The CEO Is Cold During The Day, And Wants Kisses At Night!

Chapter 213: from his concern

Chapter 213 From His Care

The man at the head was wearing a dark brown windbreaker, standing seven feet tall, walking in the rain and fog with a cool and tall figure. The dim lights of the courtyard and pavilions were reflected and fell on the black umbrella surface, mixed with rain and fog, as if coated with a layer of soft light.

On his shoulder, thin drops of water condensed into a ball.

Walked up the steps slowly, Chen Jian put away his umbrella and stood aside.

Shang Ke consciously moved out of the way, nodded and shouted: "Uncle Wu."

Shang Yinghan raised his hand and wiped the dew off his shoulders. His slender fingertips were stained with water from the rain and mist, and the fingertips were wet.

Chen Jian handed over a white square scarf, Shang Yinghan took it and wiped his hands.

When he raised his eyes, his cold eyes fell on Shang Ke, he stopped for a moment and then looked away, and he replied, "Where is the old man?"

Shang Ke had a respectful attitude: "Grandpa is in the back room, and Dr. William is also inside."

Shang Yinghan's eyes froze.

Shang Ke explained: "The psychiatrist my grandfather hired me when I was a child, he returned to China to settle down, and this afternoon he came to the old house to visit my grandfather."

Shang Yinghan nodded and strode in without saying anything.

Chen Jian followed closely behind.

As Shang Yinghan left, the sense of oppression naturally disappeared.

Shang Ke thought of Uncle Wu's face just now, and couldn't help remembering that when he came back, he heard Mrs. Lin say that Uncle Wu had been returning to the old house recently. He thought it was Uncle Wu who brought Wen Qing back to live with him, so he asked, Mrs. Lin said that Uncle Wu had been living in the old house alone recently.

Uncle Wu gave Wen Qing such an important ring, and even warned him for Wen Qing... Shang Ke thought that Uncle Wu had a heart for Wen Qing, and the two were always inseparable.

But Uncle Wu has not officially brought Wen Qing back to the old house, nor has he given Wen Qing a formal identity. It seems that Wen Qing's status in Uncle Wu's heart may not be enough to marry her. The ring is just a coaxing man woman means.

After thinking about it like this, Shang Ke suddenly became less jealous, and even felt that Wen Qing was very sad.

Thinking of Wen Qing, Shang Ke's face became a little ugly. Today's embarrassment was completely lost in front of her, and he didn't know if she would say it, so he just called her.

So there is the current call—

Shang Ke said in a slightly uncomfortable tone: "I'm afraid of the injection, you rot in my heart, and you can't mention it in the future, remember it?"

Wen Qing asked: "Are you asking for help in this tone? You are ordering me."

Anyway, it was a phone call, not face to face, Shang Ke could afford to let it go: "I beg you."

Wen Qing: "The attitude is not correct."

Shang Ke gritted his teeth: "Wen Qing, don't go too far."

Wen Qing chuckled: "Hey, who made me see it."

"..." Shang Ke took a deep breath, and his attitude was quite correct: "I hope you don't tell what you saw tonight."

Wen Qing was in a daze, not in the mood to continue talking with him, and she didn't have the habit of talking about such things everywhere, and she didn't know what Shang Ke was worried about, so she agreed in a soft voice: "Okay, I'm rotten In my heart, it's okay."

Shang Ke didn't expect her to be so submissive, and he naturally felt comfortable when he heard it: "Then you swear again."

Wen Qing: "..."

What a face to him!

"Are you sick?" Her good temper disappeared instantly.

Shang Ke felt happy because of Wen Qing's attitude one second, but he was not happy when he scolded him for being sick the next second.

"You are sick, why don't you just say a few words that I can believe?"

Wen Qing sniffed her nose, and suddenly felt that her nose became more blocked, and her voice became muffled: "I'm sick, but it's not all because of you, do you know what you are doing, push your nose and eyes, I Give you a face, right?"

This time Shang Ke finally heard that something was wrong with Wen Qing's voice, and asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Qing didn't hold back hypocritically, and scolded him: "Thanks to you, your wind and cold have passed to me."

Shang Ke was silent.

He got better after taking an injection, but Wen Qing also had a fever?

Or did he pass it on to her? How can this be!

Shang Ke obviously didn't believe it, and felt that Wen Qing was fooling him: "We are just sitting together, how could we pass on the cold to you."

Wen Qing: "You are lying on my lap and breathing right into me, so you just say, did you infect me?"

Shang Ke: "..."

Although he was in a daze at the time, he lay down and heard about the incident on his legs. He remembered that he immediately lay down...

"Then what to do, you go..."

‘Beep beep beep beep...’

A busy tone came from the receiver, it was Wen Qing who hung up the phone.

Shang Ke dialed again with a dark face, but Wen Qing hung up for him.

Shang Ke called again, Wen Qing hung up again.

Shang Ke's face was almost blackened into coal balls, and he had another shot at the end. It was very good. Wen Qing picked it up, but the tone sounded impatient: "Don't worry, I won't tell you that you are afraid of injections! I will rot in the stomach."

Shang Ke: "..."

She thought he was persistent in calling her because he was afraid of her talking nonsense.

In fact, his persistent calling was just a **** overflow of sympathy, so he asked her in a good voice: "Have you gone to the hospital?"

Wen Qing was surprised by Shang Ke's attitude, but still replied: "No."

Shang Ke: "Then why don't you go to the hospital."

Wen Qing said in a nonchalant tone: "It's just a small cold, and it's not a serious illness. I have to go to the hospital. I'll be fine tomorrow."

Shang Ke sneered: "What kind of cold will be cured after a night of sleep, do you think your body is an eighteen-bronze arhat!"

Wen Qing didn't understand Shang Ke's tone: "So what do you want to say?"

Shang Ke: "..." He talked for a long time and he really didn't say the main point.

He told himself that he was not as knowledgeable as a woman, and a soft voice came from the receiver: "Hang up!"

"Wait a minute—!" Shang Kesheng shouted in a hurry.

Wen Qing asked: "What else is there, please explain clearly at once. If you are worried that I will see your privacy today, I promise, I have not seen any privacy except for a pair of blue pants."

Shang Ke: "..."

Every sentence is not taken seriously, every sentence will kill him.

But he didn't lose his temper and calmed down and asked, "Is there any cold medicine at home?"

Wen Qing: "Yes."

"Is there any fever-reducing medicine?"

"have."

"That's okay, hang up."

This time Shang Ke hung up the phone before Wen Qing, and then smiled smugly, dare to hang up his phone? Watch him hang it back for her!

He snorted, put the phone into his trouser pocket, turned around and saw Shang Yinghan standing there at some time, Shang Ke was startled:

"Uncle Wu!"

Shang Yinghan's eyes were as cold as frost: "Who are you calling?"

Shang Ke met Shang Shangying's cold gaze, thought for two seconds, and replied, "I'm a friend."