This villain's style is crooked

Time flies, two months later.

Because Su Yuyan's crew was filming in closed mode, Director Xue also reorganized the staff.

As a result, He Yixuan couldn't make any more small moves, so he could only keep suppressing the scene, but instead tempered Su Yuyan's acting skills.

And Lu Cha hasn't visited the class since watching the test shoot that day, but added Shao Ting's Wechat, just in case of any accident, let him keep an eye on He Yixuan and Su Yuyan from time to time.

this day.

SC Group, Office of the President.

Lucha ate potato chips and followed the drama openly, not forgetting to be distracted, listening to Guan Xi's report on work.

She has recently expanded into other industries, but they have all been handed over to the people below.

Especially for the part about real estate, let Wu Yan in the basement directly direct the staff through remote operation, and give teaching by the way.

It can be said that the attributes of a tool man have been brought into full play.

"President, Director Liu called today." Guan Xi put the document in his hand on the table:

"Su Yuyan's "The Murder at the Villa" will be released this weekend, but it collided with He Yixuan's "The First Kiss"."

"He can't make up his mind whether to compete with the other party for the prime time of the theater."

Lucha swallowed the potato chips in his mouth: "Let him fight boldly, the money will be paid by SC."

What she lacks most now is money.

Guan Xi nodded in agreement, and was about to leave when Mu Linze knocked on the door and walked in, holding a gray insulated lunch box, and said with a slight smile:

"Sister Guan, I'm here to deliver lunch to the president, and I brought you a copy too, and put it in the office outside."

Guan Xi expressed her gratitude subtly.

Ever since Lucha brought Mu Linze to him, they kept giving him resources to make him a qualified cash cow.

After finally being able to rest for a period of time, Mu Linze ran to the group when he had nothing to do.

Look at Lucha, chat for a few words, and then leave again.

Now it's a lunch box...

Guan Xi glanced at Mu Linze suspiciously:

Is he going after the president?

As if knowing what she was thinking, Mu Linze pretended to be serious: "I'm a little frog with self-knowledge."

"Because there will be an audition next month for the role of a chef, so I practiced at home in advance, and I just happened to make some more and send them over. Please try my skills."

Hearing this, Guan Xi was relieved.

The president doesn't need to coax Su Yuyan anymore.

And Lucha raised his eyes curiously: "What is delicious?"

"Seafood soup, and sweet and sour plum fragrant ribs."

Mu Linze opened the lunch box and took out two dishes, and the tempting aroma filled the air instantly.

Lu Cha's eyes lit up, before he picked up the tableware, he buzzed——

The phone on the table vibrated a few times.

It was a WeChat message from Shao Ting:

[Mr. Shen, I saw He Yixuan went to the director's room just now. I don't know what he said. Director Xue's face was very ugly, and he asked the field manager to find Su Yuyan. 】

[But I couldn't find anyone, and now I can't get through the phone. 】

[Can you contact him? 】

Lu Cha frowned slightly, and was about to dial Su Yuyan's number.

A phone call came in first, and the note was the hospital where Grandma Su was.

Press to answer, the voice over there is depressing and dull:

"Boss Shen, Su Yuyan's grandma is dying soon."

"I am going now."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Cha immediately called Guan Xi to set off.

Mu Linze, who was in the same place, looked at the dishes that hadn't even been touched, his eyes were dark.

The smile on his lips seemed helpless and self-deprecating.

Only Su Yuyan's matter would make her care.

-

hospital.

Su Yuyan, who came over after receiving the news, almost stumbled through the crowded corridor.

Just as he was about to rush into the ward, he barely stopped.

Holding the doorknob tremblingly, he gently pushed it open instead.

The pungent smell of disinfectant water hits the face.

The old man was wearing a ventilator and lying weakly on the hospital bed.

The attending physician stood silently aside.

Su Yuyan walked over staggeringly, his weak legs finally could no longer support his body to stand, and knelt down beside the bed.

In a low voice, with a hint of choking:

"grandmother......"

Grandma Su smiled reluctantly, and as soon as her fingertips moved, Su Yuyan noticed it and immediately held her hand.

"Yuyan...Grandma may not be able to accompany you anymore."

The old man patted the boy's icy back with difficulty, his pupils gradually dilated:

"Be obedient... Be good."

"You have to always believe that this world is warm."

&nbssp;This silly child, obviously yearns for love from the bottom of his heart, but because of fear and cowardice, he refuses anyone to approach him.

Fortunately, there are people who can tolerate him now.

Grandma Su closed her eyes peacefully.

The young man stared blankly at the old man's slipped fingertips, tears gushing out without warning.

Like a helpless and dazed cub, he looked at the doctor in pleading hope, hoping to hear a definite answer:

"My grandma, is she too tired and fell asleep..."

The doctor bowed heavily: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best."

"The patient's multiple organ functions have already failed, and the expert team has proposed many treatment options, but they are all delayed."

"If it wasn't for seeing you for the last time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to last until now."

Su Yuyan was startled.

As if being stirred by a knife, there was dense pain in my heart.

He held Grandma Su's hand tightly, with his fluttering lips, he uttered the words tremblingly:

"Look, her hands are still hot."

"Please doctor, save my grandma, please..."

The doctor just looked apologetic:

"Condolences."

Those two short words turned into a huge mountain and weighed heavily on Su Yuyan's heart.

He tried his best to open his mouth, wanting to plead, but he couldn't make any more sound.

Only the tears of despair flowed more and more violently.

But at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside:

"Excuse me sir, this is a hospital and smoking is not allowed."

"Oh, what do you care about me?!"

"Oh! You can't go in!"

boom--!

The door of the ward was kicked open.

The man who swaggered in was about 50 years old, with a shiny back hair sprayed with hairspray, and a black bag that had peeled off under his arm.

On the face with large acne, there is a flesh-colored scar extending to the end of the eye at the right corner of the mouth, as if a terrifying centipede is lying there.

As he smoked and puffed, twisted and twisted.

It was Grandma Su's biological son - Wang Qiang.

Su Yuyan's eyes darkened in an instant, and the words forced out of his throat seemed like a beast warning in a low voice:

"Get out."