After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Jiang Fuyue paused at her fingertips, did not answer, but did not hang up immediately, but returned to the chat interface, typed and asked: Is there anything?

The second reply: There are several places in the photo that are not very clear, I want to look at the blackboard.

Jiang Fuyue took it and changed her hands to switch the front camera to the rear.

Therefore, Ling Xuan saw Jiang Fuyue's face only at the moment of connection, in less than a second.

With a startling glance, he focused on the rear camera, facing the blackboard.

Jiang Fuyue adjusted the angle of the phone: "Can you see it?"

Ling Xuan: "...Yes."

After about three or four minutes: "I'm fine, you—" Can you talk to me?

Before the second half of the sentence came out, I heard a faint humming from the other end, and then the call was interrupted.

Ling Xuan: "?"

It was quite sudden.

The wind poured in from the terrace at the end of the corridor, bringing with it a trace of the evening heat, which made people inexplicably irritable.

Ling Xuan shook his head, his smile revealed a little helplessness, he put away his mobile phone, turned around and entered the ward.

In the room, Ling Qingzhou was sitting on the head of the bed, with a laptop on the small table that was turned up in front of him, and the page was stuck on a pile of financial report data. At this moment, he was browsing patiently.

Focused eyes, dignified thoughts.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, the man subconsciously raised his eyelids.

Ling Xuan called out, "Dad."

"Um."

"Mom said she was on the way, about twenty minutes."

Ling Qingzhou: "No hurry."

After speaking, his eyes returned to the screen.

Ling Xuan silently filled the empty water glass in front of him. As soon as he put it down, he heard his father ask—

"When you come back to Linhuai, what about the training camp?"

Ling Xuan: "I'm on leave."

Ling Qingzhou: "Can you keep up with the progress?"

"It's okay, I asked my classmates to send me the daily course content and the class blackboard." It was this classmate who didn't seem to like talking to him very much.

The teenager touched his nose and couldn't help but reflect on what he did wrong?

Knowing son Mo Ruofu, Ling Qingzhou: "Have you encountered difficulties?"

Ling Xuan snapped back to his senses and shook his head: "No."

"Not in study, it's in interpersonal relationships."

He did not speak, as if acquiescing.

Ling Qingzhou raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on his son's troubled face, which was soaked in a trace of loneliness.

He boldly guessed: "The other party is a girl?"

"Dad!" Ling Xuan was startled, his eyes flashing slightly.

Ling Qingzhou: "Girlfriend?"

"……no."

"you like her?"

Ling Xuan did not speak, his mind changed rapidly.

Does he like Jiang Fuyue?

Do you like that feeling?

He wasn't sure.

But he couldn't help but pay attention to her secretly. The colder she was, the more he wanted to get closer, even if he would be frostbitten in the process, he would not hesitate.

Ling Qingzhou looked at his son's changing face, but his face was not obvious, but he was quite surprised.

This look is clearly thinking about but not getting it, but not willing to give up.

Being able to push his always arrogant son to such a level, Ling Qingzhou was suddenly curious, what magic power does that girl have.

"...Dad, you drink some water." Ling Xuan held the cup in both hands and brought it to his lips.

My father is naturally grateful, but he also sees the purpose of changing the subject.

After Ling Qingzhou finished drinking, he didn't break it down, didn't ask any more questions, and continued to read the financial report.

Ling Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to think about his relationship with Jiang Fuyue for the time being, and waited for the gap between the two to disappear.

Take your time, he thought.

The father and son ended their conversation, and the huge ward became quiet again.

Ling Xuan sat on a chair with a small glass table in front of him. He took out a paper and a pen, and turned out the photos Jiang Fuyue sent him.

In fact, the photo is very clear, and there is no clear place to see.

He just... just wanted to find an excuse to see her.

To see is to see, but only one glance, no more.

Ling Xuan sighed, and suddenly felt that Jiang Fuyue was stingy.

He had no doubt that if he didn't find a suitable reason for "looking at the blackboard", she would just hang up the video call.

The teenager looked at the title on the photo, and suddenly the pen in his hand drew a long trace on the clean scratch paper.

Jiang Fuyue wanted to hide from him, but he wouldn't let it go!

Tomorrow he will also look at the blackboard.

One glance a day, two eyes in two days, add up to a lot.

Twenty minutes later, Zhou Qin arrived.

Carrying two thermal insulation buckets in his hand, when he entered the ward, he greeted the father and son: "It's time to eat."

Ling Xuan got up.

Ling Qingzhou was on the phone and raised his hand to signal for the mother and son to eat first.

Zhou Qin had already eaten at home, took out the food, and arranged the tableware and chopsticks neatly, "Axuan, you eat first, don't wait for your dad, who knows when he will finish."

Having said that, Ling Xuan still didn't move his chopsticks, until ten minutes later, when Ling Qingzhou finished talking on the phone, the father and son sat down to eat together.

Zhou Qin pushed the poured soup in front of her husband, and whispered softly: "You hurt your leg bone, and they say that you can use the shape to supplement the shape. It's always right to drink some big bone soup to supplement calcium."

Ling Qingzhou glanced at it and didn't have much appetite, but in front of his son, he still gave Zu Zhouqin face, drank a small half bowl, put it aside, and didn't move again.

Zhou Qin didn't seem to see it, and got up to make the bed for him.

I replaced the wilted flowers with fresh ones, and went in and out without making any noise.

Just like her, she has always been gentle and gentle.

After Ling Qingzhou finished eating, he lay back on the hospital bed.

Zhou Qin called a doctor to examine him.

"...Doctor, how is my husband?"

"It takes 100 days to hurt your muscles and bones. It's best not to walk for the first half month, and avoid secondary injuries within three months. In short, take a good rest."

Zhou Qin nodded, sent the doctor out, turned around and sat down by the bed, suddenly holding Ling Qingzhou's hand.

The man was stunned for a moment, his heart softened slightly, and his voice could not help but soften, and he was a little less business-like: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Qin sighed: "How old are you, you are still not reassuring, but you actually fought with Yi Hansheng in public..."

These words made Ling Qingzhou hurt, and the man's face turned black.

"It's him who deceives people too much!"

Seeing that No. 1 Middle School was ready to sign the contract, the bastard surnamed Yi actually broke in like this, making a fool of himself and making trouble on the spot.

As a result, the school of the No. 1 Middle School saw that something was wrong, and both sides could not afford to be guilty. They were also afraid of being entangled by Yi Hansheng, so they simply said on the spot——

What "Mingyue Building" and "Yueming Building", they don't want it at all!

Now Ling Qingzhou is stupid.

Seeing the duck with its mouth fluttering away like this, he couldn't bear it any longer, he raised his fist and greeted Yi Hansheng's face.

Yi Hansheng is not a vegetarian either. He has endured Ling Qingzhou for a long time, and he has long wanted to do it.

The two chief executives fought together on the spot regardless of their identity and face.

You punch, I kick, hit hard.

The employees on both sides reacted and stepped forward to pull the frame, and somehow joined the battle in confusion.

Immediately, the entire conference room jumped like chickens and dogs, like a world war.

Then--

The two chief executives entered the hospital, one with a broken leg and the other with a broken hand, and the ward was next door.

This damn fragrant ape shit.

Zhou Qin took all the anger on the man's face into his eyes, half closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Is it that important?" she murmured softly.

The man frowned.

"Building a building is so important to you?" He didn't even care about his life.

After 20 years of marriage, Zhou Qin knew this man too well. He was gentle, elegant, personable, and he cared about his face very much.

On the other hand, Yi Hansheng has a rough surface. After all these years, he has been a high-ranking person. How could he easily show jokes to others?

But it was these two people who, in full view, turned out to be like 20-something-year-old hairy boys who would fight each other if they disagreed!

When Zhou Qin heard the news, her first reaction was neither worry nor anger, she actually wanted to laugh, because the truth was so absurd.

So ridiculous that she couldn't believe that such a thing could happen to these two men.

For the building rights of a middle school?

Heh... After all, it's still for the dead woman.

Zhou Qin couldn't hold back his curiosity again.

What is the charm of Lou Mingyue, after being dead for more than 20 years, can a living man fight for her?

When Ling Qingzhou heard the words, his originally mild face suddenly sank.

Is it so important?

He raised the corners of his mouth coldly and said word by word, "I thought this was our tacit consensus."

Zhou Qin's heart stabbed fiercely, and blood dripped instantly.

Too bad the man can't see it.

It turns out that her concession, patience, and repression for so many years have become the "consensus" that she deserves in his eyes?

She stood up in a hurry and turned her back in a panic: "I'll go back first."

After she finished speaking, she fled away, for fear that her tears would not be able to hold back her eyes one step later.

In the corner, Ling Xuan witnessed the whole process and frowned.

As if something he didn't know was about to come out...

Three shifts, three thousand words.

Ten minutes early is also early [covering face] - I can only comfort myself like this.

Good night, bald babes.