The president is cold during the day and kisses at night

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 adults.

Most of the merchant's descendants 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 the 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 looking at her.

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 his saliva, this sense of oppression 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 he was about to leave, so he took a half step forward 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 the light.

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

"Shang Ke."

Mr. Shang's deep voice came from inside the room. Shang Ke turned around and went in. Seeing the old man standing with Dr. William on crutches, he shouted, "Grandpa."

Turning around, he shouted again: "Doctor William."

Doctor William nodded at him.

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

Shang Ke looked at Dr. William and said with all sincerity, "Dr. William, it's rare for you to come to the old house, otherwise you'll 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 wouldn't ask too much.

And Shang Ke's respect for Teacher William, even if Mr. Shang didn't send him, he would 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 call halfway, turned to Shang Ke and said, "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, and just followed suit, re-planning the route to the hospital.

……

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

It also became more and more uncomfortable.

She took her temperature and it rose again, but it was not enough to go to the hospital. In addition, it was raining outside, and the humidity made her feel restless.

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

When I wanted to call Shang Li, 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 must have drunk too much.

Swipe and swipe until they reach Shang Yinghan's phone number.

Wen Qing was startled.

It seems that 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...

Missing was like a spring, overwhelming the sky, 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. When she was awakened, she heard the sound of entering the password outside the door.

Drip, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop,

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

The sound of the door lock code was not unusual to hear at ordinary times, but at night, especially when it was so quiet, when the beep sounded suddenly, it was so clear that it made her hair stand on end.

She slid down from the sofa and lay down on the carpet timidly. In this weather, and now that she has a cold head and feels dizzy, it is easy for her to think wildly. She is worried that it might 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.

Slightly 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 a hallucination in my vision.

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 Fifth?" 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, just threw herself into his arms.

The tears stored in the eyes fell one by one.

She wanted to tell him a lot of pain in her stomach, 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: "En."

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

Wen Qing's head 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)