Boss, if you are the one

Chapter 355 She Will Never Come Back

"Mr. Ying?" A voice full of surprise and surprise sounded, he turned his face and his eyes fell on the face of the visitor: "Assistant Jiang?"

"Mr. Ying, good evening." Jiang Yiliu did not expect that he would meet Ying Juantian here: "Mr. Ying, why are you here?"

Ying Juantian closed the door if he didn't, and looked at Jiang Yiliu with some doubts. She twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment: "Well, my parents were worried that my life would not be good, and said I couldn't take care of myself. I have also been working recently. So I persuaded them and sent them on a trip. Just the plane just now."

Ying Juantian nodded, expressing that he understood.Turning around to leave, his footsteps paused again: "Assistant Jiang is here by car?"

"I don't know how to drive." Jiang Yiliu smiled awkwardly.That round face full of flesh, in the eyes of ordinary people, might feel a little ridiculous.But such a smiling face fell into Ying Juantian's eyes, and he felt a little kind.

He knew that Jiang Yiliu was completely different from the chubby girl in his memory.Jiang Yiliu is sensitive, fragile, and even has low self-esteem.But the little chubby girl is optimistic, cheerful, and never suffers from her figure.

But when he looked at Jiang Yiliu, he always felt a sense of closeness.Is this because he knows that the little fat girl will never come back?

"Come on, I'll take you back."

"No need. I'll just take a taxi." Jiang Yiliu looked flattered.Ying Juantian didn't want to say any more, his gaze swept across her face, and he said two words: "Let's go."

Jiang Yiliu bit her lip and wanted to say something, but she lowered her head, followed behind him, and left together.

Xuan Mozheng is really tired these days.So not long after the plane flew together, she fell asleep.In the dream, she dreamed of nine years ago again.

"Little fat girl, you eat so little? How did you get so fat?"

"It's because I ate too much before, so now I have to eat less." Xuan Mozheng stared at Ying Juantian: "Don't look at me, I want to lose weight."

"Come on, eat some more. Haven't you heard of it? If you don't eat enough, how can you lose weight?"

"What nonsense? I don't want to believe it." Xuan Mozheng pushed away the dim sum that Ying Juantian was holding: "I said I don't want to eat it. I want to lose weight. I want to be as thin as a lightning bolt."

"Before you thin into a bolt of lightning, you'll probably starve to death."

"I won't starve to death. You wait for me. When I lose weight, I will surprise you."

"Okay, I'll wait."

The person who said he would wait for her to lose weight successfully, but after she really lost weight, pinched her shoulder frantically: "Where is she? Where is she? Where did you get her?"

How did Xuan Mozheng answer at that time?

"She's gone, and she's never coming back."

"Xuan Mozheng, you damn—"

Xuan Mozheng's feet sank, and she woke up.His eyes fell on the plane window.At this time in the United States, it is almost night.It was pitch black outside the window.

The darkness gave her a dull pain in her heart.In the past few months, it was the first time she had dreamed about the past.Is this an omen?Rubbing between his brows, Xuan Mozheng felt an inexplicable bad feeling in his heart.

This academic seminar is held in California, USA.Participants were students from the Stanford Institute for Clinical Medicine.

The plane landed, and someone from the seminar sent someone to pick it up.It is said that he is a person who understands Chinese.In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't understand.When Xuan Mozheng was in high school, he passed the eighth grade in English.Oral communication is no problem at all.

However, when he saw the big sign on the airport with the three characters Xuan Mozheng written in Chinese, Xuan Mozheng was still a little overwhelmed.Is it necessary to write so big?really—

Walking towards the person holding the sign, Xuan Mozheng stretched out his hand to the person in very fluent English: "Hello, I am Xuan Mozheng."

"Hello." The blond foreigner greeted her kindly, but he reacted quickly and looked at her with wide eyes: "Oh, my God, you can speak English? And you can speak it so well?"

"Yes. So you don't have to send someone who can understand Chinese to pick me up. Even if I go by myself, there is no problem."

"Oh. Beautiful lady, you lied to me. You lied to me?" The man's voice was full of emotion and sadness.Xuan Mozheng was a little puzzled.Before she could react.

The person in front of me has automatically switched to Chinese: "Beautiful lady, you told me more than two years ago that you don't know English. But your English is so good. I was fooled."

Fran clutched his heart, with a hurt look on his face.His Chinese characters are correct, and he speaks very standard, but now Xuan Mozheng is not in the mood to appreciate Fran's Chinese, "Sir, you—"

"Beautiful lady, have you really forgotten me? I am Fran. Fran who sent you roses!"

Fran?Xuan Mozheng looked at the other party's exaggerated expression, but still had no impression.The next sentence is: "You appreciate such a beautiful sunset every day, have you ever given money to the sunset? Now, do you remember me?"

"It's you?" Xuan Mozheng remembered now: "How could it be you? Aren't you French?"

"I'm French, but I went to school in the United States and I'm currently studying for a doctorate in medicine and surgery. This seminar with you. I'm also one of the participants."

"Hello."

"Do you know, thanks to you, I have practiced Chinese hard for the past two years. My Chinese should be pretty standard now, right?" .It's purely because of the appearance of Xuan Mozheng two years ago that he worked harder in Chinese.In addition, after coming to the United States, I have the opportunity to meet more Chinese people, and my Chinese is naturally better.

Seeing the little smug expression on his face, Xuan Mozheng laughed a little, and stretched out his hand very indifferently: "That's right. Since it's because of me, shouldn't you pay me?"

Fran was stunned, and suddenly laughed again: "Miss, didn't your husband give you any money? It made you so rich."

He would never forget that Xuan Mozheng said that she was married.Xuan Mozheng was stunned for a moment, thinking of Ying Juntian.He changed the subject with a smile: "Mr. Fran, I've been on a plane for a long time. Now can you take me to a resting place first, and come back to chat later?"

"No problem, sorry. I kept the lady waiting." Fran bowed down.He signaled Xuan Mozheng to go out with him.Xuan Mozheng got into the car, she thought, this seminar should not be too boring.

When Ying Juantian opened his eyes, he couldn't figure out where he was. The white ceiling in front of him made him blink, and when he wanted to get up, he found his head was a little dizzy.

"Boss Ying, are you alright?" A concerned voice sounded, and Ying Juantian turned his face away.

Jiang Yiliu was sitting by the bed, looking at him worriedly: "Boss Ying, are you alright?"

"What's wrong with me?" Ying Juantian sat up, his limbs were a little weak, and he rubbed the center of his brows with great effort.

"You have a fever." Jiang Yiliu withdrew her hand that wanted to support him, and there was a flash of disappointment in her eyes: "It probably rained the day before yesterday, and you got caught in the rain. You didn't leave when you got off work yesterday, and I went in." That's when I realized you had a fever."

Ying Juantian didn't say a word. After the hard work of everyone in Ying's family, they finally took pictures of the land in B7 the day before yesterday.After the land was photographed, he went to the construction site to have a look.Who knew it would rain suddenly.

He got wet, but he didn't care. He went home and took a shower before going to sleep. He felt a little uncomfortable yesterday.It's just that as soon as the photo was taken, they started to be busy with more work.So keep going to work.Didn't expect to be sent to the hospital because of a fever?
(End of this chapter)