Excellent little farmer

Here, Ning Kexin and I were high-fiving each other. Looking at that charming and beautiful face, I couldn’t control it for a moment and moved my mouth to him. Ning Kexin shamefully covered his mouth with her hand and forced it. He pushed it aside violently, shouting: "Go away, go away, you big perverted wolf..."

While the two were playing, my phone suddenly vibrated violently. I raised my hand to touch it, scanned the phone number, and was surprised to find that the call was actually from Sun Maocai. I hesitated for a moment, but there was no call. Went to pick him up. The two of them had not contacted each other since they broke up last time.

My attitude towards the Wang family in Beijing is still very ambivalent. If I want to say hate, I can't hate it. After all, it is a blood relationship. It is also a kind of comfort to know that I have other relatives in this world, but if I want to say love, it is even more... Far-fetched, the unequal treatment suffered by my deceased mother is an insurmountable mountain standing between me and the Wang family. Although I have no intention of revenge, I have never thought of forgiveness. The best way is to never see each other until death. contacts.

The mobile phone on the coffee table was spinning rapidly, and the buzzing sound was getting louder and louder. My face looked a little ugly, and I sat back on the sofa without saying a word. Ning Kexin put away her smile and asked softly: "Brother Ye, what's wrong? Are you here to cause trouble? How about I pick you up?"

I frowned, waved my hand and said, "No need."

Ning Kexin saw that I looked ugly, so she took a glass of water and brought it over. I took a few sips and suddenly found that the indicator light of my phone flashed a few times, and there was a sound of 'Beep! "Two times, a text message came over. Ning Kexin became curious for a moment, so she stretched out her small white hands to pull out the text message and said softly: "Young Master Quan, Mr. Wang is critically ill. Brother Ye, who is Mr. Wang? "

"Snapped!"

The cup fell heavily from my hand to the ground and shattered into pieces. I sat on the sofa in a daze, dumbfounded for a moment.

It was late at night, it was gloomy outside the window, and the lights were on in the study. I sat quietly on the leather chair, holding a cigarette in my hand, and looked absently at the ticket on the desk. The ashtray next to it was already full. I had a cigarette butt, and the study was already filled with smoke, which made me breathless. After coughing a few times, I frowned and put out the cigarette in my hand, hugged my arms and sat back on the leather chair, lost in thought. among.

What happened to Mr. Wang the night before yesterday was that he had a fever first and a severe cough at night. He didn't pay attention at first, but when he woke up in the morning, his condition suddenly worsened and he coughed up blood in his lungs. On the way to the People's Liberation Army General Hospital, the old man fell into a severe coma. After emergency rescue, he regained consciousness, but the situation was very bad. Top medical experts in the capital consulted and concluded that only extremely dangerous surgery could be performed.

The opinion of the expert group is to go to the United States for treatment. The success rate of the operation there is 63%, while the success rate of the operation in China is less than 30%. However, after Mr. Wang woke up, he stubbornly Insisting on doing the surgery in China, the superiors could only approve the medical plan. The surgery is scheduled to be performed tomorrow night. Dr. Shen Kunpeng, who is known as the "first surgeon in the military", will perform the surgery himself. However, due to the seriousness of Mr. Wang's condition, both his family members and senior officials Everyone has prepared for the worst, and the funeral committee is making secret preparations.

Mr. Wang had six wishes before the operation, four of which were for official business and had been submitted to Zhongnanhai through Wang Zefeng, Secretary of the Beijing Municipal Party Committee. Among the other two unfulfilled wishes, one was to be able to see me before entering the operating room. , if you have a girlfriend, it’s best to bring it with you. This is an irresistible reason. I naturally will not refuse. Moreover, Mr. Wang seems to understand my mood very well. He only proposed to meet alone, and the rest of the Wang family avoided it. .

The capital is a strange and distant place, and the Wang family in the capital gives me a strange feeling.

In fact, I have always been rejecting this powerful family in my heart. It is a complex emotion that is difficult to express in words. Twenty years of alienation has caused me and this family to lose too many things, and the two He is a person who needs to be looked up to, and it cannot give me a sense of family identification. Until now, I still can't think of what kind of attitude I should have towards the Wang family.

Outside the study door, Ning Kexin frowned and looked sad. She lowered her head and paced back and forth at the door. In the past two hours, she had opened the door several times, intending to persuade me to let me go early. I asked for some rest, but I politely refused. Although I didn’t know what happened, from the extremely serious face and the ticket on the desk, Ning Kexin had already realized that something unusual must have happened. .

She felt a little uneasy, but she didn't know how to comfort me. After lingering for a long time, Ning Kexin had no choice but to take out the blanket from the closet, knock on the door again, go in, put it on me gently, and silently poured out the cigarette butts in the ashtray. After making another cup of strong tea, I quietly left and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, but I didn't sleep all night.

In the early morning, a drizzle fell outside the window, and the weather was as gloomy as a human's mood. Ning Kexin held a black umbrella and put me in the taxi, watching Santana slowly drive onto the main road and disappear from sight. , then turned around, looked up at the gray sky, and murmured: "God bless..."

At 8:30 in the morning, I got on the China Southern Airlines flight to Beijing. Due to the bad weather, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, the visibility in the air was very low, the plane was turbulent in the clouds, and the passengers in the cabin were a little nervous. Nervous, looking at the lightning flashing across the clouds from time to time, many people secretly regretted that they should not have taken this flight. I sat at the window seat. I didn’t rest all night last night, which made him feel a little tired. He looked out the window and looked far away. In the sky above me, huge fire snakes were dancing rapidly. I sighed and slowly closed my eyes.

Forty minutes later, the plane finally passed through the thunderstorm area, the fuselage began to stabilize, and everyone's hearts gradually calmed down.

At this time, two stewardesses came over with a cart of drinks and began to provide catering services to the passengers. I asked for a cup of coffee and took a nap on my seat. After a four and a half hour flight, the plane finally landed safely. He stood up and slowly walked out with the flow of people.

The weather here in Beijing is excellent, the sun is shining brightly, and before I step out of the airport pick-up gate, I quickly see the tall Song Jiaqi in the crowd. She is wearing a long black dress, with no makeup on her face, and her milky white skin shows through. She has a healthy complexion and long, shiny black hair draped over her shoulders. She is carrying a small black bag and is looking at me with a smile as she walks slowly. Her soft and charming eyes are shining with moving light.

After staring quietly and embracing each other affectionately for a long time, the two of them slowly separated. Song Jiaqi stretched out her delicate hands, gently adjusted my collar, put her pretty face against my chest, and said softly: " Xiaoquan, why are you here in such a hurry? I heard the weather is bad over there, I'm very worried."

I held her in my arms, patted her back gently, lowered my head and said, "It's okay, don't worry, nothing will happen to her forever."

Song Jiaqi smiled, raised her head, and whispered: "Xiaoquan, I haven't heard that you have relatives in the capital before?"

I held her chin, quietly admiring her beautiful face, and said in a low voice: "He is a distant relative. He has not moved around for many years. The old man in his family is seriously ill this time, so we should go and see him."

"Ok!"

Song Jiaqi nodded lightly. Seeing my haggard face, bloodshot eyes, and tired look, she guessed that I didn't have a good rest last night. Feeling distressed, she hurriedly took my arm and said softly: " Xiaoquan, go back and rest first, and recuperate before going to the hospital."

I smiled and turned around. Sun Maocai walked out from the side at the right time. He first nodded to Song Jiaqi with a smile, then stretched out a big hand, shook my hand, shook it vigorously three times, and said calmly: "Master Quan, welcome back."

I smiled, took Song Jiaqi's hand and took a step forward, and said softly: "Uncle Cai, this is my wife Song Jiaqi. She used to open a clothing store at home and now works at Hongtai Group."

Song Jiaqi's face turned red, and she squeezed my waist gently with her hand. She looked at Sun Maocai curiously, and felt that this old man was very handsome, and his brows were full of majesty. He must not be an ordinary person, but she felt that Uncle Cai's love for me The title is a bit strange, Xiaoquan, who is the young master?

After hearing my introduction, Sun Maocai showed a bright smile, nodded and said, "Hello, madam."

Song Jiaqi waved her hands quickly before she could think too much, and said incoherently: "Uncle Cai, don't listen to his nonsense. We haven't registered yet... That's not what it means... Well... We are just good friends."

Sun Maocai smiled understandingly and said softly: "Master Quan, Miss Jiaqi, let's get in the car first."

After hearing these words, Song Jiaqi calmed down, hooked my arm, with a delicate blush on her face, put her head to my ear, and whispered: "Xiaoquan, don't talk nonsense in the future."

I smiled, turned around and said, "What I said is true. As long as you are willing, we can register at any time. For you, I can give up everything."