Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

Zhuang Mingyue was busy in the backyard for more than an hour as she prepared the medicine as required.

The servant came over and said, "Miss Mingyue, why don't we do it. We are servants, how can we ask you to do such a small thing yourself?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "I'm fine, you can go and do other things."

Just at this moment, another servant came over and said to Zhuang Mingyue: "Miss Mingyue, Mr. Jiang is here, and Master Zhan is waiting for him."

"Understood, I'll be there in a while."

After frying the medicine, Zhuang Mingyue went upstairs with the medicine, but instead of going downstairs, she called the servant and called Jiang Yushu to her room.

Photos taken during their engagement were also placed on the table in the room, and the easel beside it was covered with a white cloth.

This was the gift she originally wanted to give him, but he was not there at the engagement party that day, so Zhuang Mingyue took it back.

When Jiang Yushu arrived in her room, he stepped forward and couldn't wait to hold the person he missed in his arms from behind. He buried her in her neck and smelled her scent.

"I'm sorry, because of company matters, I didn't have time to find you. When I plan to leave this time, I will accompany you."

Zhuang Mingyue turned around and left his arms, with no emotion on her face, "I may not go to Paris in the future. My father is sick and I need to take care of him at home. The doctor said he will be fine within three months."

Jiang Yushu frowned, "There are many servants in such a big banker. Why are you wasting such time here? Learning to paint is something you have always wanted to do. If you are not worried, you can send him to the hospital. People from the Jiang family will watch it personally. .”

Zhuang Mingyue looked at him quietly and suddenly stopped talking.

Her gaze made him a little panicked.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong? Are you worried about something?"

Zhuang Mingyue shook her head silently, "Then I'll trouble you."

"Idiot, we are a family. There is no need to say thank you to me. He is your father and my father. Taking care of him is naturally what I should do."

Jiang Yushu kept his word, and soon he arranged for people to take Zhuang Haisheng to a private hospital invested by Jiang, and there were bodyguards to guard him.

But these medicines cannot be used to stop the disease. Western medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Zhuang Mingyue really hopes that her father can escape this disaster.

If his father is here, Zhan Yan will still be wary of his father's power. If his father is gone, Zhan Yan will only do whatever he wants.

Jiang Yushu was actually right. She couldn't give up what she wanted to do just for the sake of certain things.

In this way, she won't be dependent on anyone.

Jiang Yushu took her out for dinner. It was a high-end French restaurant. She had never been used to eating like this. The steak felt a little tasteless.

At this time, the cell phone he had placed next to him rang. Jiang Yushu glanced at it and hung up.

She ate quietly with Zhuang Mingyue. He was as considerate as ever and put the cut steak on her plate.

The calls came one after another.

Zhuang Mingyue said without raising her head: "It's better to pick her up. Maybe there's something urgent."

Jiang Yushu nodded and stood up, "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

Zhuang Mingyue did not respond.

Jiang Yushu walked to the quiet corridor and answered the phone, frowning in displeasure, "Is there something you can't talk about until I get back?"

Mu Nanzhu said anxiously: "Ashu, I don't know what's wrong with Xiao Yi? He started to get sick again."

Jiang Yushu looked back and saw no one behind him, "If you are sick, call the family doctor."

"I called, but it was useless. Xiaoyi kept shouting to see you. The doctor gave him several anti-pyretic injections. He kept making trouble and couldn't hold it down no matter how hard he tried. His hands were bleeding. Ashu... I beg you, please come back. Well, Xiaoyi and I really need you."

"I understand." Jiang Yushu hung up the phone and turned back to the restaurant.

But I saw that the original seat was empty.

Jiang Yushu scanned the entire restaurant, not knowing what he was looking for. A male waiter happened to be passing by. Jiang Yushu stopped her and asked, "Where is the lady who just dined with me?"

The waiter said: "The lady has left after paying the bill. She said she had something to do at home and had to go back."

Jiang Yushu: "When did she leave?"

Waiter: "Just now, if I chase him now, I might still be able to catch him."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Yushu grabbed the suit on the back of the chair and chased after him.

There were only cars coming and going at the door, and she couldn't be seen at all.

Jiang Yushu picked up the phone and dialed the number.

Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off...

Jiang Yushu called one after another, but still couldn't get through.

In fact, as long as Jiang Yushu looks back, he will find that Zhuang Mingyue is standing not far behind him, and he will notice it at a glance.

Jiang Yushu raised his hand and sent her a few messages: Remember to call me when you get home.

I will ask Shen Feng to book a flight ticket back to Paris, and I will ask Shen Feng to pick you up in two days.

After sending the message, Jiang Yushu got into the car without looking back, stepped on the accelerator and left.

Zhuang Mingyue's hand holding the phone tightened little by little, her fingertips turned white, and waves of pain came over her chest, one after another.

In fact, when he went to answer the phone, Zhuang Mingyue followed him secretly and heard everything.

Compared to the fact that she is engaged to Jiang Yushu now, she is actually more like a third party interfering in other people's feelings.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't care about Mu Nanzhu's appearance at the beginning, including the previous things between them.

What about this child?

Zhuang Mingyue could no longer lie to herself.

No wonder Zhan Yan threw away the engagement ring she was wearing. In fact, he knew everything.

Zhuang Mingyue covered her chest and left in embarrassment.

This discomfort is like being pricked by a needle.

Wait until his father wakes up and finally ask him to help him.

From now on... they will have nothing to do with each other.

Zhuang Mingyue bought a few cans of beer from the canteen nearby and led them all the way to a riverside to sit down.

There are still people walking at this point.

Zhuang Mingyue called Xu Yan.

The people who were still in the studio stopped what they were doing and answered the phone.

Before she could speak, she heard a drunken voice speaking slowly, "Xu Yan, do you know how to book a flight?"

There was something wrong with her tone, "What happened?"

"It's nothing. My father has been taken to the hospital by Jiang Yushu to take care of him. The matter has been taken care of. I want to go back to the college." Zhuang Mingyue drank all the way, raised her head and found that there was no drop left. She opened another can.

Xu Yan asked without much thought: "What time do you want the tickets?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "Tomorrow at twelve o'clock."

Xu Yan: "Okay, remember to bring your ID card when you go to the airport tomorrow. The staff will help you get your ticket."

"Do you still know how to get back to the hotel? Do you need me to ask grandpa to send someone to pick you up?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "No need, I already know the way."

"Well!" Xu Yan wanted to ask something else, but the call on the other side had already been hung up.

The beer tab in Zhuang Mingyue's hand was broken. She didn't open it at all. Before she could hold it firmly, she saw her rolling down the steps.

She chased all the way down, and suddenly the can of beer was stopped by a pair of jet black leather shoes. Zhuang Mingyue squatted on the ground and caught it.

Her long hair was blown by the river wind, and her eyes were blurred. When she raised her head, she saw a face that was blurry and double-imaged.