue twitched the corners of her lips slightly, then picked up her pen and wrote again: "If you are unhappy with him, he won't know."
"It can't be like this. Why don't I tell the cook to make some of your favorite foods and wait until you're hungry to eat them." Xiang Nan made the decision for her.
