Until talking about the child was tired and exhausted, she was held by Aunt Zhao to take a shower to sleep, and Shang Qian tired his clothes out.

He thought he would still see Su Nan, but there were no people in the living room.

Aunt Zhao cleaned up the wine glass on the bar, looked at Shang Qian, and said with a smile:

"Sir, my wife drank too much, I went to rest."

Shang Qian didn't know why he was relieved and nodded.

His ghost made God go to the direction of the master bedroom, opened the door gently, and only left a wall lamp in the inside, the light and shadow were dim.

Su Nan was lying on the bed, she was already asleep.

He glanced at the direction of the bedside table. The traces of the bottles and cans were not opened, or they were always placed.

Shang Qian's mind slowly fell down.

The complicated sour and astringent.

His mood is extremely heavy.

Still closed the door gently.

No sound of sound.

Take medicine and sleep with the help of alcohol. I don't know which one is better?

But no matter what, Shang Qian cannot accept it.

She is more difficult than herself.

Aunt Zhao sent him to the door. How could he persuade him to not stay, just say that there are important things to do.

But seeing his legs and feet are not good, but he can't bear to run back and forth:

"It's not easy to take a taxi here, let's let the driver pick you up?"

Shang Qian nodded and then entered the elevator directly.

Now he, almost no one knows that he is back.

His driver naturally didn't know.

He turned on the phone and contacted Rongyi directly.

In less than fifteen minutes, the car came.

Rongyi came by himself.

"So fast?"

Shang Qian looked at the time.

Rong Yi smiled embarrassedly: "It is entertaining with the partner nearby, do you want to show a face?"

Shang Qian pursed his lips and shook his head:

"No, send me to the nearby Qinghe Hospital."

"What do you go to the hospital?"

Shang Qian glanced at him, and his tone was indifferent:

"drive."

"Okay, but so late, how did you come out, and the car will have time to drive tomorrow. You and your wife haven't seen it for so long. You should have something to say.

I haven't told the company in the company to come back this good news, it is better to wait for you to show your face in person and surprise everyone? "

Rong Yi said excitedly, and did not pay attention to Shang Qian's face in the back.

He replied silently, and Rong Yi didn't notice it at all.

After all, Shang Qian can come back, it is indeed an exciting thing.

Go to the hospital.

Shang Qian got out of the car, "Go back, be careful on the road."

"Okay, business, what you need to contact me at any time."

Shang Qian nodded and walked towards the parking place.

If it was before, there is no need to drive the car away overnight.

But this car tailored for him. No one can drive except for him, so he must drive away, otherwise he will delay the next use.

Back to the S Lada Restaurant.

The business at night is better than the daytime.

It's just that he never expects the profit here.

When he walked in, the waiter recognized him, and said hello and continued to be busy.

I walked outside just now, the cold sweat on my forehead seemed to be blown away by the cold wind. At this time, the face was only slightly white, and I couldn't see any emotion.

"What about Qi Rong?"

He watched a recent waiter and asked, his voice was cold.

"Manager Qi greets guests upstairs."

Shang Qian's mandibular bone moved slightly, his eyes were deep like the sea, and there was a touch of sharpness in the dark pupils.

He pursed his lips and said calmly:

"Let her go to the upstairs office to find me."

He doesn't go often in that office, but the restaurant needs a place for office.

So I was packed into an office, but I have been idle.

The waiter nodded, and then he screamed obediently.

Shang Qian pulled his neckline, his face was cold and gloomy, covering the haze to walk upstairs.

I don't know if it is to delay time.

Qi Rong did not show up.

But Shang Qian is not in a hurry.

He sat in the office and waited, downloaded a template from the Internet, modified some things, and then printed it.

When he sat down, the pain of the right leg would relieve it.

It didn't take long.

Suddenly a message pops up.

It is a string of numbers sent by Rongyi:

"Shang President, this is a psychiatrist for his wife to see a doctor. It is an authoritative expert at home and abroad. He refuses to disclose the specific situation of his wife."

Shang Qian's eyes are a little blurred.

Thinking of the medicines on her bedside table, he was helpless.

Is her illness related to him?

It must be.

There is no doubt.

He reached out and pressed his forehead, very hard, his fingertips were white.

I don't know how long it has been.

Listening to the slow and heavy footsteps at the door.

Later, someone knocked on the door.

Shang Qian opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.

"Enter." His voice was low.

The door was pushed away from the outside.

Qi Rong walked in and closed the door again.

In fact, listening carefully, her footsteps are also light and heavy, but it is not obvious.

He sat there, his eyes stared at the person in front of him dark.

Qi Rong's face was pale, painted with lipstick, and she could see that she had carefully dressed herself.

I just can't hide the panic and bleak on my face.

She pursed her lips. This night, she worked very hard and wanted to make up for her fault, as if she was punishing herself.

But it is useless, what should come, it will come.

Before talking, Qi Rong's tears fell down.
To be continued...