Ye Nanyue sat on the sofa, holding a glass of water and sitting quietly.
It was completely impossible to tell that just a few minutes ago, she was in the middle of a life-threatening chase, and even her smile was bright.
Lu Wanling was wearing dark purple silk pajamas and an off-white shawl, with an ugly face.
"Nan Yue came here so late, is there something important?" she asked pretending to be relaxed.
Ye Nanyue: "I have something to tell grandpa."
"Your grandpa is almost asleep at this time. Let's talk about anything until tomorrow!"
Lu Wanling turned around and ordered the servant, "Arrange a room for Miss Nanyue and let her go to rest early."
But Ye Nanyue insisted, "What I want to say is very important."
Lu Wanling's face turned pale.
Ye Nanyue raised the corner of her mouth, "You don't seem to want me to see grandpa very much. Do you know what I want to say to grandpa?"
Although it was a question, her tone was affirmative.
Lu Wanling tightened her shawl and said, "How do I know what you want to say? I just think your grandpa is old and it's not good for you to bother him so late."
Ye Nanyue: "Although grandpa is old, he is in good health and getting stronger with age. I don't think there is anything wrong with him."
interesting.
Lu Wanling's face looked ugly, as if she was the one being hunted.
Lu Wanling must have known what she wanted to do when she came to see Sheng Fuheng. Maybe the group of people outside were arranged by Lu Wanling.
Why is she so afraid of seeing Sheng Fuheng?
Lu Wanling wanted to speak again, but the sound of a cane falling to the ground, neither light nor heavy, could be heard on the stairs.
Boom, boom, boom.
Neither light nor heavy, neither hasty nor slow.
Just like Sheng Fuheng, he is always in a state of strategizing, as if nothing in the world can make him lose his composure.
Ye Nanyue put down the water glass and stood up.
She didn't look towards the stairs, but to look at Lu Wanling.
Lu Wanling's face was not only ugly, but also showed a bit of fear.
Maybe he was so scared that he didn't even notice that his nails dug into his palms.
Ye Nanyue withdrew her gaze and walked towards the old man wearing a Tang suit over there, "Grandpa, there is someone who wants to see you."
Sheng Fuheng raised his eyes faintly, his cloudy and shrewd eyes calm, "Who?"
Ye Nanyue gently spit out a name, "Lu Wanxiang, my grandmother."
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Imperial Capital.
If Sheng Fuheng really wants to meet someone, no one can stop him.
Ye Nanyue did not expect such an unexpected result.
After Sheng Fuheng heard the name Lu Wanxiang, he was stunned for more than two minutes.
That face that was always calm and calm, full of shrewd calculations, showed a kind of dullness that Ye Nanyue had never seen before.
At this moment, Ye Nanyue felt that Sheng Fuheng was an old man.
After recovering, Sheng Fuheng asked with a trembling voice, "Lu Wanxiang?"
After getting the affirmative answer, Sheng Fuheng's courage became apparent.
He calmly contacted politicians in country A and was quickly restored.
They can arrange a private jet to fly to the imperial capital.
Without a moment's delay, they got on the plane.
There was everything on the private plane. Ye Nanyue sat on the chair and watched the stewardess apply medicine to Rong Que's wound.
"As soon as we get off the plane, I'll take you to the hospital to treat your wounds." Ye Nanyue frowned and looked at the hideous wounds.
Rong Que looked unconcerned, as if she was not the one who was hurt.
A cheerful smile appeared on her face after a fight, "It's okay, wounds like this are just minor injuries to me. Madam, you didn't see those people. They were beaten so hard by me that they couldn't even move."
She looked disgusted, "Those people should have received simple training. They have no skills other than using brute force in fighting."
"Even if there are ten more, I can knock them all down."
The stewardess tied the gauze a little harder. She hissed and said quickly: "My wound was scratched because the other party suddenly took out a knife. I didn't expect it."
She was afraid that Ye Nanyue would think she was exaggerating.
At this time, Rong Que became somewhat lively, which was in sharp contrast to the old silence before.
Ye Nanyue smiled, "Did Shi Wenye ask you not to speak?"
Rong Que shook his head, "It's not Mr. Shi, it's my senior brother. He said that rich people have many rules and have many secrets. We as bodyguards should not do anything except protect people, we should not look at anything, and we should not listen to anything."
After saying that, she smiled and said, "But I think Madam is different from other rich people."
There was no arrogance from the employer, nor did they treat them as defensive targets.
Ye Nanyue smiled and said: "You are very powerful. You are the most powerful bodyguard I have ever seen."
"Of course, my senior brothers say I have talent." She raised her arms, exposing the muscles on her forearms.
According to the current fashion, Rongque is obviously not the white, thin type that the mainstream likes.
Her facial features are cold, her eyes are determined, and her body is not fragrant and soft, but has clear and powerful muscles.
But Ye Nanyue likes this kind of bird very much.
She patted Rong Que's arm and said, "I will talk to Shi Wenye when I get back and give you a salary increase."
Rong Que's eyes lit up, "That's good. It's worth the damage."
Ye Nanyue chatted with her for a while, and after making sure she was okay, she returned to her seat.
She sat next to Sheng Fuheng.
Sheng Fuheng had closed his eyes and rested since he got on the plane. If it weren't for the hand holding the crutch so hard that the veins popped out, Ye Nanyue would have thought he fell asleep.
"You'd better not lie to me!" As soon as she sat down, Sheng Fuheng's deep voice came over, "No matter who it is, I won't be lenient if you lie to me on this matter."
Ye Nanyue stared at Sheng Fuheng for a few seconds, "When you go to meet someone, you will know whether I lied to you or not."
Five o'clock in the morning.
The sanatorium is still quiet.
The patter of footsteps sounded in the empty corridor.
Sheng Fuheng's footsteps walked faster and faster, faster and faster.
Until we stopped in front of a ward.
The doctor reminded in a low voice, "The patient is emotionally unstable, so try not to stimulate her after going in."
Sheng Fuheng hummed.
The door to the ward opens.
The curtains were all drawn and the lights were turned off, leaving only a soft, warm light on the wall emitting a faint light.
At a glance, he saw the woman lying on the bed.
The hands resting outside the quilt had loose skin and were dotted with old people's spots.
Sheng Fuheng walked towards the bed step by step.
It wasn't until he reached the bed that he could see the woman's face clearly.
Wrinkles, spots, paleness, sickness.
That was all he saw on the face.
Sheng Fuheng stretched out his hand and slowly held it, "Lu Wanxiang!"
"Xiangxiang! Xiangxiang!"
His voice was trembling, and his whole body was trembling.
But he didn't notice, he just shouted again and again.
Warm tears rolled down his face and hit the back of Lu Wanxiang's hand.
Lu Wanxiang, who had been sleeping, blinked his eyelids and slowly opened them again.
Her eyes were very clean, just like many years ago. After the hazy sleepiness dissipated, there was a bright and bright look of joy inside.
"Aheng, is that you?"
"Are you here to pick me up and the kids?"
Lu Wanxiang showed a shyness that was inappropriate for her age, and threw herself directly into Sheng Fuheng's arms, "Aheng, I miss you so much!"
The two people who had been separated for more than forty years embraced each other.
The sound of sobbing could be heard in the ward.
Ye Nanyue stood at the door, stretched out her hand to wipe her eyes, and found that she had burst into tears at some point.