After marrying the richest husband

five years ago.

It's been a long, long time.

Sang Qiao never liked to recall the past, after all, there was nothing to recall in his life.

When Fu Zhong told him the story from beginning to end.

Sang Qiao actually used it for a long time before he slowly dug out that memory from his mind and tried to relive it carefully.

But he found out with regret.

He really doesn't remember much.

For the young Sang Qiao, those memories may not be as happy as the dozen or so plastic bottles he picked up, the kraft cartons, or the joy of finding a few packs of expired snacks by the trash can.

Sang Qiao really remembered that he helped a boy who looked like an excellent college student beat up a young man in society in that alley, and he also remembered that he would drop by that student for a while in the next ten days and nights.

But he could no longer remember what Fu Xingzhou looked like.

The person in the memory, together with Sangqiao's fragmented youth, was submerged in the crowded and busy world.

It has not been mentioned for many years.

however.

Fu Zhong, who was sitting at the other end of the table, looked at him with a serious expression, as if he had finished his speech, and was waiting for his answer to this memory.

Sang Qiao thought about it very seriously, opened his mouth, and finally said, "Well... I should have told him to go to school hard and study hard."

For Sangqiao at that time.

It is indeed a happy thing to be able to sit in the classroom every day.

So he always thought about it at that time.

If you can't read by yourself, if you can help others to read well, it can be regarded as a little good deed that you have barely done.

But soon, Sang Qiao realized from Fu Zhong's expression that he seemed to have failed to give the correct answer.

Because Mr. Fu's face darkened again, and he said to him: "Just this one sentence? You don't have anything else to say?"

The old man's face was full of red, and he was full of air when he spoke.

Especially when he was fighting for his grandson, his tone was extremely high.

Sang Qiao shrank his head with a guilty conscience, and tried his best to hold back for a long time: "Fu Xingzhou...is a very good person."

Fu Zhong: "..."

Fu Zhong slapped the table fiercely: "Since he is so good, you don't have any other thoughts about him?!"

Sang Qiao was frightened and shook his whole body, shaking his head even more like a rattle: "I, I, I... I don't deserve it!"

Fu Zhong seemed not to have heard what Sang Qiao said, frowned, and asked again: "What?"

Sang Qiao swallowed, and raised his neck: "I...I can't do it. I'm not good enough for Fu Xingzhou, I'm too bad, I can't."

Fu Zhong: "..."

Fu Zhong thought of all possible answers before digging a hole for Sangqiao.

It's just that she didn't expect Sang Qiao's reply.

Fu Zhong was silent for a rare moment, sat upright on the sofa and paused for a few seconds, then refocused his gaze on the person sitting across the table.

Because of Fu Xingzhou, in order to find Sangqiao, Fu Zhong also watched those surveillance videos many times.

The behavior of the person in front of him and the young man in the surveillance video have hardly changed, even the small movement of pinching his ears subconsciously when he is nervous is exactly the same.

But the young man in the surveillance could still see some light in his eyes.

And the person in front of him——

He sat there, seeing no life, no light.

It's like just barely alive.

There is neither any hope nor any longing for this world.

But even so.

It also seems that almost all his efforts have been used up.

Fu Zhong has been on the battlefield, met desperadoes, met national leaders, and had afternoon tea with many capitalists.

Among the thousands of people he had seen.

He had only seen such a look in the eyes of people whose lives were in desperate situations.

But Sang Qiao was too young.

Fu Zhong was so young that he was suddenly a little afraid that this young man would suddenly be unable to hold on one day.

Everyone has a heart of self-respect and self-love.

But as long as anyone can think a little bit of himself, he will not step himself into the humble soil in front of outsiders so calmly.

Fu Zhong was even more worried.

If something really goes wrong with Sangqiao one day, then Fu Xingzhou...

Fu Zhong withdrew his hand on the table and said to Sang Qiao, "Stand up."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Fu Zhong said sternly: "Stand up and talk to me, stand up!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao stood up very honestly.

Fu Zhong was still dissatisfied: "Straighten your back, keep your legs together, put your hands in the seams of your trousers, and stick them close to me!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao adjusted his posture for a long time, and stood up aggrieved.

Although he is getting old, Fu Zhong is always strong and his back looks straighter than Sang Qiao.

Fu Zhong walked up to Sang Qiao and shook his shoulder: "Stand up!"

Sang Qiao: "Got it...Grandpa Fu."

Fu Zhong said strictly, "Call me Grandpa."

Sang Qiao: "...Oh, grandpa."

Fu Zhong didn't let Sangqiao relax, and Sangqiao didn't dare to move.

Anan stood there for almost 10 minutes.

Fu Zhong finally walked up to Sang Qiao with a straight face: "Isn't this pretty good?"

This standing method is a particularly tiring job.

Sang Qiao felt that he was almost detached, and didn't understand Fu Zhong's words for a while: "...huh?"

Fu Zhong frowned: "If you can endure hardships and persevere, why can't you be worthy of sailing?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao's physical fitness was not very good since he was a child, and fighting was all about desperate effort.

After a while, the military posture came down, and the cold sweat on the forehead poured out one by one.

Fu Zhong gave Sang Qiao a hand and pushed him back on the chair: "Xingzhou chose you, so naturally it has his meaning."

Seeing that Sang Qiao didn't speak.

Fu Zhong said again: "You are not him, and you can't choose for him whether he likes it or not, loves you or not."

"But, Sangqiao, even Fu Xingzhou is so sure that he loves you, that he is willing to look for you for five years."

Fu Zhong sighed, "But you don't believe it, you sentenced him to death without even giving him a chance. It's not fair to him, don't you think?"

No one seems to be able to convince anyone, old or young.

Fu Zhong left the ward with a dark face.

After a while, several nurses carefully opened the door and came in to help Sang Qiao clean up the rest of the unfinished things in the ward.

The entire ward was filled with low air pressure.

The nurses were as quiet as chickens busy with their own work. When everything was packed, they handed over to the doctor the subsequent nursing work. No one noticed Sangqiao during the busy schedule.

After the discharge certificate was processed, Raven drove over.

When the nurse and several bodyguards took all their luggage and prepared to accompany Sang Qiao to leave——

Only then did he see a small note that Sang Qiao left on the table.

[I'll go out for a while, and I'll be home on time at night.Thank you and don't worry about me. 】

The small crooked characters were divided into two lines, and on the paper was an apple that seemed to be picked from a fruit basket.

Raven's face immediately turned ugly: "I told you to take care of him, is that how you take care of him?"

The nurse and several bodyguards looked at each other.

Raven walked quickly to the door, called Fu Xingzhou, and then hurried back to the ward: "Mr. Sang also sent a message to the boss, you should send the things back first, and you'd better pray that Mr. Sang will come home on time at night, let's go." .”

Nurses and bodyguards: "..."

It was almost dusk, and the strong wind was howling.

From the general hospital to Dr. Luan's clinic, it is almost from the east to the west of Beicheng.

They haven't been locked yet, so they shouldn't be off work yet.

Sang Qiao tightened his down jacket, pushed open the door, poked his head out and looked around.

The male assistant in charge of the registration front desk was sitting at the seat, and when he saw Sang Qiao, his expression changed immediately: "You don't have an appointment today!"

Sang Qiao smiled very kindly, nodded, closed the door and sat opposite the male assistant: "Yes, I miss you very much, so I came to have a look."

Male assistant: "..."

The male assistant had you go written all over his face, and was about to speak when the door of the consulting room inside suddenly opened.

Luan Yinan had just finished his last patient's time and sent the patient out himself.

The first second when the door is opened.

He met Sang Qiao's benevolent gaze.

Luan Yinan: "..."

Luan Yinan sighed and sent the patient out.

Then he turned around and went back to the side of Sangqiao, and unhurriedly threw out a sentence: "If you came to me to get the medicine, then I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, the medicine for your next course of treatment, has already taken it for you."

Sang Qiao: "?"

Sang Qiao: "What?"

Luan Yinan warmed himself a cup of tea slowly: "That's right, in the past, I had no choice but to give the medicine to you. Now my family can help me, a doctor, control the dosage of the patient's medicine. I am very relieved."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and then stood up like a cat whose tail had been stuck: "Why did you tell him that I need to take medicine!?"

Luan Yinan looked up: "Mr. Sang, be reasonable. Did I tell him? If you didn't overdose and went to the hospital, how would Fu Xingzhou know?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Reasoning with a psychiatrist is the most annoying thing.

It's the fastest way to beat him up.

Luan Yinan seemed to have guessed what Sang Qiao was thinking, put down the teacup, and said, "Sang Qiao, I advise you not to act rashly. You haven't recovered from acute heart failure for ten days. Guess if you do it, you will send yourself away." When you enter the hospital, will Fu Xingzhou be as talkative as this time, and let you be discharged easily?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao sat back on the chair again: "Then give me the medicine!"

Luan Yinan waved to the male assistant, and the male assistant nodded and went back to the consultation room.

Luan Yinan asked, "Why did you give it to you?"

Sang Qiao stretched out his hand confidently: "Mental illness is also a disease, you should take medicine as soon as possible, isn't that what you told me first!"

Luan Yinan nodded: "That's right, your medicine is with the family. Fu Xingzhou brought your marriage certificate to me to get it."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao has been taking medicine for at least two years.

Mental patients are often dependent on drugs, and Sang Qiao has stopped taking drugs for nearly ten days.

In addition, Fu Xingzhou knew about this...

Sang Qiao's mood gradually became restless.

He stood up and walked around the house twice, bit his lower lip, and said to Luan Yinan: "Doctor Luan, can you give me another medicine?"

Luan Yinan didn't nod, but he didn't refuse either. Instead, he asked, "Why?"

Sang Qiao's fingers clenched fiercely on the corner of his clothes repeatedly, as if trying to calm down his emotions: "No reason... You used to give it to me directly, this time..."

Luan Yinan: "So I changed my mind this time. I'm your chief doctor, of course..."

"no!"

Sang Qiao stood up abruptly again.

He interrupted Luan Yinan's words.

Due to the sudden standing up, his finger accidentally scratched the book on the treatment table, and a bloody gash was immediately exposed.

Sang Qiao didn't realize it.

He walked up to Luan Yinan, and unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes with bleeding hands again: "Luan Yinan, do you know that I can't go crazy in front of Fu Xingzhou? I can't be mentally ill in front of him! I..."

If this is a professional psychology course.

Then the lecturer will definitely tell the students that the scene in front of them is a typical symptom of a borderline personality disorder patient.

It's a pity that Luan Yinan wasn't frightened by Sang Qiao.

He is taller than Sang Qiao, and he is in better physical condition than Sang Qiao.

Therefore, it was easy to pull Sang Qiao's bleeding hand over, and quickly disinfected and bandaged it.

then.

Luan Yinan said, "Why not?"

Sang Qiao was taken aback by the question, but did not answer.

Luan Yinan let go of Sang Qiao's hand and stood up: "Because you are afraid that he will see you and think you are a lunatic? Think you are scary? I don't like you anymore, I don't love you anymore——Sang Qiao, you didn't Live like this."

Sang Qiao seemed a little dazed: "I'm not..."

Luan Yinan: "Sang Qiao, you care about Fu Xingzhou very much, do you like Fu Xingzhou?"

Sang Qiao immediately denied subconsciously: "I don't like it."

Luan Yinan said: "Is it because you don't like him, or can't you? Is it because you don't love him, or do you feel afraid to love him?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Luan Yinan: "You are very worried that one day in the future he will no longer love you, don't like you, and don't want you anymore, are you?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

It was as if all the strength had been drained.

Sang Qiao slumped and sat down on the ground.

The blood from the wound on his hand slowly seeped out along a thin layer of gauze, and it smelled bloody under the light.

Sang Qiao shook his head nervously, and said slowly: "I can't like him, Luan Yinan, I've worked very hard to survive, and it's finally come to this day. I..."

Luan Yinan said: "So you are very scared, you are afraid. You don't trust yourself, and you don't trust Fu Xingzhou even more."

Luan Yinan said: "But Sang Qiao, you have to ask yourself, if you miss Fu Xingzhou, will you regret it?"

Sang Qiao didn't speak.

Luan Yinan pulled Sang Qiao up from the ground and led him to the treatment area.

Then get the bottle.

The sharp needle pierced through the back of Sang Qiao's hand, picking up a thin layer of flesh.

The scarlet blood poured out, and was pressed by the liquid and flowed back into the body.

Luan Yinan put a warm treasure under Sang Qiao's palm: "Stable liquid, but it won't help your current situation much. Sleep for a while, wake up and think about it. Some people only have the choice in their life. Do it once and don't let yourself regret it."

Maybe it's because there aren't many appointments today.

There are no other patients in the clinic.

Sangqiao's body has developed serious drug resistance to the antipsychotics.

He didn't fall asleep, just sat there in silence until the bottle of liquid was finished.

Sang Qiao pulled out the needle by himself, came out with an empty medicine bottle and needle tube, lifted the lid of the medical trash can and threw the things in.

Luan Yinan was sitting at the table wearing glasses and looking at the literature on the computer, and he didn't seem surprised that Sang Qiao pulled out the needle himself.

He pushed his glasses: "Going?"

Sang Qiao nodded.

Luan Yinan pointed to the corner of the wall: "Take an umbrella, it's raining outside."

Sang Qiao unceremoniously picked up the largest big black umbrella, carried it to the clinic door, and suddenly said, "Dr. Luan."

Luan Yinan raised his head impatiently, "What are you doing?"

Sang Qiao shook the umbrella in his hand: "Thank you, although you haven't given me a discount on medicine recently."

Luan Yinan: "..."

Luan Yinan: "Go away."

Sang Qiao obediently rolled away.

The night in Beicheng fell very early.

It was not ten o'clock in the evening, and the moonlight was already on the tip of the tree.

It's just that the heavy rain made the moonlight misty, and even the scenery outside the window was not clear.

On heavy rainy days, the business of flower shops is always difficult.

The rain was getting louder and louder, and the umbrella surface was knocked with a dull sound.

Then huge raindrops fell obliquely from all directions and splashed on the corner of the clothes.

Sang Qiao ran through nearly fifteen flower shops shown on the map, and finally found one that was still open.

Probably saw that he was really embarrassed by being drenched.

While wrapping the flowers, the senior female boss brought a towel to Sang Qiao: "Young man, thanks to your fast running, I will close the door if you are 10 minutes late! But today the flowers are almost sold out, I will give You pack better!"

Sang Qiao chuckled twice, his pale lips seemed to blend with his complexion.

He took the words, opened the umbrella again, and carefully covered the flowers under the big black umbrella.

The voice of the female boss can be heard behind her: "Hey, young man, you can't do this, people are more valuable than flowers..."

Sang Qiao ran into the rain, and his clear voice floated into the rain: "No! Flowers are more important!"

Female boss: "..."

This kind of heavy rain can't get a taxi, but fortunately the last daytime bus arrives on time.

There were almost no guests in the car.

Sang Qiao pulled up her hat, carefully walked to the last row with the flowers in her arms.

He secretly took out his phone and sent a text message to Raven: "Assistant Wen, has Fu Xingzhou returned home?"

Raven's message returned very quickly: "No, at the company. Where are you, Mr. Sang? I'll pick you up right away."

Sang Qiao stretched out his hand and wiped the hazy mist on the glass of the bus, then slightly bent the corner of his mouth, and typed: "No need."

The bus stops at the central cbd station.

The car door opened, and only Sangqiao got off.

This platform is relatively close to Fu's headquarters building.

Sang Qiao held the flowers in his arms, and put up an umbrella to cover them.

The footsteps of running all the way stepped on the water that gradually accumulated on the road.

Even in the pouring rain.

The lights of Fu's headquarters building were still brilliant, making the entire night dim.

Maybe it's because Sangqiao's appearance of being drenched is really unbearable.

As soon as he stepped into the Fu's building, he was stopped by the security guard at the door: "What are you doing?!"

Sang Qiao wiped off the rainwater flowing down her hair, and carefully looked at the flowers in her arms, her eyes were bright: "I'm looking for Fu Xingzhou!"

The two security guards were a little surprised: "Looking for Director Fu? Director Fu doesn't see any guests at this time, so come back tomorrow."

Sang Qiao was afraid that the flowers in his arms would be damaged by the rain, so half of his body was exposed in the rain, but he stretched out his hand to push the flowers under the eaves.

He looked at the security guard in front of him and thought for a while: "I have something very important to ask Fu Xingzhou..."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and most of Sangqiao's umbrellas were covered on the flowers.

The two security guards couldn't bear it, and their tone slowed down a bit: "Sir, it's not that we don't let you in. We have regulations. You go back and come back tomorrow morning. Do you think it's okay?"

Sang Qiao sneezed loudly, and only then remembered that he still had a mobile phone.

He hurriedly reached out his hand to touch the phone from his pocket, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time, probably because he accidentally dropped it somewhere.

Sang Qiao came out of the hospital in a hurry, not wearing much.

At this moment, he sniffed a little sadly from the cold, and said politely to the security guard: "Then can you call him for me... just let me talk."

security guard:"……"

The security guards didn't have Fu Xingzhou's phone number, but they looked at Sang Qiao really pitifully: "Well, sir. I'll call Assistant Raven for you. If he knows you, we'll let you in. If he doesn't know you, don't bother." Embarrass us, is this possible?"

Sang Qiao nodded quickly.

Raven's phone is always on 24 hours a day, and he answered in seconds: "Hello, who is it?"

The two security guards looked at each other: "That's right, Assistant Wen, there is a gentleman named Sang waiting downstairs. He said there is something important..."

Raven said almost immediately, "Sang?"

The security guard said, "Yes. It's a very thin..."

Raven: "Please come in! The boss will come down immediately!"

security guard:"???"

boss?

Down?

The phone hangs up.

The two security guards froze for a few seconds, and immediately helped Sangqiao open the thick tempered glass door of Fu's headquarters.

Sangqiao was covered in rainwater.

When walking all the way in, they left a series of speckled footprints on the originally clean marble floor.

One of the two security guards walked in with Sang Qiao.

Haven't reached the center of the hall yet.

I saw the door of the president's special elevator slowly open——

Fu Xingzhou came out from the door, followed by Raven.

security guard:"……"

Omg.

The boss really came down in person.

The security guard couldn't help thinking about his behavior just now, and then felt that his job might be lost.

however.

The security guard hadn't had time to light a wax for himself.

Then he heard the young man beside him shout: "Fu Xingzhou!"

The ceiling of the lobby of Fu's headquarters is tens of meters high. The hollow crystal lamp was selected and customized from Italy by the former chairman Fu Zhong himself, and it is dazzling.

From the security guard's point of view, it was clear that the young man who came in with him just now was even more dazzling.

The rain was still dripping down his hair, rolled over his cheeks, and fell into his thin clothes.

Sang Qiao threw away the umbrella and ran to Fu Xingzhou.

Then very carefully took out the bouquet that had been protected all the way from her bosom.

It was a bouquet of red roses.

The bouquet is not big, and the quality of the roses does not look high.

Maybe it's just a small shop, so there is only simple wrapping paper, and the usual decoration methods on the Internet, even garlands are the most ubiquitous styles.

But Sang Qiao's eyes are bright and moving.

His whole body was completely soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water, looking miserable and pitiful.

Probably shivering because of the cold.

Sang Qiao sent the bouquet of roses to Fu Xingzhou, holding it high.

A few drops of rain fell on the rose petals.

And Sang Qiao seemed a little uneasy because of this little raindrop.

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped the soft rose petals, raised his head a little sorry, looked at Fu Xingzhou, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I..."

Sang Qiao hesitated for a while, but continued with the next sentence: "The flowers I gave you don't seem to be as pretty as the ones you gave me... Then, do you still want to be with me?"