Thirty-Four Concern (I)

A sharp pain spread from his body at the fastest speed from that moment on, and finally exploded in his chest.

He clenched his hands at his sides, enduring, not letting his back reveal any flaws. However, his face became paler and paler, and even his steps became much heavier.

Yun Ling looked at him like this, her heart tensed, and she said nervously: "Wei, you..."

"Can I borrow your arm for a while?" Tang Wei interrupted her worried words, his voice was very low and weak.

"Of course." Yun Ling stretched out her hand.

Tang Wei pressed his big palm on her arm, barely supporting his shaky body, and his eyes gradually became gray, and his eyes became more and more scattered.

Yun Ling's breathing was tense, and she silently put her hands around his waist from behind. From behind, they must look like a couple, sweet and intimate, but only they know the inside story. Yun Ling said: "Hold on a little longer, we'll be at the elevator soon."

"Yeah." Tang Wei nodded.

The distance of just over 100 meters was so far for him.

Sure enough, every step of the journey away from her was difficult and hard to take.

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Shang Shiyu stood there and watched them leave hand in hand intimately, her chest hurt as if it was cut by thousands of knives.

She closed her eyes and hid the wetness in her eyes. Her cold little hand slowly moved away from Lan Xiao and walked back into the ward with the help of the wall. With the other hand, she still stubbornly held the medicine box tightly, as if holding her treasured treasure.

Lan Xiao looked at the desolate back, pondered for a moment, did not ask anything, but followed in silently.

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The next day.

As soon as Lan Xiao entered the company, the front desk staff called him, "Mr. Lan."

"Hmm?"

"This is sent to you by a gentleman." The other party held out an insulated box and handed it to him.

"For me?" Lan Xiao narrowed his eyes and took the box. He reached out and touched it outside, and he could still feel the temperature.

He curled his lips. This looked like a love breakfast.

"Are you sure it was a gentleman, not a lady?"

The other party smiled and replied: "Not only a gentleman, but also a very powerful gentleman."

Lan Xiao shuddered, shook his head, and pushed it back without even opening it. "Forget about it if it's a man. I don't have this habit."

After he finished speaking, he walked away without stopping.

Behind him, the receptionist curiously opened it, and then sighed, "It's millet porridge, it smells so good~ Boss, if you don't want it, can I help you solve it?"

"Okay, you..." Lan Xiao raised his hand and was ready to agree generously. However, halfway through his words, he turned around and said, "What did you say was delivered?"

"Millet porridge." The other party looked at him inexplicably.

Lan Xiao was thoughtful. The next moment, he walked back and covered the insulated box himself. "The person who was sent here is about 180cm tall, with a square face and dark and thick eyebrows."

"Yes, that's right."

That must be Yu Sheng beside Tang Wei!

"Okay, I know." Lan Xiao picked up the insulated box and turned around and walked out instead of going back to the company.

The other party looked at the back inexplicably. Didn't he just say no? Why did he change his attitude 180 degrees when he heard that it was Xiaomi Zhou?

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Lan Xiao drove the car and went directly to the AV TV station. Along the way, he glanced at the insulated box on the co-pilot several times.

He took the phone and dialed a number.

On the other side, it was Yu Sheng who answered the phone.

"Xiaomi Zhou in my company, is it what your President Tang meant?" Lan Xiao asked directly.

"Miss Shang needs to take good care of her stomach. Mr. Lan, I hope you don't mind."

Lan Xiao adjusted his sitting position and smiled lazily, "I am taking advantage of your Mr. Tang's contribution. Does Mr. Tang mind?"

"I believe Mr. Lan can understand what the Fourth Master meant."

Lan Xiao curled his lips and said nothing more. Tang Wei went through so much trouble to send millet porridge to him, naturally to prevent Shi Yu from knowing his thoughts.

Yesterday, his attitude towards Shi Yu seemed not simple either.

Lan Xiao shook his head. He really couldn't understand these complicated humans.

When he arrived downstairs at AV, he called Shi Yu. Shang Shi Yu came down quickly. He was still sitting in the car and didn't get out, but just rolled down the window.

"Why are you here so early?" Shang Shi Yu glanced at his watch. It was just after eight o'clock.

"I came here to see if you had breakfast. How is it, this temporary date, did you perform well?" Lan Xiao raised his chin, looking like he was asking for praise.

"Tsk~" Shang Shiyu expressed disbelief, "Are you here to do something in our office?"

Lan Xiao handed her the thermos bottle through the window. Shang Shiyu held it in her arms and was surprised.

Lan Xiao explained: "Millet porridge, for your stomach."

Shang Shiyu opened the lid in surprise. The fragrant porridge was still accompanied by warm air, which made her originally cold heart rise with a strong warmth. She looked at Lan Xiao with deep eyes and said gratefully: "Thank you."

Lan Xiao opened his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

But this "thank you" made him feel unworthy. So he waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, if you really thank me, remember to finish all the porridge. Hurry up and go to work!"

"Well, then I'll go up."

"And!" Lan Xiao stopped her, "Don't forget to take your medicine on time. If you continue like before, your stomach will cause you serious problems sooner or later!"

He said the last sentence with a serious face. Shang Shiyu smiled, "I know, I always take it on time."

"Go ahead." Lan Xiao waved his hand and watched her walk into the building with the thermos bottle. He didn't withdraw his gaze until the figure was completely out of sight.

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"Wow~~" Ever since she opened the thermos box in the lounge, Ning Mu has been around her, "Shang Shang, your love brand breakfast is good! Millet porridge, and nutritious soup for you. I didn't expect that President Lan is so thoughtful?"

"Do you want to drink some?"

Ning Mu shook his head repeatedly, "I don't want to. This is a love brand, for you to drink, what's the big deal if I drink it?"

Shang Shiyu took a sip with a spoon. The taste at the entrance shocked her heart and made her mind a little dazed.

She took another sip immediately.

This taste...

So familiar.

She felt that she was possessed, and she actually felt that this was Tang Wei's porridge. But how could it be possible? He would never cook for her again. In the future, she would never have any chance to taste his cooking skills again.

Thinking of this, the porridge, which was originally sweet, became more and more bitter. A faint sourness rose in her nose. She was afraid of revealing her emotions in front of Ning Mu, so she just buried her head and drank the porridge in big mouthfuls.