Chapter 215 Kissing without hands
"You call me grandpa?"
Lu Lixiao squatted in front of him, looking into his clear eyes with a kind look, "Your father calls me grandpa, you should call me great-grandfather."
"Great-grandfather?" Little Anxian didn't understand the difference between this title and "grandfather," but he smiled sweetly, "Hello, great-grandfather! Can you give me the ball back?"
Lu Lixiao gave him the ball and pinched his little face with a smile, "Good boy."
Ji Xiu stood nearby and said with a smile, "Young Master Sun really looks a lot like the Second Young Master when he was a child."
"As early as the first time I met him, I felt like I saw Xi Yan as a child." Lu Lixiao chuckled and sighed, "But I was confused at that time and didn't think that he was Xi Yan's child."
Now that he saw An Xian, Lu Lixiao liked him more and more.
"Look at him, his eyes are round and round, more like his mother's."
"Yes," Ji Xiu said with a smile, "Second Young Master has double eyes, which are a bit long and narrow. As for Young Master Sun, he has beautiful peach blossom eyes, just like the Young Madam. Young Master Sun just happened to inherit the best genes of both of them. He is as delicate as a piece of jade, like a doll, and very lovable."
Lu Lixiao didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, and smiled kindly at the child in front of him.
Li Quan came over immediately upon seeing the person coming. "Chairman, you are here."
As he was about to inform Lu Xiyan, he was stopped by Lu Lixiao.
"No hurry, play with the kids first."
Little Anxian looked at him eagerly, "Grandpa, do you want to play football with us?"
"Okay." Lu Lixiao smiled. "Grandpa is old and can't run any more. You should give him some leeway."
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The weather is very good today, the temperature is not high and the sun is not strong.
Under the gazebo in the garden, a man sat on a reclining chair with his legs resting leisurely on the table. A laptop was resting on his legs, and he was sliding his hand across it.
"ah--"
He opened his mouth and waited to be fed.
An Ning put a peeled tangerine slice into his mouth and asked him with a smile, "Is it sweet?"
Lu Xiyan nodded leisurely, smiling, "Sweet."
An Ning lowered her eyes to look at his left hand resting on the back of the chair - his fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints. A layer of white gauze was wrapped around the protruding wrist bone, from the wrist bone to the palm, tightly wrapped.
The doctor said that his hand had damaged the nerves and he was not supposed to use too much force. Driving and exerting force a few days ago caused secondary trauma and muscle nerve disorder.
The pain is a minor matter. If the situation is serious, you may no longer be able to control your left hand and your fingers will lose the ability to move.
To put it simply, you can't hold anything.
Just like now, his hands were resting on the back of the chair, and his fingertips would occasionally tremble uncontrollably.
Although I had injections and taken medicine, the doctor told me that the most important thing was to rest, especially not to move my left hand during the treatment, otherwise there would be no possibility of recovery.
So An Ning kept a close eye on his every move and didn't let him do anything by himself unless he could avoid it.
An Ning even took care of his bathing.
Lu Xiyan said no, half-heartedly, but actually he was enjoying it very much.
But An Ning was still worried about his hand, afraid that he would never recover.
Lu Xiyan, on the other hand, was exceptionally calm, and couldn't sit still and had to work.
I never heard him say it was inconvenient when he was working, but when he was drinking water or eating, he said it was inconvenient and An Ning had to feed him.
When replying to a message simply, he would tap a few times with one finger of his right hand. When a detailed reply was needed, he would hand the computer to An Ning and let An Ning type a reply for him.
After more than an hour of processing, and with the help of video conferencing, An Ning also understood clearly what he was doing - he established a precision medicine oncology company, OncoThera Labs, under An Ning's name, and was negotiating pharmaceutical cooperation with the world's top pharmaceutical companies focused on technological innovation.
His blueprint is to independently develop a new drug that can accurately fight cancer cells in the world, and through global clinical development in the field of oncology, make the new drug a world-first drug to solve the unmet medical needs in the field of cancer.
The R&D cost is as high as US$300 million and the cooperation period is one year.
Lu Xiyan quickly reached an agreement with the other party and arranged a time for a meeting.
When An Ning saw this astonishing amount of money, she realized that the little money she had scraped together to give to Lu Xiyan was of no use at all.
"With such high R&D costs, what if it fails?" she asked worriedly.
"No." Lu Xiyan closed the computer, and took the opportunity to lean over and bite off the orange slice in her hand, calmly and composedly as if the cost was not 300 million US dollars, but 3 dollars.
The oranges were sweet, and Lu Xiyan's narrow eyes curved slightly. "Such a large pharmaceutical company is willing to play with our newly established company, not just for the $300 million."
An Ning understood a little, "Is it because of the patent?"
"What your parents left you is a very valuable medical achievement." Lu Xiyan rubbed her head. "If the research and development is successful, the return rate can be as high as 200%. Money is secondary. More importantly, this will be a blessing for cancer patients all over the world. This is the original intention of your parents to engage in this career, and it is also the result they most want to see."
An Ning's eyes were filled with tears, she was moved.
Lu Xiyan actually remembered everything in his heart.
She touched the fingertips of his left hand, which were slightly cold. "Does it still hurt today?"
There was a nasal sound when he spoke.
"A little." Lu Xiyan frowned and nodded, "If I eat another orange, it should stop hurting."
An Ning curled the corners of her mouth, "Then I'll peel another one for you."
Lu Xiyan stretched his shoulders, lazily lying on the reclining chair, and looked around. "Where's my son?"
An Ning smiled gently, "I'm playing ball with Uncle Quan in the front yard."
What happened on the bridge that night didn't seem to have much impact on An Xian's psychology. Apart from sleeping restlessly and having nightmares that night, he was much calmer in the next two days. He ate, drank and played as usual, and was still the lively and clever little boy.
An Ning peeled an orange segment and handed it to his mouth. Lu Xiyan opened his mouth and took a bite, his lips sliding across her fingertips.
Lu Xiyan bit half of an orange peel and beckoned to her.
As An Ning moved closer, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards him.
His meaning was too obvious. An Ning smiled lightly and bit the half of the orange flesh.
Lu Xiyan didn't let her go and pressed against her rosy lips.
"Your hand is not in good condition..." An Ning's voice came out from between their lips.
The sweetness of orange spread between her lips. The hand holding her neck slid to her waist. With a little force, Lu Xiyan brought her over to sit on him.
He pressed down, pressing her soft body against his.
His hot breath sprayed on her cheek, and his voice was hoarse, "Kissing does not require hands."
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