The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Floating Joy (46)

Shang Jue didn't answer immediately.

He raised his head silently, looked at the person standing opposite, and didn't seem surprised.

The curtains in the ward were only half drawn, and the bleak moonlight spilled from the window into the gap between the two of them.

It's like a distance that can never be crossed.

Shang Jue paused for a moment, then said softly, "Lele, you are very different from before."

Shu Le looked back at Shang Jue upon hearing this, and shook her head with a smile: "That's because it's been more than ten years, and you haven't fully understood me yet."

"But it doesn't matter anymore."

Shu Le stood up and turned off the light on the wall, then went to the window and closed the remaining half of the curtains, blocking all the moonlight from the window.

Then he walked to the coffee table where he was sitting when he entered the door, and took out a neatly printed document from the bag he brought with him.

Shu Le showed a skilled, sincere and commercial smile, and handed the document to Shang Jue: "This is my valuation budget for Fengjue Media's stock price and the final market value I decided on. I will give you a discount. It's cheap for you, sign it."

The knuckles of Shang Jue's hand pressed against the white bed sheet were distinct, bloodless and abnormally bluish white.

He lowered his head and looked at the two copies of the valuation assignment letter in front of him, only to feel that an invisible knife entered his face from an invisible place, bit by bit pierced his heart, and finally gave him the deadliest knife.

Let the internal organs of the whole body be pulled into a ball like being scorched.

The pain seems to be everywhere, but I don't know where it comes from.

It wasn't until Shu Le saw the big drops of cold sweat dripping down from Shang Jue's forehead that he froze for a while, and put the contract properly on the bedside table for fear of causing death, then he leaned in front of Shang Jue and said: "Oh Shang Dong, where is your pain?! Don't worry, I'll call you a doctor right away!"

Shule felt that what he did was simply a sincere and touching example of a good employee.

However, Shang Jue seemed very dissatisfied, not only his complexion became worse, but even his expression was gloomy.

He raised his eyes and looked at Shu Le motionlessly, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to be thinking about it.

Shu Le got goosebumps from being stared at, and couldn't help but move to the outside of the hospital bed.

Then, he recited to Shang Jue the essay that he had already drafted in his heart: "Shang Dong? gone."

Shang Jue almost laughed angrily at Shu Le, the corner of his mouth twitched, and soon returned to his original stiff expression.

He tapped the two equity transfer documents on the quilt with his chin, turned to Shu Le and said, "What if you don't use these two items? Will you come?"

Shu Le: "..."

Tsk, isn't this nonsense!

After so many years of friendship, it’s not that if you don’t come——

Anyway, of course it won't come!

Shu Le rubbed the tip of his nose, ready to move on from this topic to the next one, so after looking around for a while, he found a new breakthrough point, pointed out the door: "Think about it, if I don't leave this time , I will still be in the same company with you in the future. It’s okay to be awkward when I meet you every day, but I also want to meet your little beauty, oh no, the big beauty..."

The more Shu Le talked, the more dramatic he possessed himself. He sniffed with a grievance skill, opened his hands and said, "Shang Jue, say it yourself, this is not an embarrassment disease at all, it must be an embarrassment cancer."

Probably this statement is too convincing.

Shang Jue was stunned for a second, then subconsciously leaned forward and said, "I can make Bai Weiran quit the entertainment circle—"

Shu Le glanced at Shang Jue like a fool: "What are you doing after quitting? Stay at your house every day as a little wife? Don't tell me, maybe if you really want to marry her, Bai Weiran should be quite happy .”

"Don't talk nonsense."

Shang Jue's face was still ugly, and he immediately refuted after hearing Shu Le's words.

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that rebutting too quickly would make his tone aggressive, so he paused again, and resumed, "I just think..."

This sentence is still not finished.

Because Shang Jue was about to say the following -

I saw Shu Le who was sitting next to him, blowing bubble gum and playing with boredom.

Shu Le found a bubble gum from nowhere, even holding the sugar wrapper in his hand, his cheeks bulging and chewing happily.

He was wearing a light-colored casual suit, and sat on the side bed chair with long legs and long feet.

At this time, because of the angle, only the general side face was exposed, but it still looked particularly good under the warm yellow light in the ward.

Also extraordinarily cold.

Shang Jue suddenly understood.

——Shu Le agreed with him and gave him a chance to speak, sitting aside and waiting for him to finish.

But every word he uttered, Shu Le sneered and didn't care.

That being the case, what difference does it make if you say it or not.

And why did you put your heart together and get cut open.

Shang Jue stopped talking.

On the other hand, Shu Le chewed the bubble gum earnestly for a long time, and finally blew out a big bubble.

He popped the bubble contentedly, and then looked at Shang Jue in surprise as if he had just realized that the surroundings were quiet: "Hey, why didn't you say anything?"

Shang Jue only glanced at him this time, then looked away, closed his eyes and lay back on the soft pillow at the head of the hospital bed.

Shu Le weighed it in his heart, and still felt that it would be a pity to miss such a good opportunity, so he brazenly picked up the two documents and put them together again: "Boss Shang, Boss Shang, please let me have a way out and sign it. Sign it, you see we have been friends for so many years, how can you bear it..."

In the next second, Shang Jue raised the hand that was not holding the bottle, and firmly grasped Shu Le's wrist.

Shule:? ? ?

Is it so scary?Could it be that he was still violent to him when he was sick?

However, Shang Jue's grip became tighter and tighter.

Through the intertwined hands, Shu Le was pulled forward, getting closer to Shang Jue's pale lips.

Almost at the same time, Shu Le saw Shang Jue's lips move.

"Yeah, we've been friends for so many years."

Shang Jue spoke slowly and decisively. He paused for a long time before continuing, "How can you bear to leave me?"

Shu Le: "..."

Probably because after flirting all the way, he suddenly found that the other party was more flirtatious than himself, and Shu Le found himself speechless for a while.

But the purpose of coming here today is to understand this matter and avoid future troubles. If we just leave like this, wouldn't we have to come back and eat the delicate dog food again?

No, no, it's scary.

Shu Le quickly turned his head to think for a few seconds, and turned his face unceremoniously.

He threw the two documents in front of Shang Jue: "Okay, just tell me, do you want to sign this thing or not?"

Shang Jue looked at Shu Le, but didn't speak.

Seeing that the patient on the hospital bed remained unmoved, Shu Le continued to add bricks and mortar: "Shang Jue, you should also know how many people want the quotation for the shares in my hand."

"That's what your parents left for you, can you rest assured?"

Shang Jue was still very silent.

Shu Le's patience was already very limited, and at this moment, he was so angry that he lost all patience.

He stood up suddenly, took back the two items, and tore his body to pieces in front of Shang Jue: "Okay, I understand what you mean."

The air conditioner in the room was turned on at a suitable temperature, neither too high nor too low, but hitting the two of them could barely make the atmosphere less stiff.

Shu Le strode towards the door and sighed as he walked, "Since we can't talk anymore, I'll take my leave first."

But before he could take two steps, Shang Jue's voice came from behind him again.

I don't know if it is due to physical influence, but today his voice can be heard hoarse and astringent even in an extremely quiet environment.

And helplessness and despair.

Like a kind of dagger that has been stabbed in the heart and lungs, with a sharp cold light and

Shu Le was stopped, so he had to turn around halfway, and looked at Shang Jue with a suspicious expression.

Shang Jue raised his head and met Shu Le's eyes.

Those eyes were as beautiful and light as ever, as if they had never been polluted.

"If there is one person between me and you who has to leave, then I should come first."

Shang Jue opened his mouth, and finally had a somewhat confident look on his face, "My parents also trusted you when they were here, and now that I leave it to you, I should rest assured.

Shu Le: "..."

Shu Le was stunned by the logic of Shang Jue's words, so shocked that he even wondered if he had some mental symptoms during this time.

He couldn't help but reached out and touched Shang Jue's forehead, and then said to himself, "I don't have a fever, did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Shang Jue: "..."

The atmosphere that had been cultivated with great difficulty dissipated in an instant.

Or maybe he did it on purpose.

This is a question that will never find an answer.

Shang Jue helplessly put Shu Le's hand off his forehead, held it in his palm, and then repeated, "I mean, leave Fengjue Media to you, and I will leave the company."

Shu Le: "..."

Shu Le was stunned for a few seconds by Shang Jue's words, and suddenly laughed.

He never hides his expression, and he expresses it vividly when crying or laughing.

Even Shang Jue was made uncomfortable by Shu Le's laughter. He sat on the hospital bed and looked at Shu Le, frowned and said, "What are you thinking?"

"I don't have anything to think about, I just think it's fun."

Shu Le quickly accepted his own setting, and poured himself a glass of water.

After taking a few sips, Shu Le raised an eyebrow at Shang Jue with a smile, "Leave the company to me? Are you not afraid that I will transfer your company to Miss Bai Weiran?"

"Then let her lead Fengjue Media, boom—"

Shu Le clasped his hands together, and then slowly opened it, showing a picture of flowers exploding, "People are turned on their backs, closed down, hard to find in the industry, isn't it more exciting?"