Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

Jiang Nuantang entered the suite and saw that the door on the left side near the balcony was open.

She walked over and saw Professor Dong wearing reading glasses, sitting on a chair, holding a photo frame in his hand, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking about.

Jiang Nuantang frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked twice on the door, then called out:

"Professor Dong."

Professor Dong came back to his senses when he heard a knock on the door.

I looked up and saw a beautiful figure standing by the door.

After listening to the other person's voice, she knew the other person's identity in an instant.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes hidden behind the reading glasses.

Then he forced a smile and said with a look of surprise:

"Xiaotang, why are you here?"

Dong Qiqin really didn't expect Jiang Nuantang to appear here.

After all, in order not to disrupt the other party's schedule, she deliberately did not tell Jiang Nuantang that she was about to be discharged from the hospital.

I had planned to tell her the news after I got home.

Never thought...

She came today, and she came so early.

It was really unexpected.

Jiang Nuantang smiled and did not hide anything, and replied:

"When I left last time, I heard from the nurse at the nursing home that you were going to be discharged today. This morning, I saw that I had nothing to do, so I thought of coming to see you and see if there was anything I could help you with."

Jiang Nuantang explained calmly.

The tone was nonchalant, as if they were discussing today's weather.

But in fact, she and Dong Qiqin were not related in any way, and they were just doctor-patient, having only known each other for less than a month.

Apart from necessary acupuncture and medical treatment, there is no need for such attentive visits.

But she couldn't tell why.

When dealing with this kind-looking old man, there is always an indescribable sense of intimacy.

For no reason, I wanted to do more for her within my ability.

Dong Qiqin was so happy when she saw her that she didn't even have time to use her as a laborer. She immediately smiled and said:

"I'm already very happy that you can come, so how can I ask you to do anything? Come on, take a seat! The driver should be here in a while."

While speaking, Dong Qiqin placed the photo frame in her hand into a suitcase beside her.

Then he looked up and called her:

"Come and sit down. I just got a new kind of Zen tea, we can taste it together."

Dong Qiqin said this and stood up to get some tea.

Jiang Nuantang did not reject her kindness, nodded and agreed:

"it is good."

Jiang Nuantang walked over and glanced at the suitcase and the photo frame that Dong Qiqin had just put down.

It was not the mother-son photo she thought it was, but a photo from an even older time.

The protagonists are two little girls.

One was about twelve or thirteen years old, and the other looked about six or seven years old.

Although it was just a glimpse, Jiang Nuantang could still vaguely identify the older girl from the outline of the girl, who is now Professor Dong.

Connect with the story she told before.

I guess the younger one is her sister who disappeared in the war.

I have been thinking about her for so many years and never gave up looking for her whereabouts.

He even carries a photo of the two of them with him at all times.

It can be imagined that Professor Dong really loves his sister.

Alas, life is full of regrets.

Jiang Nuantang retracted his gaze and sighed softly in his heart, but didn't say much.

Walk over to the coffee table beside the bed and sit down.

Dong Qiqin also brought back a can of exquisitely packaged Zen tea.

Jiang Nuantang stood up to answer it, but was rejected by Dong Qiqin.

"No, I'll do it. Let Dr. Xiao Jiang have a taste of my tea-making skills."