Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette, slender fingers, misty white tobacco, soft lighting box, which made his facial features a little fuzzy and made his whole person deeper.
Detect her gaze YuTingChuan lift eye straight to come over.
Four eyes relative to one second Song Qingcheng first withdrew his sight and then picked up the glass and took a sip of boiled water.
-digression–
Have a little fun-
After a long time, Mrs. Yu married into a wealthy family by hook or by crook, blocking Yu’s parents and granddaughter at the school gate.
What do you think of the reporter’s handing over the microphone to your classmate and your proximity to your uncle?
How is it possible for Yu Jing to be a good girl in Song Qingcheng ~ Haha, it must be my second uncle who is not serious enough to seduce the little girl, hahaha ~ Well, can you stop broadcasting what I said or my second uncle will definitely hang me when I go home?
Reporter’s surprise
Section 25
☆ Chapter 44 It is always good to have hope in some things.
It wasn’t long before Fu Jinyao came back from washing his hands.
At the end of a meal, Fu Jinyao’s cell phone rang and it was Fu Min.
Fu Jinyao returned to Nancheng this afternoon to unload his luggage and went to Hengyuan to catch up with Yutingchuan. At this moment, he saw his sister coming because there was nothing to be afraid of, so he didn’t go outside to pick it up. However, Yujing pricked up her ears and eavesdropped when she learned that it was her mother.
Fu Jinyao hung up after a few words.
Putting away his mobile phone, he thoughtfully asked Yu Tingchuan, "Is Qidong still the same?"
Yu Tingchuan was noncommittal on this question by gently rubbing his thumb against his chair.
Fu Jinyao understood his meaning and sighed, "I heard Min Min mean to take Qidong abroad for treatment. Over the years, the Chinese skull expert has almost been invited by her."
The atmosphere in the box became a little dull.
"In the past two years, there has been an expert specializing in the field of vegetative awakening treatment in Switzerland." Yu Tingchuan slowly said to the ashtray, "It is always good to have hope in some things."
Song city listened to the line of sight and fell on him.
However, I didn’t see anything clearly except hazy smoke
After dinner, the group left Dongliju.
Just out of the lane, a black Mercedes-Benz with lights on came to the driver’s seat. Yujing smashed his mouth and told Song Qingcheng that "it was my driver who drove my father before and has been responsible for picking up my mother since then."
Fu Jinyao used to talk to Yu’s driver and turned to Yu Jingdao. "Jingjing, I’m going to the hospital. You come with me."
Yu Jingshi didn’t want to, but thinking that Fu Jinyao had always loved himself and went to see his parents, he couldn’t find a reason to refuse. He nodded and asked Yu Tingchuan, "Uncle, are you going too?"
Fu Jinyao said, "If you don’t go, let’s go to our uncles and nephews."
Yujing has a flat mouth.
Fujinyao smiled and touched the niece’s head and opened the door to let her sit in.
Yujing lowered the window and stuck his head out after the car. "I went to the hospital to see my dad. You asked my second uncle to take you back to school first. I’m sure I won’t go back tonight. I’ll find you again one day."
Looking at her charming appearance, Song Qingcheng smiled and nodded, "Well, you also take care of yourself."
The black Mercedes will leave soon.
Song city in situ staring at the incoming traffic car ear has come to Yutingchuan low voice "let’s go".
When she looked back, she saw the man walking towards the back of the car.
Yu Tingchuan opened the car lock with a remote control key. When he saw that no one had followed him, he turned his head and saw a girl who was transfixed a few steps away from himself.
At night, cars come and go, and the lights pass by two people.
Yu Tingchuan opened the co-pilot door "car"
"No, I can go back by subway." Song Qingcheng refused.
This time, Yu Tingchuan looked up at her man with a serious look. His eyes were so deep that he didn’t have a thrilling momentum. Song Qingcheng leaned down and gently curled his fingers with his bag. "I saw the subway not far away just now."
"Car" Yu Tingchuan repeated the two words and added, "Don’t make me say it for the third time"
His strict orders made her look like an unreasonable child. Song Qingcheng struggled for a while and finally walked slowly over.
Jaguar kr has two doors.
Go to the car Song Qingcheng looked at the back of the car and finally chose to sit in the front.
The car was quiet all the way, and the atmosphere was a little unusual.
At the crossroads ahead, Song Qingcheng suddenly said, "There is a subway in front of me."
Yu Tingchuan didn’t answer.
See quickly flashed past the window of the subway Song Qingcheng knew that she would talk about it again. She simply leaned against the seat and fell silent. She turned her head to see the bright night scene outside.
About half an hour’s drive, Song Qingcheng has never felt so long.
Stop slowly at the intersection of red lights
The stomach suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Song Qingcheng raised his hand and held down the cramping position without trace.
A few years ago, she didn’t care about this body, and the sequelae left by it have become more and more obvious in the past two years.
Yu Tingchuan noticed that she turned her head slightly and asked to look at her. "What’s the matter?"
"It’s okay …" The whole song sound is very light.
The red light ahead turns green.
Car restart
Because of inertia, Song Qingcheng’s chest felt like it was going to vomit at any moment. After Yu Tingchuan found out, she held the steering wheel and pulled over.
Almost as soon as the car stopped, Song Qingcheng pushed open the door and bent over the roadside to vomit.
Yutingchuan car saw that she almost vomited all her late food, and her face was almost pale under the light of the car.
"The car will take you to the hospital," he said.
Curved eyelashes, the whole city of Song Dynasty, hung straight. "It’s nothing if the stomach is a little uncomfortable."
A new round of stalemate is formed next to the two roads.
Yu Tingchuan didn’t force her car. Song Qingcheng next to his car heard the cigarette lighter snapping and smelled the burning smell of tobacco. Maybe she ate spicy food late. Her stomach didn’t hurt for a while as before, but it got worse and worse, and cold sweat came from her forehead.
Regardless of the process, Song Qingcheng was sent to the hospital.
After the doctor checked, he asked Song Qingcheng to take a film and finally diagnosed a slight gastric ulcer. He prescribed infusion and several boxes of medicine.