Shen Ruiwen led Qianxing to a private elevator and quickly went upstairs to Shen Wangjin's ward.
It wasn't until he reached the door of the ward again that Zhuang Yibo called Shen Ruiwen again: "Mr. Shen."
Shen Ruiwen turned back to look at her, and she said softly: "Why is he hospitalized? Is there something wrong?"
"About this, Miss Zhuang should talk to Mr. Shen personally."
After Shen Ruiwen finished speaking, he helped her open the door in front of her.
As soon as he raised his eyes, Zhuang Yibo saw the man sitting in the room again.
He was still sitting on the same sofa as before, and his position and posture seemed to have not changed, but the light in the room was much darker, and half of his figure was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.
Zhuang Yibo's heart froze again.
In fact, she couldn't remember how long it had been since she saw him. That startling glance just now and her staring eyes at him made her whole body stiff and cold, but she finally walked in little by little.
The door was quickly closed.
There were only two of them in the dark room, one sitting and one standing.
She stood by the wall, like a child who had done something wrong, while he sat on the sofa. After a long time, he finally raised his eyes to look at her. When he spoke again, his voice was low: "Aren't you going to sit down?"
That tone was strange and calm.
This is the tone he should give her.
Zhuang Yibo's chaotic brain seemed to have finally calmed down a little. She looked at him and slowly shook her head, "Qianxing is still waiting for me down there, I won't sit down anymore."
"Well." He responded, his eyes fell on her, and after a pause he said, "We haven't seen you for a long time. Are you so scared when you see me again?"
Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but stiffen her body. She stood there, even the curvature of her shoulders and neck became a little unnatural, but she didn't even notice it.
She just looked at him, trying to suppress the surging emotions in her heart.
"Are you..." she tried to speak calmly, "are you sick?"
Shen Wangjin lowered his eyes lightly and remained silent for a long time without replying. When he spoke again, he asked: "How long has it been that boy downstairs?"
Zhuang Yibo was startled, obviously not understanding the meaning of his question.
"Like it very much?" Shen Wangjin asked again.
Zhuang Yibo was stunned again, and then he finally realized something belatedly.
Is he talking about Yu Yi?
But why does he ask these questions?
She couldn't figure it out or figure it out, so she didn't know how to answer.
"That's right." Shen Wangjin chuckled, "Young, handsome, and a doctor, he is a pretty good candidate. Are you ready to develop further?"
Zhuang Yibo pursed his lips uncontrollably, his throat was sore, but he was still speechless.
"Are you serious?" Shen Wangjin asked again.
His answer was still silence.
Shen Wangjin then raised his eyes again and looked at the person in front of him for a long time, "Are you mute? Or am I just that scary?"
She also looked at him, her lips still tightly closed.
She is not mute, but he is really scary.
It's not like Zhuang Yibo hasn't thought about the situation when they meet again. Although every time, she only dares to think about it a little bit, but no matter what kind of thing it is, it's not as weird as it is now.
"Speak." Shen Wangjin said in a low voice, "As long as you tell me that you are serious, I will bless you."
Zhuang Yibo was still leaning against the wall. When he finally opened his mouth, tears fell first.
She looked at him and still repeated the previous question: "Are you... sick?"