Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 933 His Little Sweetheart 34
"Mr. Yan, I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss you very much."

Yan Shou faced the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a woman's voice came from behind.

He turned the wheelchair and said politely, "Miss Hua, good morning."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, they hadn't seen each other for a few days, and there seemed to be some unfamiliarity between the two of them.

Shen Ronghua immediately corrected his attitude and said, "Mr. Yan, I was wrong the past few days. I hope you can forgive me."

"It's over." The man kept his expression light and didn't take those things to heart at all.

Shen Ronghua did not relax, but became more nervous.
"Mr. Yan, aren't you going to have dessert this morning?"

Yan Shou tilted his head slightly, and said in a reminding tone: "Miss Hua, healing is your job."

"..."

Yan Shou, who is so cold, is even colder than when we first met.

Shen Ronghua: "Mr. Yan, shall we go upstairs?"

"No, it's right here."

Shen Ronghua pursed his lips unconsciously, and suddenly remembered that Yan Shou didn't like others intruding into his space at will. He couldn't even take a step on the stairs on the second floor without his permission.

Now, he refuses her to go to the second floor.

In other words, things are big.

She limped up to him, ready to ask some questions.

Yan Shou glanced at her feet and saw that the gauze had been removed.

"Miss Hua is better off sitting down."

Shen Ronghua pulled his lips and smiled, "Listen to you."

Yan Shou looked at her without changing his face, Shen Ronghua couldn't help touching his nose, and his smile gradually faded.

"When did Mr. Yan discover that desserts are indispensable?" Shen Ronghua became serious, even though he felt a little disappointed.

He could tease her two days ago, but now he treats her like a stranger.

So angry.

Yan Shou didn't think about it carefully, and replied: "When I was seven years old."

I have a good memory.

"What about before the age of seven?"

Yan Shou: "I didn't pay attention."

That's what it means.

Shen Ronghua: "Did anything major happen that year?"

Yan Shou's eyes rolled slightly, "My father was assassinated by a killer hired by his opponent, in front of the dessert shop."

The man's eyes flickered, and the scene from a long time ago reappeared in his mind.

That day, on his way to pick him up from elementary school, his father entered a dessert shop, and when he came out again, he had desserts in both hands.

Gunshots sounded suddenly.

Through the car window, he saw his father collapsed, and a large swath of red came into view.

The ambulance arrived soon, and he got out of the car and ran over, then climbed up.

His father smiled and comforted him, raised his hand tremblingly, stuffed the battered dessert into his arms, and said to him: "Ah, good boy, don't cry, finish eating the dessert, and Dad will be fine."

He was sitting in the hallway, obediently eating dessert, when his mother arrived at the hospital.

He dare not eat too fast.

The operating lights went out, and the doctor came out and told them that they did their best.

The mother slumped her shoulders on the spot, turned around and saw that he was still eating dessert without crying or fussing, and threw it on the ground as if venting directly.

That was the first time he saw his mother's breakdown, and it was also the last.

On the day his father was buried, he did not shed a single tear.

Acted as usual.

The look in his mother's eyes turned cold little by little, and then slowly returned to warmth.

But he knew that from that day on, his mother's heart for him had long been chilled.

It was also after that incident that he had an indescribable attachment to desserts.

This matter has never been told to outsiders.

Shen Ronghua took a breath, "The assassination was successful?"

Yan Shou hummed.

"Has the murderer been brought to justice?"

(End of this chapter)