It was none other than Yu Haoran with a gentle face. The rimless glasses accentuated his delicacy, but for the first time in the interlacing shadows, his cold and cold temperament was completely exposed.

He raised his thin lips, hugged the woman beside him tighter, and raised his chin to silently declare his ownership.

Sophia still had that kind of gentle smile, she said:

"Goodbye, sincerely."

Then he turned around and walked farther and farther away from the man. He stretched out his arms to catch him, and dispersed the figure, but he couldn't grab the hand of the man he wanted to hold.[

Su Jinran woke up from her dream, sweating profusely, her phone vibrating next to her pillow, and the caller ID showed Qinghai Yun.

His head was still a little dizzy, so he rubbed his forehead. After a while, he found his cell phone. He got up and leaned on the bed. He looked at the phone number but didn't answer it for a while.

The phone vibrated like a bee in the palm of his hand, and the bright light of the screen made his eyes twinkle. He thought for a while and then said:

"It's past 5 a.m., you better have a good explanation."

Qinghai Yun never thought that he would call him at this time, but now the question is not whether he wants to, but that he must tell him. He paused and said calmly:

"Master Jin, the old lady is critically ill."

Critically ill?

Su Jinran's heart thumped, and everything fell silent. After a moment, his heart began to beat rapidly like the beating of a drumstick.

Nervousness and dense fear came over me in an instant, and the panic that had not dissipated in my dream seemed to surge up along with this sudden news.

I feel uneasy in my heart, but I don't want to believe it, because subconsciously I feel that how could such a strong and strong man suddenly become critically ill?

He hasn't done anything to him yet, how could he be critically ill?

What's more, he went to see Su Mumu yesterday afternoon. From the little girl's words, she didn't sound like someone who would suddenly become critically ill.

Su Jinran comforted himself, trying to calm down. He fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead and narrowed his eyes.

"What disease?"

Qinghai clouds moistened the lips,

"a lot of."

He glanced at the hospital bed

"After all, as I get older, my body has been hollowed out."

Su Jinran hummed, thinking that the old man seemed to be quite old indeed.[

He sighed in his heart,

"What did the old man say?"

"The old man wants to see you." Qinghai Yun's tone became more serious and he lowered his tone.

"He also wants to meet the young lady."

Su Jinran was silent and didn't speak for a long while. Qinghai Yun also held his breath, fearing that the newly promoted young master would lose his temper and directly express his disagreement.

After all, although his relationship with the old lady is no longer as cold and rigid as before, it doesn't seem to be any more cordial now.

Su Jinran thought about it for a long time, then lifted the quilt and stood up.

"Which hospital?"

Qinghai Yun gave the address and was relieved when he heard a response and hung up the phone.

Turning to look at the hospital bed

His hands are on the bed

"How about it? Has he agreed?"

Qinghai Yun looked at his master helplessly and twitched his lips:
Chapter completed!