Today, Yang Junhao's car is much more lively than before. In addition to him, there are three ride-sharing passengers.

According to Du Feng's instructions, Yang Junhao needs to pick up and drop off Sun Xingyan from the hospital and Dianya Company every day. In addition, the top priority today is to take Mr. Qian to the hospital, so he is in the car. Another one is Yan Yan. She wants to visit Chen Miao in the hospital. She has been very busy these days and can't spare time.

Mr. Qian was very silent, in the corner of the back seat.

Sun Xingyan was also in the back seat, and Yan Yan was in the car, which made her feel indescribable.

Today Yan Yan's warning to her was that she did not tell Yang Junhao that there was no need to say anything about such a trivial matter before she could figure it out.

Compared with the silence of the two in the back seat, Yan Yan in the front seat seemed much more cheerful.

"Mr. Yang, have you visited Chen Miao these days?" Yan Yan combed her hair and said with a smile.

"No! I have always been very busy and I don't have that time. I feel relieved to President Xu's noble hospital, so I don't have to worry about anything for her." Yang Junhao drove the car and replied lukewarmly.

"I don't know how she's been doing these days, I don't know if she's enough money to spend it!" Yan Yan seemed to be talking to herself, but her voice was so loud that everyone in the car could hear it clearly.

"If you don't have enough money, come to me and tell Chen Miao that she was injured in the company, and the company will take all the responsibility." Yang Junhao gave her a reassurance.

Yan Yan nodded with satisfaction and glanced at Mr. Qian and Sun Xingyan in the back seat in the mirror.

She didn't know Mr. Qian's identity. In her eyes, the old guy in the back seat was just a warehouse administrator. To put it bluntly, it was an old man.

I didn’t expect that this old man would take Yang Junhao’s ride-hailing ride. Can the general manager’s car be able to ride as long as he wants?

"Mr. Yang, I want to take your car in the future, too." Yan Yan said in a sweet voice.

Yang Junhao was slightly stunned: "We are in different directions! Isn't your house on the back?"

"You still need to go there if you go shopping at night! It's really not interesting near my house." Yan Yan's eyes were bright, imagining the prosperity of the commercial street, and yearning from the bottom of her heart.

"Whatever! I'm going to send Xingyan back anyway." Yang Junhao had no objection, no reason to have any objection.

"What a far-fetched answer! What a casual answer! I'm speechless!" Yan Yan showed off her charm, and her soft words could melt people.

"Okay! Is this OK?" Yang Junhao said helplessly.

"This is almost the same!" Yan Yan snorted lightly and glanced at Sun Xingyan in the back seat again from the mirror.

Yang Junhao did not show any dissatisfaction with her, which could indicate that Sun Xingyan did not tell him about the basement.

"Where does Xingyan live?" Yan Yan smiled slightly at Sun Xingyan.

"Hospital!" Sun Xingyan replied with a smile.

"Living in the hospital? So strange! Incredible." Yan Yan said she was very confused.

"My friend is hospitalized, and I need to accompany me at night, so I have to live there temporarily." Sun Xingyan lied for the second time today, and her face turned red naturally again.

"So where is Mr. Qian going?" Yan Yan turned her eyes to Mr. Qian. If Yang Junhao hadn't been in the car, she would have completely ignored this old guy.

Qian Lao Zhang replied: "Hospital!"

"Everyone goes to the hospital! What a coincidence!" Yan Yan sat down again. She was sitting in the front seat and was on par with the driver Yang Junhao. The sense of superiority arose.

The car stopped in the hospital courtyard. Yan Yan did not walk away immediately, but gently grabbed Yang Junhao's arm: "Mr. Yang, can you go and see Chen Miao with me?"

"I'll go there later. Xingyan's friend who is hospitalized is also my friend. I have to go and see him first." Yang Junhao refused with a smile. Looking at Chen Miao? I really don't have any interest.

Even Yang Junhao is extremely disgusting for Chen Miao's actions. It is a strange thing for a woman to be shameless in this situation.

Yan Yan left the team and first entered the main building of the hospital.

"Xingyan, go back to the room and go to Uncle Feng's ward to get better later." Yang Junhao instructed: "Also, don't come out frequently in the house, so as to save trouble."

Sun Xingyan was able to understand what he meant, and saying so much was nothing more than to avoid Yan Yan.

The three of them took the elevator upstairs. In the corridor, Sun Xingyan left the team, and only Yang Junhao and Qian Lao walked towards Du Feng's ward.

The two of them pushed the door and Yang Junhao was surprised to find that Du Feng's current movements were almost no different from those when he came early in the morning.

This guy was still teasing two little hamsters, and seemed to be enjoying it.

"Uncle Feng! Old Qian is here!" Yang Junhao shouted softly.

Du Feng put down the plastic strip in his hand and quickly turned around carefully: "Please sit down!"

Mr. Qian walked closer and did not sit down directly. After looking up and down at Du Feng on the hospital bed, he smiled kindly: "Are you okay kid?"

"What's wrong? Just a skin trauma." Du Feng smiled: "Mr. Qian, please sit down!"

Yang Junhao chose to quit at the right time: "I'll go buy something, let's have a good drink, you two will chat first!"

Before leaving, he winked at Du Feng, meaning that he would finish talking about everything he should talk about while he was away.

Only Du Feng and Mr. Qian were left in the ward, and one of the old and the young suddenly seemed a little embarrassed.

"You want to see me? Always Yang said that, I really don't have time at noon, you kid won't be angry with me, right?" Mr. Qian laughed.

Du Feng handed over a cigarette and lit it for him, and smiled: "How dare I be angry with you? You saved my life, and you can't even repay it."

"You guy must have something to do! Did you call me here just to have a drink? Why don't I believe it?" Mr. Qian took a sip of cigarettes and chuckled, "Tell me! But I may not be able to help."

Mr. Qian has lived for decades and his ability to read people is naturally great. He has gone from a bullied employee of a moving company to a celebrity in Shanghai. Although he is short, his body is less than 1.65 meters tall. Shortness is just a surface.

"I'm fine, I'm asking you to drink all the time. After all, I can't visit you. The more I think about it these days, the less uncomfortable it feels, so I asked Junhao to bring you over. I feel very guilty!" Du Feng apologized deeply, and he didn't thank him for his kindness. He said too much and was nonsense.

"It's really nothing?" Qian Old Man didn't believe that his judgment was wrong.

"There is no big deal, but there is one small thing. I'll just say it clearly! You have a noble status and a wealthy family are so unimaginable. For example, we ordinary people like us, I really can't understand why you don't enjoy your old age but have to work as a warehouse manager in a small company. I really can't understand!" Du Feng laughed.

"You guy is a thief! Haha!" Mr. Qian suddenly laughed: "I'll tell you the truth, I'm just enjoying my old age."

"Now? Are you enjoying?" Du Feng said incredible: "What is the enjoyment that is called staying in that small dark room all day? The real enjoyment should be around the country and even around the world. When you can't walk, you won't feel regretful."

"If you want to walk around, I dare not say that I have traveled all over the world, but there are footprints left by me in fifty percent of the world. Where else do I want to go for a walk?" Qian Lao snorted and said, "I'm tired of walking, I'm not interested!"

"Then you should have a good life at home. Why is it so hard? What's the point?" Du Feng shook his head and asked.

No one knows how rich Mr. Qian’s family is. It is estimated that it will never be less than a few billion.

This old guy also has a well-known rich son. No one can figure out that he would give up everything and be willing to become a warehouse manager in a small company.

Mr. Qian took a deep breath of cigarette, remained silent for a while, and finally said, "It seems that you won't agree if I don't say it. If I don't say it, you must think that I, an old guy, have an idea about Dianmei Company, right?"

"Yes! Mr. Qian is such a big tree, which makes people nervous!" Du Feng nodded and begged: "It was Junhao who asked me to ask, you might as well say it."

Such a big man is quietly dormant in the elegant company. Outsiders may not think much, but insiders will definitely be anxious.

What is his intention? He has bad intentions for this small company? But it is impossible to think about it. This company is so small that no one is famous. Will a person like Qian like him fall in love with it?

Even if you really have a thought for this small company, with his strength and financial resources, he made a bid on the spot, and the company could earn his own account in seconds.

"You guys! You're so careless." Mr. Qian threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, raised his eyes and wriggled his lips, and said softly: "You don't know that many years ago, when I was at your age, it was not an industrial park, but a village. A village with a large number of people, I lived in the village when I came to S City. At that time, it was so bitter! I had no meal at the last meal, and even drank only a bowl of rice soup a day. Many people knew that I had a hard life before, but in fact I just knew that the general and more things were impossible for anyone except me."

As Mr. Qian spoke, his face gradually became full of wounds.

Du Feng listened quietly, and he knew that this would be an interesting story, an old story decades ago, which was meaningful.

"When I first came, I didn't have a job, which means I haven't started to enter the moving company. I have been weak since I was a child and came here from afar. It's the most uncomfortable thing to be unacceptable to the local environment. In addition, I can't eat every meal, but I fell ill in just three days. If I hadn't been helped by my benefactor, I would have lost my life thirty years ago." Mr. Qian said this, his eyes were red.

Du Feng nodded: "Old Qian doesn't have to be sad, please continue."

"A local person saved me. I fell ill in front of his house at that time. After begging all the way, I finally fell ill in front of his house. The uncle was about the same age as my father. Instead of throwing me away, he called someone to carry me in and find a doctor to treat me. Those days! I was crying when I remembered!" Mr. Qian reached out to wipe his tears, and suddenly smiled: "It was the job he found for me. In the next few decades, until he was old, I treated him like my biological father!"
Chapter completed!