Chapter 538

Every day, servants would come in to clean up the place. It was still the same as it was many years ago. There were many music scores on the large bookcase, a violin in the window display, and various trophies next to it.

He reached out to open the door of the cabinet and gently plucked the strings of the zither. It had not been corrected for many years, so the strings had loosened and could no longer make any sound.

He stood there quietly.

He was nine years old when he suddenly lost his father.

He passed away in July. His mother first sent him to his grandfather’s house in shaocheng, afraid that he would stay in the fu family’s main house to see things and miss people. He spent The Darkest Summer vacation of his life in shaocheng.

Everyone in his grandfather’s family was worried about him. Everyone carefully took care of his emotions.

At the end of August, he fell seriously ill. His high fever did not subside, and he talked nonsense all day and night. It was difficult to get tea. His grandparents were scared silly and invited many famous doctors to treat him in the house. In the end, he was finally cured.

In October, his mother sent him to United Kingdom to study. Fu Cheng and he Juan went together, but his grandmother was worried. An old lady who didn’t know English had to go to a foreign country to take care of him. She stayed there for a few years until he entered high school and gradually walked out of the shadow of his father’s death. Only then did she feel at ease and return to Shao city.

Everything here was the same. The sofa, the desk, the books and pen holders on it, the oil paintings on the wall, the hanging lamp above the head, the carpet under the feet, and the lily of the valley on the window sill.

However, there was no longer that gentle and easy-going man standing by the window and waving at him with a smile.

Until he met Wen Qiao. He thought that he was special and that Wen Qiao could only rely on him to survive. But when she was in the middle City and didn’t see him, she also woke up from her coma.

It was as if he was facing a great enemy. Even now, he would still wake up from a nightmare.

He wasn’t the only one, and he wasn’t special. Wen Qiao could discover his lies at any time, and she would realize that he didn’t wake her up that time, and that there was someone else who could save her if she left him.

It was not a good feeling.

He didn’t like the arrangement of fate. There was another person in this world that Qiao ‘er could rely on, but he couldn’t find out who it was.

The sound of the rain gradually stopped. He left home and returned to the apartment. He hugged Wen Qiao, who was on a video call with Lu Youyou.

On the other end of the video call, Lu Youyou:

“Um, Qiao Qiao, I’ll hang up first. I’ll talk to you about the company tomorrow.”

“What’s wrong?” Wen Qiao touched his head.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Tomorrow is my father’s death anniversary.”

Wen Qiao’s throat was stuck, not knowing what to say to comfort him. After a long while, she said, ” “Are you going to the cemetery to pay your respects?”

“Yes.”

Wen Qiao could only console her. it’s all in the past. Your father’s spirit in heaven doesn’t want to see you too sad.

“I can’t take you there yet.”

“Yes, I know.”

Late at night, at the back door of the small siheyuan on Jingnan road, Gu Xiao’s subordinate, Hayley, was standing opposite him.

With her hair tied up in a high ponytail, big round earrings, a small leather skirt, and high riding boots, Hayley smiled at Gu Xiao. actually, there’s something that I don’t quite understand. Why did you ask me to go to Fu Nanli’s Hospital to steal a tube of his blood the other time, and why did you go to Zhong Cheng to save Wen Qiao? two days ago, you didn’t save her when she fainted. I thought you didn’t like her? ”

Gu Xiao leaned against the wall, his face expressionless. Fu Nanli likes Wen Qiao. If he thinks that he’s not Wen Qiao’s only medicine, do you think he’ll feel tormented? Maybe he thinks he’s lying to Wen Qiao, but what he doesn’t know is that he’s not lying at all. But he’ll feel guilty that he’s lying. Well, don’t you think it’s quite interesting?”

I see. Lily raised her eyebrows. I understand.