Double daughter: double-faced president stay away from me

After I woke up, I heard that Mr. Wang and the boss had been handed over to the police. Under the actions of the Xia family, Mr. Wang's matter was constantly enlarged and reported by the media, but the boss was deliberately dealt with in a low-key manner. The traces of online participation have disappeared.

But these things have nothing to do with me, because I will be forced to spend the next few days in the hospital.

Although the wound on my body has gradually healed, the madam who made a fuss still insisted that I stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. Others also agreed with her because of my previous coma. Can only sit on the hospital bed in a daze.

Madam came to see me early this day with soup, and after watching me helplessly swallow the tonic, she walked out with a water bottle in satisfaction.

Watching her go out, I was finally able to put down the spoon in my hand, sighed and pushed away the bowl, it wasn't that I didn't know her mind, but that I had no desire to eat at all.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, how could Madam come back so soon?I called out suspiciously, and the person who opened the door and walked in was unexpectedly A Yong, who came to see me with flowers.

Seeing Ah Yong, my mood naturally improved, I got up from the bed, and asked him with a smile: "Why did you come here, no, why did you know that I was admitted to the hospital?"

Ah Yong came over and put the flowers in a vase, and then he casually said to me, "It was the boss who told me that you were admitted to the hospital. I will come to see you today during my holiday."

When I heard him mentioning Yujun, my face froze, and I forced a smile and said: "Thank you, the flowers are very beautiful, are they brought from the flower shop?"

Ayong nodded, glanced at me, and said: "Yes, after Aunt Jian returns, I will manage the flower shop."

After chatting with me for a while, knowing that he went to manage the flower shop in the morning and continued to study in the evening, he was doing well, so I couldn't help but feel at ease.

He had just stood up and was about to leave when the door was pushed open again, this time the person who walked into the room was the master.

The master actually came to see Yu Yan! ?I was secretly taken aback by this fact, and couldn't say anything for a while. Last time when I was lying in the hospital in a more serious condition, the master didn't even come, but this time he came here on his own initiative! ?
It seems that it is exactly as I thought, it's not that the master doesn't care about Yuyan, it's just that his love is hidden deep.

The master walked in and saw Ah Yong, he glanced up and down naturally and said, "You are?"

Ah Yong nodded to him and said hello, "Hello, I am her friend who came to visit her, my name is Shu Yong."

The master raised his brows, and something seemed to pass quickly in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Your surname is Shu?"

"Yes, I have my mother's surname." Ah Yong nodded naturally and directly, seeing his appearance, he couldn't help being influenced by him in his heart, and secretly laughed.This child is real, but as soon as his mother is mentioned, he seems to turn back into a child.

The master still didn't have much expression, just looked at A Yong.Ayong asked him back: "Uncle? What's the matter?" After being reminded by Ayong, he found that the master seemed to be in deep thought. It seemed that he was awakened by Ayong's question, and then he looked back at Ayong and said: "No, it's just I think your last name is very special."

Ah Yong nodded suspiciously, and the two of them began to chat. When he heard about his situation, the master patted him on the shoulder and asked Ah Yong to cheer up. From time to time, I added a few words, and the room suddenly became lively.

It is rare for the master to change his serious attitude from the past. Although there is still no smile, at least his tone is not as serious as before. I feel happier, and I pat A Yong on the head with a smile. Go to the flower shop that Ayong manages now to visit him more often.

Just as they were having a good conversation, the lady opened the door and walked in. Seeing so many people appearing in the room at once, she couldn't help but blinked in surprise, and looked sharply at Ayong. He stood up again and followed I said: "I'll go back first, see you next time." After speaking, I squeezed past my wife and walked out of the room.

I reluctantly looked at the background of Ayong's departure, but my wife snorted coldly at his figure, closed the door with a bang and said, "Daughter, where did you know this low-class person? That guy looks like a pauper at first glance, so don't get to know him better."

Although I already knew about Madam's virtues, I still couldn't help feeling angry when I heard her say that. Just when I was thinking of refuting the past, Madam had already turned her head and said to Master: "Who is that person? Master, do you know? You should tell him to stay away from your daughter earlier."

I saw the master gave her a cold look, and said in a deep voice: "How do I know, whoever Yuyan likes to make friends with is her business, whatever."

Before I had time to agree with what the master said, I heard my wife say: "But master, what are we, we will be laughed at if we associate with that kind of people casually."

The master's frown became tighter and tighter, and the impatient expression in his eyes gradually increased. He abruptly interrupted his wife's nagging and said, "Stop talking, I'll go back to the company, and you can accompany her well." After finishing speaking Regardless of his wife's call, he pushed open the door and left.

Seeing Madam staring at the door in frustration, I couldn't help but secretly sighed. Madam still doesn't understand why Master doesn't want to contact her. If this continues, their relationship will only continue to be deadlocked.

But it’s no wonder that the master wants to avoid his wife. In order to prevent his wife from saying bad things about Ah Yong again, and start arguing again, I hurriedly pulled up the quilt and lay down, pretending that I was going to sleep, before my wife turned around and started talking about me. , so as to avoid her talking.

Unexpectedly, after I closed my eyes, I really fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, there was no figure of my wife in the room, and it was replaced by the figure I have been thinking about for the past few days.

Yujun opened the window sill, turned around, and smiled at me: "Are you awake?"

However, my complexion was probably even worse, so he rushed over immediately and asked, "What's the matter? Is there any discomfort?"

I shook my head quickly, my hair fell down my chest, I looked down at the end of my hair, trying to pretend to be relaxed.

"You don't have to pretend to be nervous, it's not like you at all."

"You are the one who is injured now, but seriously, who is as stupid as you to rush in and hold Mr. Wang hostage?" His tone returned to the previous bluntness.

I was not convinced, so I raised my head and stared at him, saying: "Otherwise, what should I do? I was very anxious at that time, and I didn't have anything on hand."

"Okay. It's all over." He turned to me, the soft curtains were blown by the breeze, and his short, crisp hair was blown. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he raised his head to face the dazzling sunlight. Figure, I see the most beautiful painting in the world, this figure will be imprinted on my heart.

He turned his head, leaned on the window sill, shifted his gaze to me, and said in a relaxed voice, "It's all over, isn't it?"

I smiled slightly and replied: "Yes, Jiang Hao is officially dead, you are Xia Yujun now, and you will always be."

He was stunned, unable to speak for a long time, until the time passed unknowingly, he murmured: "Why do you know?"

I ignored his question and turned my head to the sunshine, Yujun didn't seem to want to go any further.

"Then you have a good rest." He walked towards me, patted my hand, and turned to walk towards the door. At this time, I reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Wait..." I met his impressive gaze and stared carefully at the person in front of me.

"What's the matter? Is there anything you want to say to me?" He found out what was wrong with me and asked.

However, I subconsciously avoided his sight, and slowly lowered the hand that was holding the hem of his clothes.

"No." I said this negatively very guilty, I immediately lay back on the bed, turned my back to him, and whispered: "I'm very tired, you can go."

What a fool I am, I actually want to tell him the truth, even want to express my own feelings... What a fool I am...

In the end, even when I heard the door close, I didn't dare to look back.