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The old man on the other end of the phone talked about her daughter who had been dead for many years. She couldn't cry for a while. She asked sharply, "Qu Yan! Do you want to be like your mother?"

"I'm not..." Qu Yan didn't even know how to explain this to her grandmother for a while.

"It’s not that you should go and apologize to Grandpa Ji! Also, your sister, don’t conflict with her again, you must let him, I know Xiao Ning is not good to you, but how can you do? She gave the fate!" Grandma cried.

Qu Yan was still reluctant to see her grandma crying, and reluctantly bowed her head, "Okay, grandma, I know it's my fault, don't cry..."

Ten minutes later, grandma finally stopped crying and hung up the phone.

Qu Yan took a breath, only to realize that the injury on her back was so painful that she was sweating.

Reluctantly, she could only call Aunt Wang upstairs, "Aunt Wang, can you wipe my sweat?"

"Hey, here it is." Aunt Wang heard the voice and went upstairs a few times.

She carefully wiped off the cold sweat from Qu Yan's body. When she wiped it to the back of her back, she looked at the blood stains on the handkerchief and said distressedly, "Madam, please lie down, rest at ease, move less, and the wound is still... It's easy to crack."

Qu Yan felt very uncomfortable for a while.

On the one hand, because she was injured, Aunt Wang, an outsider, loves her more than her grandmother; on the other hand, the injury is the tattoo on her body by Ji Zhuoran himself, and when she has no ability to take care of herself, she is actually on the contrary. It is his subordinate who is taking care of her...

Aunt Wang looked at her uncomfortable appearance and sighed, "Madam, relax your heart, there are some fleshy wounds on this back, and it will be well within seven days, so don't cry..."

"Good." Qu Yan replied with a dumb voice.

She knew that Aunt Wang had misunderstood that she was still stunned with Ji Zhuoran. In fact, she didn't. Where is she worthy? But she is no longer able to explain this problem...

At this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang again.

Qu Yan glanced at the call, and this time it was Cheng's Personnel Director Selena who called her.

Yes, today, it should have been her day at work.

She answered the phone and quickly apologized, "Sorry, Selena, I...I'm sick, and I may have to take two days off."

"So... is your illness serious? Do you need our colleagues to come and help you?" Selena asked with concern when she heard this.

When Qu Yan listened, her heart was warm, but also sorrowful.

Is a person like her worthy of such careful care?

Even her dear and beloved grandmother, at this time, treat her like that...

"No, I will go to the hospital myself in a while. Also, please don't tell Cheng Shao about my illness, thank you," Qu Yan said.

If Cheng Feiyang knows that something is wrong, it will inevitably be a problem.

"Okay, the progress seems to be going well without the process. He should be back the day after tomorrow. Assistant Qu still has to get better soon." Selena said softly.

"Thank you, I know." Qu Yan said gratefully.

"Well, then I'll report you two days of sick leave, so I won't bother you to rest here, but if there is anything we can help you, don't be embarrassed, what else? Do you want to tell me?"

Selena spoke softly, and Qu Yan listened, her heart felt warm, and then she became violently sore.

The colleague who met Pingshui could treat her nicely, but why did her grandmother treat her like that?

"No, thank you." She tried to suppress the choking in her throat.

Selena seems to have heard something wrong with her voice, but she understands when she thinks that she is ill, "Okay, Assistant Nagu, take care, I wish you a speedy recovery, goodbye."

Qu Yan watched the phone screen go dark a little bit, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

Two phone calls, two people.

But my grandmother, who is dependent on each other, why are you not as good to me as an outsider?