Chapter 165: Seeing people and thinking about people
After hearing Nian Nian's words, Jiao Yuyan became angry with Chen Qiye.
"Nian Nian, good job!"
Chen Qiye gave Niannian a thumbs up.
"Humph, dad, you can't cheer up. You can only cheer up, mom. You can't cheer up, and you can't scold or hit mom, otherwise Nian Nian will be angry!"
Chen Qiye, who felt relieved a moment ago, suddenly felt bad.
"Haha, my Nian Nian still knows how to hurt people." Jiao Yuyan picked up Nian Nian and kissed her heavily on the face, making Nian Nian giggle.
Chen Qiye felt tired and fell asleep.
Forget it, let's go wash the dishes.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Jiao Yuyan and Niannian had already returned to the room, but this time the door to the room was open. At this time before, Jiao Yuyan had already closed the door.
Looking from outside the door, Niannian was already lying down to sleep. Jiao Yuyan covered her with a quilt and read a book by herself.
Under the light of Jiao Yuyan, her skin becomes whiter and whiter, like white moonlight, which can be broken by a blow. After being tempered by the Qi Restoration Pill, no flaws can be seen on her skin.
Even if you stay up late, you don't have to use any skin care products to avoid dark circles.
As if aware of Chen Qiye's gaze and Jiao Yuyan's gaze, he looked outside and met Chen Qiye's eyes.
For a moment, her pretty face turned red, even if she turned off the light or went to sleep.
This guy actually dares to look at it?
Jiao Yuyan saw Chen Qiye out of the corner of her eye and felt ashamed and annoyed.
Looking up again, she found that the other party was still looking at her. Worried about waking up Nian Nian, Jiao Yuyan said with lips: "You stinking gangster, are you still looking?!"
Today, she was wearing suspender pajamas, with two exposed pink arms, and her already curvy figure became even more proud and erect.
Chen Qiye said nothing, turned around and sat on the sofa, but did not fall asleep either.
For some reason, Jiao Yuyan looked at Chen Qiye's back and felt a sudden pain in her heart. She gently got out of bed and walked to the living room, where she saw Chen Qiye sitting and looking outside.
The moonlight tonight is not bright and is a bit hazy. When it shines on the glass, it looks a bit blurry, as if the entire night sky is covered with a black veil.
"What's wrong?" Jiao Yuyan looked at Chen Qiye and asked softly.
"I don't know where your sister is." Chen Qiye said.
"My sister..." Jiao Yuyan was silent. After a moment, she said softly: "She is already dead. She died after giving birth to Niannian."
"No, she's not dead, I can feel it." Chen Qiye shook his head.
There were some things he didn't want to talk to Jiao Yuyan about investigating Jiao Yuruo's whereabouts for the time being.
Jiao Yuyan wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. She had always felt that Chen Qiye was a scumbag who had disappeared for three years for no reason without caring about her sister's life and death.
But as the past six months passed, she began to doubt her own opinion.
Before her sister died in childbirth, she told herself that Chen Qiye loved her very much and that if he couldn't show up, he must have encountered some difficulties and couldn't leave.
At that time, Jiao Yuyan was very angry, angry that her sister was still speaking for this scumbag even before she died.
But now, she is also a little unsure.
"You go back and rest, I'll be alone for a while."
Chen Qiye thought of Jiao Yuruo when he saw Jiao Yuyan reading a book before. He remembered that at Yenching University, Jiao Yuruo liked to read, and he had to go to the library every time to find her.
Unlike other children of the family, Jiao Yuruo was never proud or ostentatious. Even as the school belle of Yanjing, she would not throw away a love letter in person.
The most high-profile time was when Lin Shan brought many roses to confess to her. Jiao Yuruo walked up to Chen Qiye in front of everyone, hugged him affectionately, and told Lin Shan that she already had a boyfriend.
How could Chen Qiye forget such a woman? How could he forget her?
It's impossible to forget.
The silk threads of the willows are made soft, and the wisps of smoke are woven into sorrow. Before the rain on the crabapples, the pear blossoms first snowed, half of the spring break.
Nowadays, it is difficult to recall the past, and I wander around the Qin Tower in dreams. My lovesickness is only on the lilac branches and the cardamom tips.
What Chen Qiye didn't know was that Jiao Yuyan didn't close the door when he returned to the room, nor did he sleep. Instead, he looked at Chen Qiye's back, wondering what he was thinking.
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Qingzhou People's Hospital.
The door of the operating room opened, and several nurses pushed the patient's bed. Lying on it was none other than Song Yang.
From the time he was sent to the hospital, Song Yang's surgery lasted for five or six hours. The location was too special. If he was not careful in a place like his throat, he might become mute.
Not to mention the existence of such things as the trachea and tongue.
In addition to the heart, the throat is the second vital organ of the human body.
In addition, Song Yang's identity is so special that the attending doctors do not dare to neglect him as the future leader of Song Group in Qingzhou City, and the psychological pressure is also extremely high.
"Doctor, how is my son?"
As soon as the door of the operating room opened, a woman in gorgeous clothes came over quickly.
"Mrs. Song, Mr. Ling's operation was very successful, but..."
"Just what?"
The woman's face instantly turned ugly, and she stared at the doctor who was speaking.
The doctor suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
This woman is Song Yang's mother and the wife of Song Quan, the head of the Song Group. To a certain extent, this woman is more terrifying than the two men in the Song family.
"It's just that Young Master Ling's throat is still hurt to some extent. He has received a little trauma. In the future, his speech and pronunciation may, maybe be a little..."
The doctor didn't know what to say.
"If you have anything to say, just say it. I, Song Quan, will not implicate innocent people."
At this time, a serious-looking man walked up to the side and said something loud and clear.
You don't need to listen to the name to know that the other party is Song Quan, the leader of the Song Group, Qingzhou TV station, and even China's official TV channel. The other party has appeared many times.
It can be said that he is a celebrity.
Song Quan even opened his mouth, but the doctor didn't dare to cover it up any longer.
"In the future, Mr. Ling's pronunciation may be more feminine. This is because the vocal cords were slightly affected during the operation. However, this is also an inevitable problem. The position of the coin is too tricky. If we don't do this,
Over time, the young master's vocal cords will be completely damaged, and then..."
The doctor didn't say anything else, but Song Quan also understood that if he waited any longer, his son would become mute.
"Wha, what? You mean, my son will be a sissy in the future?!"
The woman next to her, Song Yang's mother, had an extremely ugly look on her face after she realized what she was doing.
He is just a son and the future leader of the Song Group. If he becomes a sissy, where will he put his face?
"Why panic? I'll use a voice changer at worst!" Song Quan shouted, "This time can be regarded as a lesson to him. As the only adulterer of the Song Group, he spends all his time enjoying himself. How can I safely hand over the Song Group to him in the future?
he?"
The woman became anxious and said, "Song Quan, what do you mean? Your son is the only bloodline of your Song family. Why, when you see your son become like this, do you still want to thank that guy?!"
"Shut up!"
The upset Song Quan yelled.
The woman was frightened and did not dare to speak for a while.
Song Quan looked at his son lying on the hospital bed, looking haggard. Because of the surgery, his neck and throat were still bandaged, and he was very depressed.
Especially when he thought that his son would have to rely on a voice changer to speak in the future, Song Quan's eyes were full of anger.
"No matter how bad my son is, it belongs to me, Song Quan, and I should be the one to teach him the lesson. Who do you think you are? If you dare to turn my son into this, I, Song Quan, will never let you go!" (To be continued)