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Gu Yan was dying of anxiety!

He felt that he couldn't wait any longer, but there was nothing he could do.

His father and their family's company are waiting for him to rescue, but he doesn't even know anything about medicine.

He suddenly felt hopeless, if he came, everything would collapse.

It's like he is facing comics, facing Wen Qiyu.

……

Ahhh!Why do you think of him again!

Gu Yan rubbed his hair impatiently, then lay down on the table, not wanting to move.

Misfortunes never come singly, maybe it's his situation...

Why does it become like this.

He never thought of inheriting the company, never thought of giving up comics, and never thought of giving up Wen Qiyu voluntarily.

But thinking has become a reality.

Everything is heading towards a deeper and deeper abyss.

He slightly raised his head to look at the alarm clock on the table, the second hand moved second by second, and the time was passing.

But he still can't do anything.

Now no one is extending a helping hand to him, Wu Zhixing's company has just been rebuilt, and he is too busy.

Let alone Mo Yan, that prodigal son.

Wen Qiyu, what would he do, what would he think if he was here?

I will definitely encourage myself...

Gu Yan pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, and finally showed his first smile today.

But that smile changed immediately.

Become bitter and self-deprecating.

"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

Gu Yan quickly got ready on his seat: "Please come in."

It was the secretary who opened the door: "Mr. Gu, a friend who claims to be you is looking for you."

Gu Yan looked up at the secretary, although the makeup was still exquisite, but the whole face showed fatigue.

Gu Yan looked at her and suddenly felt downcast.

"Oh...let him come in..."

Gu Yan heard the sound of the wheelchair.

?

wheelchair?

He doesn't know friends with disabilities, does he?

"Gu Yan..."

Gu Yan opened his eyes wide and looked at the person coming.

Jumped up from the chair.

Ayu!

How did you get hurt like this!

Seeing Wen Qiyu's appearance, Gu Yan felt his whole body ache.

Wen Qiyu touched the secretary lightly, and the secretary bent down to listen to him.

After Wen Qiyu finished speaking, he coughed desperately.

Gu Yan moved a little, wishing he could rush up to give him a sip of water.

But he just couldn't move.

The secretary was also taken aback by Wen Qiyu's cough, why is this man in such poor health!

She patted Wen Qiyu on the back, in exchange for Wen Qiyu's grateful eyes, and then went out, intending to pour a glass of warm water for the seriously ill gentleman.

The door closed, and only Wen Qiyu and Gu Yan were left.

Gu Yan stood in a daze behind the work, with an awkward expression.

He felt sorry for Wen Qiyu, but he didn't want to rush up, and he didn't want to show any distressed expression, so he twisted his face abruptly.

The resulting expression is like an unfinished clay face with imbalanced facial features.

Stiff and persistent.

Wen Qiyu held the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand at the door, and covered it with a handkerchief in the other hand. He desperately wanted to swallow his cough, but the depression became more and more serious.

Wen Qiyu's heart-piercing voice was recalled in the spacious office, and the atmosphere in the whole room was extremely stiff and awkward.

The secretary came in again, and carefully handed the water to Wen Qiyu. Wen Qiyu suppressed his cough, and took it with shaking hands. His voice was so trembling that it couldn't be trembling anymore, and it couldn't be any smaller. He said, "Thank you."

Wen Qiyu drank water and was obviously much better.

The secretary gave Gu Yan a strange look, then nodded slightly, and went out.

Wen Qiyu took a few deep breaths, and tried to raise the volume: "Gu Yan... Long time no see..."

That weak voice still woke Gu Yan up.

Gu Yan glanced at him, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Qiyu knew that Gu Yan would have such a reaction, so he tried to smile: "I'll help you."

As he spoke, he slid the wheelchair to Gu Yan's desk.

Wen Qiyu stretched out his hand: "Happy cooperation."

Gu Yan looked at the pair of hands he held, and at that moment really wanted to hold them tightly.

But how could his self-esteem allow it?

He held back all his emotions: "What are you going to do?"

Wen Qiyu didn't reply, but his hand was still hanging there, but slowly his whole arm began to tremble.

He finally lost his strength, and his arms kept falling down.

Seeing the pale and slender arm hanging down, Gu Yan always felt that if he didn't hold on to it again, his heart would hurt to death!

He reached out and grabbed the arm sharply.

So icy!

Wen Qiyu was very disappointed. He looked at Gu Yan's expression when he grabbed his arm, so reluctant.

My heart hurts so badly.

Is it really that unbearable?

Now even you feel the same way?

Even if Zhi Xu looks the same as you, that doesn't mean I'm a good man!

Gu Yan is still blaming him!

But Wen Qiyu didn't want to let it go, he wanted Gu Yan to come back, wanted to help him, wanted to see him smile again, not frowning like this.

Gu Yan looked at Wen Qiyu, and he admitted that he had softened his heart and compromised.

Gu Yan actually knew this kind of injury in his heart, it should be his father's masterpiece.

Gu Yan thought of the protection he had said, and felt guilty again.

Gu Yan said in a low voice, "Wait."

Then he took out a thin blanket from the suite and covered Wen Qiyu.

Wen Qiyu smiled.

He said again: "Gu Yan, I'll help you." His tone was obviously much lighter.

Then he looked at Gu Yan with hopeful eyes.

Gu Yan still tilted his head and didn't make a sound.

He didn't want Wen Qiyu to help him.

Really.

Why does this person still appear beside her?

Didn't he hurt himself enough?

Is the heartache he tasted, the sourness he tasted not too strong?

What is he trying to do?

Or come here to find that person's tenderness? !

Gu Yan looked up, wanting to say no.

But when he saw Wen Qiyu's eyes...

He always doesn't want that person to get hurt!

"Okay." He compromised and nodded to Wen Qiyu.

Wen Qiyu suddenly smiled softly.

Gu Yan looked at Wen Qiyu's smile, it was the face he missed day and night, but when he thought of Zhi Xu, his heart ached.

Is he still smiling at that person now?

Gu Yan felt his nose panting.

He told himself that Wen Qiyu was the best and hardworking lawyer he had ever met, and he would definitely help him.

They will be happy to work together.

Just a pleasure to work with.

It's too late today, I sent Li Zhe away, and it's already time to get off work.

But the situation was urgent, and the two decided to analyze the situation overnight.

Wen Qiyu said that he is currently living at home.

Li Zhe told Wen Qiyu that he had re-purchased the necessary furniture and re-equipped the lock with triple anti-theft.

The two of them got off the elevator silently all the way.

Jiang Zijian's car was waiting at the door.