nycdaug Chapter 135 Too Much Care
Chapter 135 Too Much Care
"They say people become more like children as they get older. If you're really bored, I can help you arrange a global tour. There's no need to do this at the end of the quarter."
Xing Mingyu loosened his tie, crossed his long legs and sat down on the sofa, his cold brown eyes quietly falling on the old man holding a cup of tea opposite him.
Xing Yongguo held the lid of the ceramic cup and blew on it a few times, took a sip, and then handed the cup to Lao Zhang.
He glanced at Huang Xiaoxiao who was receiving an IV drip in the ward and went straight to the point.
"If you really have filial piety, you should stay here and take good care of your fiancée these few days. When she gets better, choose a time to marry her. By then, let alone traveling around the world, I would have no objection if you let me travel the underworld for a whole year."
"fiancée?"
Xing Mingyu adjusted the cuffs of his shirt with his big hands with distinct knuckles, revealing his strong and sturdy wrists, making him look more steady and tough.
He ignored the woman in the ward whose eyes were fixed on him, and spoke indifferently.
"Old man, he died early in the morning. The act of arranging marriages by finger-pointing, regardless of the other person's appearance or good or evil, is not only feudal, but also illegal. If you have forgotten, I can explain it to you again."
"Bang!" Xing Yongguo slammed the table, causing the teacup that Lao Zhang had just placed to bounce twice on the spot, and the lid almost fell off.
"Xing, Ming, Yu! Are you saying that your grandfather is feudal and pedantic?"
In the ward, Huang Xiaoxiao was also startled. She bit her lower lip and stared at the noble man sitting on the sofa at the door. Her eyes gradually became hot and tears dripped onto the blue and white quilt.
The partitions of the VIP ward were all made of transparent glass. Xing Yongguo saw Huang Xiaoxiao's forbearing and pitiful appearance at a glance. He became furious and stared at his precious grandson in front of him with his turbid eyes and added another sentence.
"Will you speak properly?"
Xing Mingyu pretended not to notice the old man's eye hint. He crossed his long legs and felt the same suffocating feeling of oppression as the old man.
"I'm just telling the truth. If arranged marriages were useful, what would the Civil Affairs Bureau be for?"
"You!" Xing Yongguo was so angry that he started to gasp for air. His old face turned red and he coughed a few times.
In the ward, Huang Xiaoxiao saw this, gritted her teeth, pulled out the needle from the back of her hand and rushed out, while helping Xing Yongguo to calm down, she snatched the antihypertensive medicine from Lao Zhang's hand.
"Grandpa, don't worry, take some medicine first."
Xing Yongguo bit the antihypertensive medicine in his mouth, turned around and saw Huang Xiaoxiao's face full of tears and blood oozing from the needle wound on the back of her hand. He suddenly felt distressed and angry, turned around and glared at his grandson who was handing him water, then took the water and swallowed the medicine.
He took a deep breath and saw two people standing in front of him, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. He rolled his eyes, reached out his hand and asked Lao Zhang to help him up, gritting his teeth.
"I'm old, and my words are useless. You can do whatever you want, but Xiaoxiao was injured because of me. If you don't want me to die of anger tonight, accompany Xiaoxiao to finish the infusion and then send her back to the Huang family!"
After saying that, he was helped away.
The door slammed.
As soon as Xing Yongguo left, the entire ward became quiet, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
Huang Xiaoxiao could still smell the faint cool scent of the man next to her. It was very special and unique.
This was the first time she stood so close to a man. Her heart beat faster and she was a little scared. She couldn't even take a step forward.
He just stood there stupidly, not daring to raise his head.
Xing Mingyu only likes to smell the jasmine scent on women. He is not used to other smells. He walked back to the sofa with his long legs, took the notebook handed to him by Assistant Zhou, and continued working.
The air pressure in the small space was very low, with only the slight sound of typing echoing.
Seeing that the man ignored her, Huang Xiaoxiao bit her lip and spoke with a pale face.
"Mr. Xing... I don't want to have an IV anymore. I want to go home right now. But my foot is injured and it's not very convenient for me to walk. I'd like to trouble you to give me a ride. Is that okay?"
After she finished speaking, her eyes fell on the man typing opposite her. She saw his thriving abdominal muscles under his shirt, and then she imagined herself with an injured foot and unable to walk, and being supported by him. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her face felt hot as if it was burning. She even wanted to refuse him to send her home.
But the man didn't even raise his eyelids.
She was a little embarrassed, holding the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, and continued: "I know you don't like me. You are staying here just to fulfill the task assigned by grandpa. In fact, I did this because I didn't want to embarrass you. I definitely don't have any improper thoughts about you."
As she said this, she laughed at herself and said, "I am not qualified. I am just the adopted daughter of the Huang family. What I should do is to work hard, fulfill my dream of designing, and repay my adoptive parents for their twenty years of raising me."
She spoke in an unhurried and neither humble nor arrogant tone, but at the end her voice became low and muffled, sounding very weak. Even Assistant Zhou, who was watching the show nearby, was moved and turned to look at his boss.
Xing Mingyu's handsome face remained indifferent. He read through more than a dozen reports in a row, signed his name one by one with an electronic pen, took out his mobile phone and sent a message. Then he handed the notebook to Assistant Zhou and stood up.
When Huang Xiaoxiao saw that he had finished his work, she moved her left foot which was numb from standing. Her ears gradually turned red, and the fingers that were pinching the hem of her clothes suddenly tightened. She opened her mouth and spoke.
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Xing."
She has difficulty walking, and he can't let her walk to the hospital entrance.
If he held her sideways, where should she put her hands?
"Knock knock!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the closed door, interrupting her beautiful thoughts.
"Enter."
Outside the door, a young woman in a pink nurse's uniform walked in pushing a wheelchair.
"Director Chen said that the patient in the No. 1 senior ward needs wheelchair service. Who is it?"
Huang Xiaoxiao: “…”
Assistant Zhou said formally, "My boss asked me to get this wheelchair. Come in, give it to this lady."
......
In the end, Huang Xiaoxiao refused the nurse's wheelchair service and limped into the elevator with Xing Mingyu.
There were only three of them in the elevator. Xing Mingyu stood far away, busy typing on his phone, and never looked at her from beginning to end.
She bit her lower lip and dared not make a sound. When the elevator reached the first floor, she jumped out quickly. However, her left foot was not flexible enough and her toes kicked the gap between the elevator and the floor.
"oops!"
She lost her balance and instinctively grabbed the person next to her. When she calmed down, she found that she was grabbing the cuff of Xing Mingyu's shirt, and her head hit his strong and powerful arm. Her brown hair spread out on his pure black suit. This beautiful picture made passers-by think that they were such a beautiful couple.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Huang Xiaoxiao apologized repeatedly. After helping him stand, she didn't dare to touch him again.
Xing Mingyu pulled his wrist back, patted his cuffs, frowned, and dialed Ling Yue's number in annoyance.
"Where are you? I have something to arrange for you."
Huang Xiaoxiao hopped on one leg to the hospital entrance, watching the man get into the stretched Lincoln and leave in a dashing manner, her lips tightly pursed.
......
Jiang Family Villa Restaurant.
Aunt Lan's expression wasn't much better.
"Mr. Xing, what's wrong? It's almost eight o'clock and he hasn't come back yet. His phone is turned off and the food is cold. If he really can't come back for something, you can borrow someone else's phone to call and notify them. There's a pregnant woman at home."
Originally, she had a good impression of Mr. Xing, but now seeing that he was not punctual and did not give explanations for his work, Aunt Lan had secretly deducted points from him in her heart.
Jiang Qianxun looked at the clock on the wall, then glanced at the WeChat interface with no reply. She didn't want her child to be hungry, so she called Xing Mingyu again.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off."
After waiting for an hour while enduring hunger, Jiang Qianxun got such a result. She bit her lower lip, feeling a little unhappy and disappointed.
What on earth was he doing?
Her mind couldn't help but flash back to the vibrating cell phone he placed next to her bed when he was helping her get dressed this morning. The caller was: Old Man.
Many guesses flashed through my mind.
She looked a little pale.
Aunt Lan saw that she couldn't get through on the phone and her face looked a little bad, so she hurried over to comfort her: "Miss, it's okay, maybe Mr. Xing is too busy, why don't we eat first."
After hearing Aunt Lan comforting her, Jiang Qianxun realized that she cared too much and immediately shook her head.
Jiang Qianxun, what are you thinking about! Apart from the child, you and him are insignificant people. Let alone if he doesn't come back for dinner today, even if he finds someone he likes and gets married in the future, it has nothing to do with you.
Have you forgotten the conditions you proposed last night?
She suppressed the inappropriate emotions in her heart, turned off her cell phone, and picked up the chopsticks.
"I'm fine, Aunt Lan, let's eat first. Mr. Xing is busy, so you don't have to cook for him anymore."
Aunt Lan thought of today's worries and sighed heavily.
"Yes, Miss."
The top floor of Xing Group.
"The European and American regions will follow this plan for the next quarter. Adjournment."
After finishing an important meeting in Europe and the United States, Xing Mingyu finally closed his notebook, too tired to talk.
Instinctively, I took the private cell phone on the table and wanted to see if the little woman at home was asleep.
I pressed the power button, but found that the phone had been turned off at some point.
He rubbed his forehead with one hand, put his phone into the charging box, waited for it to turn on, and just entered the password when three WeChat messages and two phone calls popped up.
His heart sank, he clicked on it, read it quickly, and called back immediately.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off."
His expression changed.
At this time, Assistant Zhou walked in with another laptop in one hand, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a croissant in the other hand, and said, "Sir, this is Mr. White's video call to discuss the future of AI..."
"Push him away first. I have something to go home for." Xing Mingyu took his coat and cell phone and walked quickly out of the office.
Behind him, Assistant Zhou dropped the bread in his hand in shock.
......
Twenty minutes later, at the gate of Jiang family.
The black iron gate was closed.
The extended Lincoln was parked in front of the door, with its headlights on, and it stood there motionless.
The noble man was leaning against the right side of the front of the car, holding a cell phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other, staring at the phone. The little woman who was sitting next to him through the door did not reply to his message.
At this time, Aunt Lan came back from square dancing, and when she turned around and looked up, she saw this scene.