A Mistaken Marriage with Mr. CEO

Chapter 904: Between Master and Disciple

Perhaps the teardrops were so hot that Mr. Charles' eyelids moved and he woke up unexpectedly.

When Shen Qi saw Charles wake up, he quickly wiped away the tear marks on his face, but his red eyes couldn't hide it.

Charles opened his eyes and fixed his eyes for a long time before he could see Shen Qi's face clearly.

Charles smiled softly: "After all, I still couldn't hide it from you!"

"Teacher." Shen Qi said with a sob, "Sorry, I'm late."

Charles raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Shen Qi's eyes: "Silly girl, everyone has to take this step. What's so sad?"

"Teacher, the He family's medicine is still very good. I will contact the family and let someone send a doctor." Shen Qi was about to get up after speaking, but Charles suddenly grabbed Shen Qi's arm and stopped Shen Qi. Actions.

"Little Qi, I just didn't want to make a specimen without dignity, so I didn't tell you." Charles looked at Shen Qi calmly, and said: "People are dignified, and art is dignified. As a designer, Master, I want to leave this world with dignity."

Shen Qi burst into tears again: "Maybe there is still a chance?"

"I have done several tests. Cancer cells have metastasized, and they are advanced. Those treatments only delay the time of breath, but they won't make a fundamental improvement. Xiao Qi, respect the teacher." Charles sighed: "I It’s worth living for such a long time, and a student who is so proud of you."

"Teacher--" Shen Qi choked for a while, unable to speak anymore.

"Come, sit down and chat with the teacher. I haven't chatted with you for a long time." Charles said with a smile: "While I am still awake, while I can chat with you. Otherwise, in a while, you will only Can chat with my tombstone."

Shen Qi suddenly covered his mouth, and tears rolled down again.

"All right, my little girl." Charles smiled and looked at Shen Qi: "Don't look like this, it will make me sad."

Shen Qi nodded vigorously, wiped away the tears, sat in the original position, and began to talk about his recent events.

Talk about your husband, talk about your children, talk about your work, talk about your design.

In order not to make Charles feel useless, Shen Qi also deliberately asked Charles about some work matters.

Sure enough, when Shen Qi asked about his professional things, Charles's spirit immediately improved a lot.

Charles thought about it carefully, then gave his own suggestions, and repeatedly discussed with Shen Qi the tone and design concept of the new products released in the new season.

Charles really is the Taishan Beidou of the design world, and he gave Shen Qi a lot of inspiration.

Let Shen Qi temporarily forget that Charles was still a critically ill patient at this time.

The two people were discussing selflessly, and the atmosphere in the room was peaceful.

Feng Manlun stood outside the ward and did not enter to interrupt their discussion.

Perhaps this is the best way to respect Mr. Charles.

The assistant stood in the corridor, sighed, and said: "Mr. Charles has been running around all his life, and the most reassuring thing is actually Miss Shen. They are just like father and daughter."

Feng Manlun nodded and agreed.

The assistant took out a document from his bag, handed it to Feng Manlun, and said, “Originally, this document was intended to be published with the will. Now it seems that you should keep it, Mr. Feng.

Feng Manlun reached out and took it. It was Charles's lifelong effort.

These summaries, if spread out, will simply cause an earthquake and tsunami in the design world.

Obviously, these things are left to Shen Qi.

Mr. Charles really has high hopes for Shen Qi!

He did not hesitate to drag the sick body, and wrote such a thick summary, just to leave a fortune to his beloved student.

"Okay, I'll transfer it to Xiao Qi." Feng Manlun replied: "Let's go outside and wait. Don't disturb Xiao Qi and the teacher."

The assistant nodded, glanced at the two people in the room, and left with Feng Manlun.

In the room, after Shen Qi chatted with Charles for a while, Charles was obviously in a bad spirit.

Shen Qi said, "Teacher, would you like to take a break?"

"No. It won't be long before I can rest forever." Charles gently shook his head, smiling at Shen Qi.

He seemed to be completely unaffected by the illness.

Although his eyes were no longer clear, they were still gentle.

He looked at Shen Qi as if he were looking at his own child, full of nostalgia and sternness.

Shen Qiqiang resisted letting his tears roll down, forced a smile, and said, "Teacher, I'm really worried that I will smash your sign in the future. Dignified Charles designer, there will be such a stupid student."

"Haha! It's okay!" Charles chuckled lightly: "I will ask him in front of God and forgive you a lot. Because you are still young, God allows you to make mistakes. Xiao Qi, do you want to hear the teacher tell a story? "

"Okay." Shen Qi looked at Charles with bright eyes, and tried his best to force the tears back.

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was born in a very poor family. How poor is his family? His parents had to go to work in the manor every day, and they were greedy for darkness, but still barely had enough food and clothing. This little boy was five years old. That year, he showed his extraordinary painting talent for the first time, but in such a family, such talent is useless. It is better to be strong enough to do more part-time jobs in exchange for some meager rewards."

"The family tells the little boy that painting is a privilege of rich people. Ordinary people need to have a better body, and then learn a skill in the future, such as driving, such as gardening, in short, one can The skills to eat full stomach."

"The little boy doesn't believe in evil, so he has to learn to paint. But there are so many children in the family and they are very poor. How can he learn? So the little boy began to think of a way to go to the manor where his parents worked. Once I missed it, I was found, and the beaten was thrown out with bruises and bruises, and my parents lost their jobs."

Shen Qi listened quietly, without commenting.

"The little boy was punished for causing trouble. His parents were very disappointed in him, so they sent him to a relative's house far and far away and cut off contact. Fortunately, this little boy, a distant relative, has no children at home. So the little boy was raised as his own. When the relative discovered the little boy’s talent, he was overjoyed and found a lot of books for the little boy to learn."

“The little boy got nourishment and grew up very quickly. He created a painting when he was eight years old. This painting was sent to the auction house by his relatives and sold a large sum of money. Since then, this relative has Forcing the little boy to paint every day, and then profit from it.” Mr. Charles said here, smiling at Shen Qi.