After the little girl drank a sip of milk tea, the sweet and soft pearls opened between her teeth, warming her stomach, and her mood couldn't help but become lighter.
The little body leaned back against the chair, and the two legs swayed in the air.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she said, "Thank you, Mr. Movie Emperor, for the milk tea. I'm not bitter anymore!"
"That's good—" He shifted his gaze and looked straight ahead.
Holding the warm milk tea in my hand, I have never been so eager to see:
I hope time goes slower and slower!
He has been longing for such a leisurely and ordinary life for a long time.
"Has Mr. Movie King's scene been filmed yet?"
"Not yet, about two months."
"Then, Mr. Movie Emperor, is it okay for you to come out now? Did I… delay your evening rest?"
"It's okay. I don't have a show tomorrow morning, so I won't be late!"
"Hmm..." The little girl lowered her head and drank the sweet milk tea in her hand.
Beside
Mingchen smiled lightly, held the milk tea in his hand, put it to his mouth and took a sip.
Well, it's sweet.
…
night
ten o'clock
Y City Noble Private Hospital
[During surgery] Several large characters suddenly went out
The door was opened.
Several people gathered around anxiously, "How is Grandpa Gong?"
Fu Bangxi took off the mask on his face, shook his head and said, "I'm fine now, but I still need to stay in bed for more than a month!"
"Thank you--" the man walked past him and left these words.
"Second brother, you are welcome to go in."
"good--"
Everyone walked into the ward one after another.
The old man was still lying on the hospital bed and had not woken up yet. His aged face now looked even more sickly and peaceful, without any of the imposing aura he had before.
Old Master Gu took a look and then took his granddaughter away.
Anyway, his face looked bad when he left, and his face was ashen.
Even Gu Zhiran himself had red eyes and was filled with sadness.
On the one hand, it was because of Mr. Gong’s sudden illness, and on the other hand, it was because of the man’s decisive words before.
Bian Sichen glanced at the equipment in the room, turned around and asked, "Do you want to change wards?"
Behind
Fu Bangxi took off his white coat, sat upright on the sofa, took a sip of water and said, "I need to change. After all, this is an operating room and the surrounding environment is noisy. I'm afraid Grandpa Gong won't like it."
"So when do we change it? Now?"
"No, I can't move him for now. Grandpa Gong just finished surgery and needs to rest. Tomorrow, I will move him to the top floor."
"Okay, then please arrange a ward for my second brother and me. We'll stay here tonight."
"Yes, sure."
The man walked over from the bedside and sat down steadily on the single sofa opposite as if he was in a dominant position.
The fingertips she extended were long and white, and she asked with a slight movement of her lips, "Where are the medical records? Did you get them?"
He shook his head. "No, I asked my assistant to take it away. I'll give it to you when Grandpa Gong's blood test results come out."
The man withdrew his hand, his brows drooping. "What's wrong?"
"Don't worry, it's a bronchial problem. I'm here, Grandpa Gong will be fine."
"Thank you—"
"You're welcome, second brother."
"I'll treat you to dinner next time!" The man's slender figure stood up.
Fu Bangxi smiled, stretched out two white and frail knuckles and said, "Then remember, second brother, that's two meals in total."
"I know!" He walked out.
"Second brother? Where are you going? Aren't you staying here tonight?" Bian Sichen looked at him suspiciously.
"No, I'm going out for a while and will come back tomorrow morning."
"Then have you asked Uncle Feng, Lin Shen and the others to come over? Who will take care of Grandpa Gong?"
"Yes, call me privately if you need anything."
"Okay, then second brother, remember to come over tomorrow morning!"
"Bang——" the door was closed.
Fu Bangxi also picked up his gown, stood up and said, "Let's go out and let Grandpa Gong have a good rest."
"Okay, then I'll stay here tonight. Please arrange a comfortable suite for me, preferably one with a separate bathroom, living room, sofa, and dining room."
"Virtue!" Fu Bangxi raised his foot and kicked him.
Prince Bian covered his buttocks and glared at him, "Can't you be a little gentler? It hurts, okay?"
“Serves you right!”
"You deserve it! You deserve to work overtime at night and be exhausted to death!"
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