Chapter 166

Jiang Fuyue gave a meal at her fingertips. She didn't answer, but she didn't hang up immediately. Instead, she returned to the chat interface, typed and asked: what's up?

There are several places in the picture that are not very clear. I want to see the blackboard.

Jiang Fuyue took it and switched the front camera to the rear.

Therefore, lingxuan only saw Jiang Fuyue's face at the moment of connection, which was less than a second.

At a glance, the focus was on the rear lens, facing the blackboard.

Jiang Fuyue adjusted the angle of her mobile phone: "can you see it?"

Ling Xuan: "... Yes."

About three or four minutes later, "I'm fine, you --" can you talk to me?

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

Ling Xuan: "

It was sudden.

The wind poured in from the terrace at the end of the corridor, carrying a trace of summer heat in the evening, which made people inexplicably upset.

Ling Xuan shook his head and smiled helplessly. He put away his mobile phone and turned into the ward.

In the room, Ling Qingzhou is sitting at the head of the bed. There is a laptop on the small table turned up in front of him. The page stays in a pile of financial report data. At the moment, he is browsing patiently.

His eyes are focused and his mind is dignified.

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

Ling Xuan shouted, "Dad."

"Yes."

"Mom said she was on the road. It would take about twenty minutes."

Ling Qingzhou: "no hurry."

After talking, his eyes returned to the screen.

Lingxuan filled the empty water cup in front of him silently. As soon as he put it down, he heard his father ask questions——

"When you go back to linhuai, what about the intensive training?"

Lingxuan: "I asked for leave."

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

"It's OK. I asked my classmates to send me the daily course content and classroom blackboard writing." it seems that this classmate doesn't like talking to him very much.

Teenagers touch their noses and can't help reflecting on what they're doing well?

Knowing his son Mo ruo's father, Ling Qingzhou said, "have you encountered difficulties?"

Lingxuan suddenly regained his mind and shook his head: "No."

"Not in study, that is interpersonal relationship."

He did not speak, as if by acquiescence.

Ling Qingzhou raised her eyebrows and her eyes fell on her son's lonely face immersed in embarrassment.

He guessed boldly, "is the other party a girl?"

"Dad!" Ling Xuan was surprised and his eyes flashed slightly.

Ling Qingzhou: "girlfriend?"

"... No."

"Do you like her?"

Lingxuan didn't speak and his mind turned sharply.

Does he like Jiang Fuyue?

Do you like that feeling?

He's not sure.

But he can't help paying attention to her secretly. The colder she is, the more he wants to get close, even if he will be frostbitten in the process.

Ling Qingzhou looked at his son's changing face, but he was surprised.

This look is clear that you can't get it, but you're not willing to give up.

Ling Qingzhou was suddenly curious about the magic power of the girl who could force his always arrogant son to this point.

"... dad, drink some water." Ling Xuan took the cup to his lips with both hands.

My father was naturally grateful, but he also saw his purpose to change the topic.

Ling Qingzhou finished drinking, didn't break through, and didn't ask any more questions. He continued to read the financial report.

Ling Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to consider his relationship with Jiang Fuyue for the time being. Everything would wait until the estrangement between them disappeared.

Take your time, he thought.

The father and son finished their conversation, and the large ward was quiet again.

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

In fact, the picture is very clear, and there is nothing you can't see clearly.

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

I saw it, but only one eye, no more.

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

He had no doubt that if he didn't find a suitable reason to "look at the blackboard", she would hang up on the video phone.

The boy looked at the title on the photo, and the pen in his hand suddenly scratched a long mark on the clean draft paper.

Jiang Fuyue wants to avoid him, but he won't let him!

He will look at the blackboard tomorrow.

One look a day, two days is two eyes, a little makes a lot.

Twenty minutes later, Zhou Qin arrived.

Carrying two heat preservation buckets in his hand, he called father and son when he entered the ward: "dinner."

Ling Xuan gets up.

Ling Qingzhou is making a phone call and raises her hand to indicate that mother and son eat first.

Zhou Qin had already eaten at home. He took out the food and put the dishes and chopsticks in order. "Ah Xuan, you eat first. Don't wait for your father. Who knows when he will be finished."

Having said that, Ling Xuan 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 in a warm voice, "you hurt your leg bones. They all say that it's right to supplement your shape with shape. It's always right to drink some big bone soup to supplement calcium."

Ling Qingzhou took a look and didn't have much appetite, but he gave Zhou zuqin face in front of his son. He drank a small half bowl and put it aside, but he didn't move again.

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

The wilted flowers were replaced with fresh ones, busy in and out, and there was no noise in the whole process.

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

Ling Qingzhou finished eating and lay back in the hospital bed.

Zhou Qin called a doctor to examine him.

"... doctor, how's my husband?"

"For a hundred days, it's best not to walk in the first half of the month. Avoid secondary injury in three months. In a word, have a good rest."

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

The man was stunned, his heart was slightly soft, and his voice couldn't help being light. He was a bit less business and fierce: "what's the matter?"

Zhou Qin sighed: "you said how old you are. It's not reassuring that you fought with Yi Hansheng in public..."

With this, Ling Qingzhou's feet hurt, and the man's face suddenly turned black.

"He deceived people too much!"

Seeing that No. 1 middle school is ready to sign a contract, the bastard surnamed Yi broke in alone and made trouble on the spot.

As a result, No. 1 middle school was wrong, and both sides could not afford to offend. They were also worried by Yi Hansheng, so they simply spoke on the spot——

What "moon tower" and "moon tower", they don't want it!

Ling Qingzhou is stupid.

Seeing the duck's mouth fluttering away, he couldn't bear it at once. He raised his fist and greeted Yi Hansheng's face.

Yi Hansheng is not a vegetarian. He has endured Ling Qingzhou for a long time and has long wanted to do a big job.

The two big presidents fought on the spot regardless of their identity and face.

You punch me, and I kick you.

The staff on both sides reacted and came forward to fight. Somehow, they muddled into the war.

Suddenly, the whole conference room was like a world war.

Then——

The two presidents entered the hospital, one broken leg and one broken hand, and the ward was next door.

This damn fragrant ape dung.

Zhou Qin saw all the anger on the man's face in his eyes, half closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled.

"Is that so important?" she whispered.

The man frowned.

"Building is so important to you?" he even ignored his life.

After twenty years of marriage, Zhou Qintai knew this man. He was gentle, elegant, elegant and extremely concerned about face.

And Yi Hansheng's surface is rough. After all, he has been a superior for so many years. Where is it easy to show jokes to others?

But it was these two people who, in full view of the public, fought like a hairy boy in his twenties!

When Zhou Qin learned the news, her first reaction was neither worry nor anger. She wanted to laugh because the facts were so absurd.

It was so absurd that she couldn't believe it would happen to the two men.

For the building right of a middle school?

Ah... After all, it's for the dead woman.

Zhou Qin could not restrain his curiosity again.

What's the charm of Lou Mingyue? After more than 20 years of death, he can let the living men fight for her?

Ling Qingzhou's face suddenly sank when he heard the speech.

Is it so important?

He coldly raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I think this is our tacit consensus."

Zhou Qin stabbed the tip of his heart, and suddenly he was bleeding.

Unfortunately, the man can't see.

It turned out that her concession, patience and depression for so many years had become a "consensus" in his eyes?

She stood up and hurriedly turned her back: "I'll go back first."

Then she ran away, afraid that her tears would burst out one step later.

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

There seems to be something he doesn't know