On the way home, Lin Yechen, in a suit and tie, sat in the back of the car, and the night view of the city was dazzling.
The driver Chu Ning drove the car and looked at him through the rearview mirror from time to time. He found that he was distracted, so he whispered, "Mr. Lin, you have released Mr. Lin today. I originally agreed to go back for dinner. I have to explain it tomorrow.
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Lin Yechen came back to his senses. He understood what the assistant meant was to think of countermeasures.
So he thought about it and told him softly, "Don't talk nonsense about today's affairs. My father's tutoring is strict, and I'm worried that it will affect other girls."
"Don't worry, I don't know anything." The assistants are all drivers, and Chu Ning is a tactful young man.
Through the rearview mirror, he vaguely saw the wound on the corner of the man's lips, and couldn't help but worry, "How to explain this injury? It probably won't swell down tomorrow."
"I'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow, so I'll take a break early today." After that, Lin Yechen closed his eyes and leaned into the back of the chair.
His heart seemed to have not yet been taken back, and it was still with Shu Ran and his daughter. Their lingering figures were in their minds. They felt a little distressed and worried. His beautiful eyebrows were frowning.
He was really tired after working all afternoon and for most of the night.
At night, Tong Hua took a shower and went out to the study to walk around, and then he saw Mu Chen sending a message three hours ago.
Oh my God, she didn't check it in time!
Hurry up and clicked on the WeChat content. Mu Chen edited the text and told her that he went to the police station today, found all the files about the car accident that year, and went to the hospital, but the information retrieved was incomplete, but there must be what she needed.
material.
Tong Hua read this passage three times, and while Lu Yuchuan was still in the study, she called Mu Chen.
The ringtone didn't ring for too long, and he quickly answered it, "Hey, haven't you been asleep yet?"
"Sorry, I just saw the message, thank you." Tong Hua always put it first, thank you, "Is the hospital incomplete information?"
"The attending doctor has left the job not long after that," Mu Chen told her, "I just found some historical archives, but I felt that it was incomplete."
how so??
Tong Hua felt more and more confused about the incident, why did he resign?
At this time, Lu Yuchuan was carrying a cup of warm pregnant milk upstairs.
He walked gently, and when he pushed open the door, Tong Hua happened to finish the call. When she turned her eyes, she saw him, holding the cell phone in her hand.
"It's so late, who else can call?" Lu Yuchuan was not suspicious, but just asked with concern, and then walked towards her.
"No, I'll watch Douyin for a while." Tong Hua smiled.
He came to her, she took the milk from him, "Thank you husband." The temperature was just right, and she raised her head and drank it all.
Lu Yuchuan's lips raised, "So good." He stroked her head docilely, and took the empty cup from her, "It's getting late, go to bed?"
"Yeah, are you finished?"
"It's over."
In this way, Tong Hua accompanied Lu Yuchuan to lie in the quilt.
The main light turned off, she pillowed on his arms, listening to his familiar heartbeat, and soon fell asleep.
No matter how tired he was at work, as long as Lu Yuchuan was lying on this familiar bed, as long as he could smell the faint fragrance emitted from her, he felt extremely quiet and his sleep quality became very good.
That night, the moon was on the treetops and the late autumn wind was already very cool.
Winter is coming soon.
If you don't tighten the window and fall asleep at night, it will be a bit cold and it is most likely to catch a cold.
In the Lu family, the lights in the main villa have been turned off in the ancient old house. The camphor tree in front of the yard and the dense leaves are rustling under the evening breeze.
In the small backyard building where Han Yunzhi is located, a simple bedroom with elegant decoration is still brightly lit.
She sat in front of the dressing mirror, holding the yellowed album that had been treasured for a long time. She had been looking through it for at least an hour, and the people inside were not tired of reading it.
Her affectionate eyes fell on the man in the photo for a long time.
The fingers gently stroked the man's cheeks, and there was a long voice in his heart—