When the bathroom door opened again, Jiang Shu had fallen asleep.
She slept in the corner next to the bed, clutching the corner of the quilt with her other hand, feeling very insecure in her sleep.
Fu Shiyan sighed helplessly, subconsciously moved her to the center of the bed, and then covered her with a quilt.
Have a good night's sleep.
Jiang Shu didn't know how to face sleeping in the same bed with Fu Shiyan again. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep at some point. When he woke up, he found that there was no one beside him, only the sunken curvature of the bedside and the residual warmth were there.
Tell her that he slept here.
Looking at the time again, it's already ten o'clock.
After Jiang Shu washed up and went downstairs, Aunt Liu was busy in the kitchen, "I'm sorry, Aunt Liu, I got up late."
She smiled and said, "You are a patient, so you should sleep more."
Today I made a medicinal stew, which included meat and medicinal materials, but it was not bitter at all. The cooking was very good. Jiang Shu drank happily and said, "You can make more next time. I want to take it to the hospital for my dad to try."
"Of course you can. Can your father drink?"
"You can put the soup into a syringe and use a stomach tube."
"...It's such a suffering." Aunt Liu looked at Jiang Shu with distressed eyes and sighed, "It's okay. We will have Ayan in the future and everything will be fine. Will he come back for dinner tonight?"
Jiang Shu choked on the soup, "He..." Will he come back? "He should come back."
"What do you mean should?" Aunt Liu was dissatisfied, "He doesn't even tell you whether he comes home or not."
"No, that's not what I mean. It's just that he's busy and sometimes emergencies happen. He can't tell for sure."
Aunt Liu then nodded in understanding, "Ayan can't help it, don't blame him."
How dare she.
For several days, Fu Shiyan seemed to be very busy, leaving early and coming back late, sometimes even staying at the company.
Jiang Shu stayed at home by himself. Apart from talking to Ju's mother and Aunt Liu, he just played stand-alone games by himself. He was so bored that he almost went moldy.
She had nothing to do that day, so she casually opened the dialog box with Fu Shiyan and typed word by word: What are you doing, Mr. Fu?
The message went unanswered and he didn't reply for a long time. It was probably in the evening when she took a nap and saw the reply: Just finished the meeting, what happened?
Jiang Shu rubbed his eyes and replied: Boring, so boring. Is there any news about my affairs?
This time the other end responded quickly: That's almost it. That person didn't really want to kill you, so his purpose was just to prevent you from participating in the meeting. Think about it, who in the design department least wants you to pass the drawing?
This text contained a lot of information. She frowned and quickly got the answer: Song Ke.
Fu Shiyan said: I will come back to pick you up in the evening.
But Jiang Shu couldn't figure it out. Song Ke was already the director of the design department. Why would she do this? If she was not careful, she would be killed!
She anxiously waited until it got dark and Fu Shiyan's car stopped at the entrance of Mingyuan. She quickly got in the car and said: "Fu Shiyan..."
The hurried words stopped suddenly, and she suddenly discovered that there was another person in Nuo Da's car. Mu Yi was sitting beside her with a stiff expression, "Miss Jiang."
Fu Shi's banquet was uneventful and he motioned for her to sit down.
Mu Yi immediately handed over the information and explained with his eyes: "We found that one of Song Ke's recent calls was from out of town. The phone card has been scrapped. We followed the IP territory to find it and found that he was talking to that little gangster.
Same, this shouldn’t be a coincidence.”
Jiang Shu looked through the printed call records.
Mu Yi added: "Of course I'm not completely sure it's her yet, maybe it's just an accident."