The Humble Love

"Alas..." Zhang Qingyu sympathizes with Su Qianyu, but he can't do anything for her.

"Sunny aunt, why isn't mother happy?" You asked naively with rice grains in the corner of his mouth.

"Yo Yo, mom is not unhappy. Mom just has a lot of things to do. She's just tired Zhang Qingyu simply comforted you.

"Oh."

……

Cafe.

Outside the window is a sea of foreigners, Zhang Qingyu leisurely looking at the pedestrians outside.

"Sunny and rainy."

"Hi, Jack." Zhang Qingyu smiles and greets the person opposite, who is a friend of her family who used to stay in China.

Because of this, Zhang Qingyu and Su Qianyu had some small conflicts.

"It's hard to find me." Jack sat down in front of Zhang Qingyu with a smile, "yes, of course I have something to do with you." Zhang Qingyu exchanged greetings with Jack, and immediately went straight to the subject: "Jack, I heard that you have a private detective agency."

"Well, yes, what's the matter?" Jack nodded naturally.

"Well, can I ask a private detective to investigate something for me?" Zhang Qingyu has a sincere attitude. This is the first time that she has asked Jack.

"Of course, but do you have any information?"

"Yes." Zhang Qingyu took out the information he had prepared in advance. Jack took a few simple glances. "Su shallow language?" Eyebrows raised slightly, showing surprise and concern.

"Yes, this time I'm trying to help her find her own biological parents." Zhang Qingyu didn't know that Jack had harassed Su Qianyu before, but he didn't see what was wrong with Jack. "Why, is there any difficulty?"

"No, it's just that it's been a long time. I'm afraid it will take some time to find out the truth more than 20 years ago. " Jack smiles. "I knew you were the best, Jack. Then I'll leave it to you. I'll wait for your news. "

Zhang Qingyu looked at the time. She got up in a hurry and picked up the coat and bag next to her. "No problem. I'll handle things. Don't worry."

"Thank you."

Zhang Qingyu left happily, only Jack was still sitting there. Eyes staring at the table top Su shallow language information, mouth with a suspicious smile.

……

Zhang Qingyu hurried to the hospital, "Mom, I know, I know what you said. I'm going to report to the hospital now. I'll hang up first. "

"Oh, rain, rain." Zhang Qingyu is anxious to hang up the phone, regardless of the mother on the other end of the phone is still talking.

"Sorry, I'm late." Zhang Qingyu arrived at the surgery department. Everyone was here. Only Zhang was late.

"Are you Zhang Qingyu?" A grim looking Chinese man in his early fifties was chilling at Zhang Qingyu, who spoke Chinese.

"Yes, I am." Zhang Qingyu bravely admitted that the man looked at the time, "I remember the time was three o'clock, but you were a full hour late, you know?"

"Sorry, chief." Zhang Qingyu saw the position on the man's breastplate, and she repeatedly apologized.

"Go outside and wait."

"Oh, yes."

Zhang Qingyu was disappointed to go out, "Oh, Zhang Qingyu, Zhang Qingyu, if you hurry up, it would be nice."

The director told her to wait outside, so she had to wait.

Yang Xichuan's, like, waiting for her to wear When Zhang Qingyu looked carefully, he didn't see Yang Xichuan.

Zhang Qingyu shook his head and denied himself: "how could a senior student be in the hospital?" It was an accident that she met Yang Xichuan at the music festival. She couldn't have met Yang Xichuan in the hospital.

At the corner, Yang Xichuan walked with difficulty holding the handrail on the wall.

"Mr. Yang, I'll help you." Yang Xichuan's assistant can't bear to help Yang Xichuan.

"No, I can do it myself." Yang Xichuan stubbornly insisted on his own, he did not believe that his legs would be abandoned because of this sudden disease. But whenever there is a glimmer of possibility, he will not give up easily.

Yang Xichuan tried to let go, trying to lean on his legs to go forward. But before he took a few steps, he fell to the ground heavily.

"Mr. Yang."

"I told you not to come here!"

Yang Xichuan severely reprimanded a sentence, scared the assistant to stand in place.

"I can, I can..." Yang Xichuan raised his head to help the armrest, leaning against the things beside him to get up. The line of sight goes forward, suddenly has stagnated, "fine Rain or shine

Yang Xichuan is surprised. Zhang Qingyu stands in front of Yang Xichuan in a white robe.

Because she was curious, she still took advantage of the director's temporary absence of mind to take a look at her. She did not expect that she had no eyesight. The man was really Yang Xichuan.

It's just that Yang Xichuan she saw was so difficult to stand up. What I saw at the music festival that night was totally different. After a few days, why did Yang Xichuan change so much?

"Schoolmaster, you How did you get this way? " Zhang Qingyu was surprised and distressed, and was looked at by Zhang Qingyu. Yang Xichuan just shamefully lowered his head, "I'm not convenient to see people now, Aolong.""Mr. Yang." Assistant Aolong immediately cheered up, "help me go back."

"Yes."

Ao long holds Yang Xichuan into a wheelchair and pushes him back.

Zhang Qingyu looked at it with mixed feelings, too many doubts, too much shock. She didn't know what to say and what to do.

Step up, she just followed, far behind Yang Xichuan.

Until he saw him enter a VIP ward, Zhang Qingyu stood at the corner, afraid to go forward.

After a while, Aolong came out again. He came to Zhang Qingyu. "Is it Zhang Qingyu, Miss Zhang?"

"I am." Zhang Qingyu nodded like a wood.

"Mr. Yang said that what you saw today, he hoped you could keep your mouth shut." Ao long earnestly told Zhang Qingyu.

"May I ask, schoolmaster, is he sick?" Anxiety lingers in Zhang Qingyu's heart, which makes her very uneasy.

"I'm sorry, Miss Zhang. I can't disclose too much without the consent of general manager Yang." Ao long stepped back, politely nodded to Zhang Qingyu, and then returned to the ward.

Zhang Qingyu was stunned in situ, "Zhang Qingyu, what's wrong with you?"

Behind him came the director's extremely impatient voice, Zhang Qingyu hid his worry and ran back quickly, "director, do you want me?"

"Zhang Qingyu, are you dissatisfied with me. I told you to wait at the door, but I didn't let you run

"I'm sorry, chief. It's my fault." Zhang Qingyu didn't explain a word and a half at all, but her attitude was appreciated by the director. "You come in and you have an experiment to do."

"Good."

Zhang Qingyu walked in. It turned out that he was now simulating wound suture.

The director asked Zhang Qingyu to make a demonstration, mainly to see whether her practical ability is as outstanding as her ability in the examination paper.