Every day in the Shura field, I'm doing fancy whitewashing

After Song Yue left these words, he left the ward. Song Xiu heard the door slam shut and closed his eyes slightly. After a while, he sighed and said in a hoarse voice, "Five years. "

Five years later, he will return everything to Song Yue.

The phone rang next to him, Song Xiu turned his head to look, and found that it was a schedule reminder, which said, "Song Yue's birthday is three days later, remember to prepare a gift."

Song Xiu rubbed his brows wearily. After coughing twice, he put the phone aside. If he guessed correctly, he is probably the last person Song Yue wants to see at this time, right?

Song Xiu couldn't help laughing and sighed softly.

【666: Song Yue's hatred has reached 90.00%. 】

【Song Xiu: I see. 】

He stayed in the hospital until Song Yue's birthday. All the documents were sent to the hospital by the secretary, and he reviewed them.

He was discharged from the hospital at noon that day, and the secretary went through the discharge procedures. While supporting him, he asked, "Mr. Song, do you want to stay for another two days? You still need to cultivate your body well."

Song Xiu laughed, and said immediately, "Where is Song Yue?"

"The young master hasn't been to the company for the past two days, so he should still be at home, right? Or with friends? After all, this is just after the college entrance examination, so there must be many friends gathering."

Song Xiu responded, and after getting in the car, he said, "Go to the cake shop, it's his birthday today."

The secretary thought about it, but still couldn't bear to say, "Mr. Song, the young master may have a party with his friends tonight. Even if you bought a cake, he might not go back."

"What if he comes back? If he comes back but doesn't see the cake, he will be disappointed." Song Xiu was still a little weak, he leaned against the back seat, and said in a hoarse voice, "We can't let him down anymore."

The secretary felt a little sad for no reason, and he said, "Okay."

When the car arrived at the entrance of the cake shop, the secretary thought that Song Xiu was going to buy a cake and leave, but he didn't expect him to make the cake himself. He didn't know how to make this kind of thing in the first place, so he struggled to make it under the guidance of the cake master. A cake came out.

He got into the car with the cake, and the secretary said, "Take a break, and I'll call you when I get there."

After Song Xiu responded in a low voice, he closed his eyes slightly and fell into a deep sleep. The surgery was too traumatic for his body. Even after recuperating for these days, he still felt weak. When he arrived at the gate of the villa, the secretary woke him up. , Song Xiu was still a little overwhelmed.

The nanny took the cake and put it in the living room. The secretary helped Song Xiu to sit on the sofa to rest. Song Xiu looked around and asked, "Did Song Yue come back last night?"

The nanny paused, smiled, and said, "Young master recently..."

Before the nanny finished speaking, Song Xiu had already guessed the answer. He rubbed his forehead and said, "I see, I will call him later and ask him to go home early."

Seeing that Song Xiu didn't say anything else, the nanny was relieved.

But from noon, to afternoon, to night, Song Yue never came back. Song Xiu was sitting on the sofa, looking through the recent documents while waiting for Song Yue to come back. The nanny thought for a while and said, "Master , why don't you go to rest first? You have to rest well for the operation you just had."

Song Xiu responded and signed his name at the end.

He waited until two o'clock in the morning before he heard the sound of a car coming from outside. When Song Yue walked in, he saw that the light in the living room was still on, and the cakes on the table came into his eyes. Song Xiu Sitting on the sofa, he put the file aside when he heard the voice, and asked, "Happy birthday."

"Why are you here?" After seeing Song Xiu, Song Yue was slightly taken aback, then frowned, and said, "Unlucky."

Song Yue smelled of alcohol, he threw his coat aside, walked past Song Xiu, and went upstairs without looking at the cake, he said, "I was very happy today, I didn't expect to see you when I came back." Seeing you... the good mood of the day is gone."

Song Xiu lowered his eyes, he took a deep breath, and didn't say anything.

All night, he sat on the sofa alone, facing the unopened cake in front of him. In the morning, he wiped his face, went upstairs to wash up, and took the cake with him when he left .

When Song Yue heard the sound of the car outside the door, he got up from the bed, went to the bathroom, and washed his face with cold water from the sink, trying to wake himself up.

He looked at the strange yet familiar face in the mirror, frowned slightly, and said hoarsely, "You are Song Yue."

In three years, for Song Xiu, there was no day off. He used three years to reorganize the company, sorted out all the external business, and built it into a large group in the true sense.

In the past three years, Song Yue only needed to study hard at school. He met new friends, participated in clubs, and joined the student union. No matter what he did, Song Xiu never stopped him.

As long as he is not out of line, Song Xiu will not care about him.

"Song Yue", the roommate approached Song Yue and asked curiously, "Why did your brother come to pick you up from school again? I haven't even seen your parents."

"He's idle." Song Yue turned his head to look outside, his face turned cold, he stood up immediately, and said, "Help me take a seat, I'll go to the bathroom and I'll be back."

"Huh? Mmm, yes." The roommate responded.

Song Yue turned around and walked straight through the back door. He came out of the teaching building and walked directly to the ground parking lot on the side. Sure enough, he saw Song Xiu standing by a tree with a smoking area marked beside him. He lit a cigarette. It seemed that he was on the phone with someone. Seeing that Song Yue was coming, he just turned off the phone this time.

"Why are you here?" Song Yue frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you? Don't come to me if you have nothing to do."

"I'm planning to go abroad, this incident may take a long time, about a month or so, yourself..." Before Song Xiu finished speaking, Song Yue sneered, "What does it matter to me that you leave your country? To say such a word specially, how idle do you think I am?"

In the past few years, Song Xiu has gotten used to being bullied, he said in a good-tempered low voice, "Call the secretary if you have anything to do, I may not be able to receive your call."

Song Yue was too lazy to listen to what he had to say, so he interrupted him and said, "Okay, I don't want to know what you're going to do, I don't want to know about you, and I won't call you."

Song Xiu looked at the back of Song Yue leaving, and was silent for a long time, the smoke was over, burning his hand, he seemed to react suddenly, and stifled the smoke out.

There was a recently opened email in his mailbox, which was a document notifying him of hospitalization. He sighed helplessly, and could faintly feel a little moisture in his waist and abdomen, probably because the wound was open?

After all... This is not the first time he has had an operation.

It doesn't matter to him anymore, five years, three years have passed, and there are two more years... He will be free after another two years.

[666: Host, you have been on this mission for a long time, you can control the time yourself. 】

[Song Xiu: Is there a time limit? 】

【666: Not this one. 】

[Song Xiu: I still want to grow old together, but the plot doesn't allow it. 】

666: ...

Although 666 could understand Song Xiu's mood and the reason why he did this, as his system, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

After all, if you encounter a world of cultivating immortals, isn't the game over?Who knew it would take tens of thousands of years to complete the mission?

Song Xiu sighed, turned around and left, and drove to the hospital. The hospital had already arranged a ward for him and explained the risks of the operation to him. The doctor shook his head and said, "I told you three years ago Watch out for a gastric perforation, and you end up with a gastric perforation."

Lying on the hospital bed, Song Xiu had already changed into a blue and white striped hospital gown, and his skin looked paler. He smiled and said, "Sooner or later."

"How old are you? You've made it like this now. When you get older, you'll have to suffer." The doctor shook his head. In recent years, Song Xiu came to the hospital very frequently, and the two got to know each other quite well, the doctor said. , "Where's that little brat in your family?"

"He doesn't know." Song Xiu paused and said, "I don't want to tell him."

"Just keep it from him... You should really let him see what his brother has done to himself for the sake of the company? I'm not joking with you. In your current situation, what will happen in the future, you can't say no at all." Sure." The doctor sighed and said, "Although I will tell you once every time you come, but this time I have to say... Take your life, doesn't it hurt? Isn't it your own body?"

The doctor finished the examination for him, looked at the report in his hand, kept shaking his head, and said, "You... I can't even say you. If you die suddenly in the company one day, I think it's very normal. You are too Are you fighting?"

"I have nothing else to do except work." Song Xiu's voice was a little hoarse. He hadn't been able to sleep well in the past few days. He had just had an operation on his waist and abdomen a while ago. After the anesthesia wore off, he was in pain all the time. He even went to the company for an appointment in the morning After a while, he was extremely tired, but he still forcibly cheered up and said, "After the operation, how long will it be before I can leave the hospital at the earliest?"

The doctor said, "This can't be said for sure, it depends on the individual's physique... You should take good care of it, this is not the first time you have had surgery, logically you can't have another surgery in such a short period of time..."

Song Xiu nodded and replied, "I know."

"Have you ever thought about it, if something happens to you one day... What will happen to your brother? If you really care about him, you should think about it." The doctor said.

"I know." Song Xiu was silent for a long time, and only these three words popped out.

After the doctor went out, the secretary rushed over. He still had the latest documents in his briefcase. After putting it in Song Xiu's hand, he said, "Mr. Song, what about the recent cooperation with the Qin family?"

"Pause for a moment. When the old chairman had an accident, the Qin family's posture was too ugly. Although I gave them enough face, it doesn't mean I don't hold grudges." Song Xiu's face was slightly cold, and he said, "Let me ask for help, you can ...but they have to pay the price."

作者有话要说：蹲评论！感谢在2019-12-1523:59:23~2019-12-1619:10:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: I don’t want to go to school aaa, Tachibana Tachibana, THeo1;

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