Chapter 214： Shang Yinghan said it was my Wen Qing

Chapter 214 Shang Yinghan Says It's My Wen Qing

Shang Yinghan's tone was displeased and a little heavy, with a sense of oppression that was neither serious nor serious: "You'd better think clearly before answering my question."

Shang Ke: "..."

Such an extremely oppressive magnetic field made Shang Ke at a loss, as if he had done something wrong, and was terrified and waiting to be criticized by the people.

Most of the descendants of merchants have been afraid of this uncle Shang Yinghan since they were young, because he has always been serious, mean, and unkind. As a descendant, Shang Ke has never seen an approachable side in this uncle's face.

At that time, he was taken back to the compound by his grandfather. Although this fifth uncle was only a teenager, he already had the aura of the head of the family at that time.

Shang Ke thought of Wen Qing's weak voice on the phone... Uncle Wu probably didn't know that Uncle Wen had caught a cold. If Uncle Wu knew, he wouldn't be in the old house now, or maybe it wouldn't be so trivial for Uncle Wu to accompany him in person she.

He still didn't tell the truth: "It's not like Uncle Wu doesn't know about a friend's phone call. I have so many friends around me. Does Uncle Wu want to ask them one by one?"

Shang Yinghan looked at Shang Ke: "I should ask, of course I will."

Shang Ke swallowed, this oppressive feeling really made him breathless.

Shang Yinghan raised his hand with a slightly impatient expression.

Shang Ke shut his mouth, not daring to say anything more.

Chen Jian stepped forward to hold an umbrella.

Shang Ke saw that this was going to leave, and stepped forward half a step and asked, "It's so late, is Uncle Wu going?"

Shang Yinghan ignored Shang Ke, and walked down the steps slowly. Chen Jian accompanied him with an umbrella, and left the backyard one after the other.

At this time, the rain was still pattering, and I don’t know how long it will stop until late at night. The water droplets on the palm leaves fell on the pebbles, which looked very clear under the refraction of light.

Shang Ke looked at the slender figure in the rain and mist in the distance, his face gradually sank.

"Shang Ke."

Master Shang’s deep voice came from inside the room, Shang Ke turned and went in, saw the old man standing with Dr. William standing with a cane, and shouted: “Grandpa.”

Turning his head and shouting again: "Doctor William."

Dr. William nodded to him.

Mr. Shang said to Shang Ke: "Dr. William wants to go back to the hotel, you can see him off."

Shang Ke looked at Dr. William, and said with full sincerity: "Dr. William, it is rare for you to come to the old house, otherwise you will rest in the old house tonight."

Dr. William was about to explain the reason, but Mr. Shang explained for him: "Dr. William has friends waiting for him at the hotel, otherwise he would stay here tonight."

As for who Dr. William's friend is, Mr. Shang naturally won't ask too much.

And Shang Ke respects Teacher William, even if Mr. Shang doesn't send him, he will take the initiative to ask Ying to send Dr. William back to the hotel.

After getting in the car, Shang Ke adjusted the navigation according to the hotel address given by Dr. William.

Dr. William answered a phone call in the middle, turned around and said to Shang Ke: "I won't go back to the hotel, go to this hospital."

Shang Ke asked: "What happened?"

Dr. William said: "My friend went to the hospital, I went to see what's going on."

Shang Ke didn't inquire too much about Mr. William's personal affairs, he just followed suit and re-planned the route to the hospital.

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After talking on the phone with Shang Ke, Wen Qing felt more top-heavy.

is getting more and more uncomfortable.

She took her temperature and it rose again, but it wasn't enough to go to the hospital. In addition, it was raining outside, and the air was so humid that she also became restless.

She wanted to call her brother, but felt that she was delicate and just had a cold.

I wanted to call Shang Li, but I got her phone number, and suddenly remembered that Shang Li had a bidding banquet tonight. Even if the banquet was over at this time, Shang Li would probably be drunk.

Swipe and swipe to Shang Yinghan's phone number.

Wen Qing was startled.

It seems like she hasn't seen him for several days...

Wen Qing pouted aggrievedly, really wanted to call him, really wanted to hear his voice, really wanted to see him...

Thinking was like a spring, overwhelming, Wen Qing nestled on the sofa sadly, gathered the blanket around her body, and fell asleep drowsily. This time, she was still in a light sleep, and when she was awakened, she heard the sound of entering the password outside the door.

Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip,

The voice was magnified several times in the darkness, Wen Qing tensed up, who is here?

The sound of the door lock password is usually not unusual, but at night, especially when it is so quiet, when the sudden sound of the beep sounds, it is so clear that it makes her hair stand on end.

She slid down from the sofa and lay down on the carpet fearfully. In such a weather environment, and now that she has a cold head and is dizzy, she is prone to wild thoughts. She is worried that it may be a burglar...

The entrance door opened.

Wen Qing looked towards the entrance from the gap under the coffee table. Because her vision was too dark, she couldn't see clearly. When she wanted to go down and see more clearly, the light was on.

Wen lightly sat up.

Accompanied by this violent blow, her head bumped against the edge of the coffee table unsurprisingly. She covered her head in pain, but after seeing clearly who was standing not far away, her first reaction was that her head was too dizzy , so hallucinations appear.

The man was wearing a dark brown windbreaker, with dew condensed from rain and mist on his shoulders, and he came with the coldness of the rainy night. I don’t know if it was because he came in a hurry and his hair was a little messy...

Wen Qing ignored her head that hurt from being bumped, and subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

How could it be possible to see Uncle Wu!

That’s right, how could it be possible to see Uncle Wu!

So it must be my vision hallucination.

However, when the person she thought was the least likely to appear was walking towards her step by step and getting closer to her, the emotions that Wen Qing had been suppressing as he got closer and closer to her would eventually become I can't help it.

"Is it Uncle Wu?" She said in a low voice.

"it's me."

A deep and familiar voice came, and a shadow fell in front of her eyes. It was Shang Yinghan's tall body that blocked the light when it was pressed down. Then, her small body picked him up and sat him on the sofa.

Wen Qing didn't care about anything, and threw herself into his arms.

The tears stored in the eye sockets fell one by one.

She had a lot of pain in her stomach and wanted to tell him, but when he really appeared in front of her, she couldn't say a word, so she could only hug him tightly.

Shang Yinghan pulled her out of his arms, tentatively rubbed her chin with his palm, and then slowly moved behind her ears and neck, carefully, as if confirming something, and finally he called her name in a low voice: "Smell light."

Wen Qing responded obediently: "Yes."

He seemed to be sure, and there was a soft sigh in his low voice: "Yes."

Wen Qing was in a daze, not knowing what he meant by what he said, and asked in a soft voice, "What is it?"

He said: "It's my Wen Qing."

(end of this chapter)