The so-called nine-to-five office worker was never suitable for Sang Yiyu. Ever since she joined this company, she never knew what it was like to leave work at five o'clock. She is always the most progressive, serious, and relentless person in her work. Whether she is engaged in a teaching position or entering an enterprise, striving to succeed and performing the most perfect has always been her requirements for herself.
But today she got off work on time. After the matter was settled, she left on time even more than the staff who punched in and out of get off work. By the time she realized which direction she was going, the car she was driving had already driven along the road to the middle of the Ziwangyang Mountain. I can't help but think of a time many years ago when she took a bus every day and got off at the bus stop at the foot of the mountain, and then walked up the mountain along the narrow sidewalk beside this road. And now nothing has changed, but six years have passed, and many things have changed.
Sang Yiyu told herself that she "dropped in" to have a look out of the purpose of caring for her subordinates. It was precisely because of this thought that she gave up the idea of driving to the door of Yan Se's house and turning around to leave. She would never do anything out of concern, guilt, etc. Anyway, she was always in the eyes of others Indifferent, lonely person.
Yan Se's house is still as deserted as it was six years ago, and Nuo Da's house can't see a master or hear a sound. The butler was still the same as six years ago, he looked older than six years ago but still dressed politely. As soon as she saw Sang Yiyu, she smiled happily: "Miss Sang, you haven't been here for a long time."
It was as if she hadn't been here for ten days and half a month. She didn't mean "long time", she hadn't been here for six years. Sang Yiyu was really insensitive to this kind of "enthusiasm". She didn't respond to the housekeeper's enthusiasm, but just greeted quietly: "How is Mrs. Yan?"
The housekeeper said: "My wife moved out after marrying a foreigner six years ago. You are here to find Miss, she has not come down all day upstairs today."
Moved out six years ago? Sang Yiyu frowned and thought for a moment, no wonder she saw Yan Se's cars parked in the two garages downstairs of Yan's house just now.
The housekeeper graciously led Sang Yiyu upstairs, and when passing by the study on the second floor, he inadvertently said: "Miss Sang, Miss Yan misses you very much, which photos in the study... should be you. Miss has kept it in the study for the past few years We often go to see it, but we are never allowed to move."
Sang Yiyu raised his eyebrows, feeling strange that the butler had thoughtlessly brought up Yan Se's matter, but he still didn't say anything, maintaining his usual quiet and indifferent expression.
After opening the door of Yan Se's room, the decoration inside has not changed much, but some of the too girlish furnishings and supplies are now replaced with a more practical and concise style. Maybe this is the same as Yan Se, there has been no change in six years, but the little girl has grown up a bit.
Yan Seren was on the rooftop, her long hair was tied into a crooked ponytail and tied on her left shoulder with a ribbon, she was wearing a white cotton skirt, she looked like a youthful and invincible girl. She was lying on the side of the railing, and the light of the setting sun slanted around her, casting a long and slender shadow. As soon as Sang Yiyu approached, Yan Se turned her head, not at all surprised that she would come, as cunning as if Even if she is sure what the person she cares about will do.
She even smiled as if she was 19 years old: "Teacher, my favorite place in the past few years is this rooftop, because it is the place where I can stand very high and see the farthest. Every time I stand here, I think, Can see such a large area, maybe I will suddenly see the teacher there?"
Sang Yiyu curled her lips and did not answer. She also walked forward and lay down on the railing like Yan Se, looking at the residential buildings below the mountain, the narrow streets, the coastal roads and the sea shimmering in the setting sun in the distance. .So, is this girl Yan Se really a witch? After several years, she still retains such an elf and cute girlish temperament. Although she knows how bad this little devil really is, at first glance, she is easily deceived by accident. .
"Teacher, what are you thinking~" You are looking at the scenery, but the person watching the scenery is looking at you. As soon as she appeared, Yan Se's eyes never left Sang Yiyu: "The teacher used to be like this, he never let me know what was on his mind, so he had to keep guessing, keep guessing."
Pfft, she didn't let her know what she was thinking! Sang Yiyu couldn't help rolling his eyes. This little devil really knows how to file a complaint first. What was in her heart that she didn't know before? Which one of the things she said to her was not the truth? He told her heart and soul, but this guy didn't tell her a few truths, just like now, see, saying that he is sick is another lie.
The man with "mumps" smiled sweetly at her with a beautiful and lovely face.
Sang Yiyu looked away, and said coldly, "Since you're fine, I'm leaving."
"Teacher," Yan Se grabbed her wrist, her smile faded and her pretty face became serious: "I know you're angry about what happened yesterday. But that's my true wish, the desire for the teacher is something I have The main reason for that move is because I want to kiss you very much! So I will not apologize for the kiss last night."
"It's up to you." Apologize, don't apologize, this has never been a question of apologizing, just like before - but why is this little devil pretending to like her again? Now the game is over, isn't it, she has nothing more for her to find fun, and she doesn't need to pretend anymore.
Sang Yiyu broke away from Yan Se's hand and walked into the room. Just two steps away, the phone rang, and she took it out to see that it showed Sang Yiwei's name. Sang Yiyu hesitated for a moment before picking it up, and gently moved her red lips to try to keep her tone of voice unemotional: "Hi. It's me."
Yan Se just watched her answer the phone with her back turned to her, and then slowly walked forward a few steps, suddenly her steps became unsteady, precariously as if she was about to fall down at any time. Yan Se quickly strode forward and hugged Sang Yiyu's waist to support her with her own body, and said worriedly: "Teacher, teacher? What's wrong with you?"
Sang Yiyu seemed to wake up from a dream. She took a few deep breaths to restore her tone of voice: "It's nothing. I'll take my leave first. I have something urgent to go back to Hong Kong."
"I'll accompany you." Yan Se didn't even think about it. She knows best how calm this cold woman is when things happen, so it is easier to see that her expression at this moment is definitely not "nothing".
"No, it's just a personal matter, not a company matter. You don't have to—" Sang Yiyu said, intending to leave Yan Se's support, and walked straight forward from her arms.
"I'll accompany you. I can get you back to Hong Kong as quickly as possible." Yan Se didn't give her a chance to speak, and walked out directly holding Sang Yiyu's hand.
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Yan Se immediately asked He Shiqin to transfer a private helicopter. Fortunately, He Shiqin, the prodigal second ancestor, raised a group of idlers who could be at her disposal at any time. In less than an hour, Yan Se and Sang Yiyu landed on the helicopter of a large private general hospital on the ping.
During this period, Sang Yiyu didn't say a word, but her whole body was tense, and her face was slightly pale. Yan Se held her hand tightly all the time, and Sang Yiyu's hand was sore from being held in the middle. She tried to break free, but Yan Se simply changed the way of holding hands, and clasped her fingers, so that their hands were tightly clasped together. .
Later, Sang Yiyu didn't bother to talk to her, and let her hold her if she wanted to, but she was like a person who just finished a marathon and didn't even bother to lift a finger. It wasn't until they reached the ward that Yan Se let go of her hand the moment the door was opened, and Ren Sang Yiyu walked forward slowly.
It's the teacher's family. Yan Se looked at the few people in the ward silently. The weak man lying on the hospital bed should be the teacher's father, but the gentle aunt is not like the teacher's mother, because her appearance is very ordinary and she does not resemble the teacher at all. .What caught Yan Se's attention the most was a boy about her age. This boy is Ecoli, a rock star who has become popular in the music scene in recent years. He seems to be the teacher's younger brother! The teacher never mentioned that she has such a younger brother, which is so surprising. But the most shocking thing is that Yan Se vaguely recalled the back of the man who dated the teacher many years ago...
Sang Yiyu walked into the ward slowly, her eyes fell on the man on the bed with a gray face and gray temples who seemed much older than usual. But she finally stopped at the end of the hospital bed, neither approaching nor saying a word. The man on the bed stretched out his trembling hands slightly, and made a "hehe" sound from his throat but was speechless.
The middle-aged woman standing by the bed had tears in her eyes, and walked up to Sang Yiyu with a cautious and even humble tone: "Xiaoyu, go up and have a look at him. He suddenly had a stroke in the afternoon and fainted in the study Li, since I was sent to the hospital, I have been asking you if you have come."
Sang Yiyu didn't go forward, but said softly in a nonchalant tone deliberately without opening his eyes: "I just came to ask you when you will return my things to me."
Sang Hongmin's gray face suddenly turned red, he clenched his fist and beat the edge of the bed excitedly: "You dare to talk to me like this, I'm not dead yet, you came here to divide the family property...cough, cough cough..."
"Hongmin!"
"dad."
Deng Wen and Sang Yiwei hurried to the bed to help Sang Hongmin to lie down, Sang Yiwei couldn't hide his worry, and Deng Wen shed a lot of tears.
Deng Wen shed tears, lowered his eyes and whispered to Sang Yiyu, his tone of cowering and whispering was almost pleading: "Xiaoyu, don't deliberately anger your father like this, you clearly know that your father's greatest wish is to give up everything. I leave everything to you, he can't move his body now..."
"I don't want anything from him." Sang Yiyu clenched his fists so that his nails dug deep into his flesh, staring into Sang Hongmin's eyes and said word by word: "I just want you to give me back what my mother left me." , You stole them, give me back my mother's things, I don't care about your things."
Sang Hongmin was so suppressed that his face was flushed from neck to neck. He was trembling and he didn't know where the strength came from, but he suddenly struggled to sit up, and stretched out his hand to slap Sang Yiyu.
"Teacher!" Nervously, Yan Se rushed forward and hugged Sang Yiyu's shoulders, fearing that she would not be able to stop Sang Hongmin's slap, she hugged Sang Yiyu subconsciously and leaned out her upper body to meet him.
But Sang Hongmin's hand just stopped in mid-air, trembling, but did not fall. Sang Yiyu's expression was stubborn, and the coldness in his eyes condensed into ice. She gently pushed Yan Se behind her and walked in front of Sang Hongmin. The heavy depression made her voice hoarse: "Hit it, hit it again like before! Hit it!"
Sang Hongmin lay back on the bed slumped, muttering and cursing angrily: "How could I have given birth to a child like you!"
Sang Yiyu's tears fell silently. She turned around so that no one could see, and only responded in a calm tone: "Anyway, you have other children, and you wish you hadn't given birth to me. I was not born by you, I was only born by my mother!"
The author has something to say: Mrs. Sang, the arrogant subject...
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