MTL - Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?-Chapter 1590 : You are my little love song (Qin Ge 157)

Too many things are squeezed in my head, Shi Nian Song does not speak, just looking at the ceiling.

"If you need it, I can stand up for you for a while. Some people from the Xiao family will show up for the time being. Those people dare not make any small actions on the bright side for the time being. The following group of people still have to rely on yourself." Xiao Luye said: "I know that I will tell you this now. It is difficult for you to accept it, but Nian Nian, now Shijia is because of your parents’ troubles, everything They have all been pushed to this point. Now, and talking about it in a few days, it will be the same result. You need to be strong early, and when you want to cry, remember to hide and cry, and don't be seen by those people."

Shi Niange took a deep breath, his mouth trembled when he breathed, his hands slowly squeezed into a fist, and finally he spoke, but his voice was dumb as if there were countless grit in it.

"My grandfather...you know?"

"It is not clear whether Professor Yang knows what happened here in the United States, but he is your mother's father after all. When you get the news, I guess he already knew." Xiao Luye looked at her: "But There should be no way for his laboratory to find time to come over immediately. No matter how sad it is, it will not help. I will ask to contact him and arrange for him to come to the United States as soon as possible."

Shi Niange suddenly turned his eyes and said, "I want to call Grandpa..."

Suddenly she thought about it, and wanted to talk to her grandfather. From a young age to when her parents were not around, she was the only grandfather. Now there is something wrong with her mother, and grandpa can’t come over immediately. She was a young man who was stimulated to sleep It's all right after a nap, what about grandpa?

Seeing her red and anxious eyes, Xiao Luye picked up her mobile phone beside her bed, glanced at it, and said, "Your mobile phone card doesn't have a cross-border call service. There should be no way to get through now. Use me. Call?"

Shi Niange nodded.

When receiving Xiao Luye’s call, she sniffed and said, “Can you help me get the phone card to perform the function you mentioned? Also, help me prepare a copy that works well in the United States. Can you use the card?"

"Okay, leave it to me." Xiao Da walked over and picked up Shi Niange's own mobile phone. After fiddling with him for a while, he still laughed and said something, as expected, only girls like this. This kind of pink and white mobile phone is really dying, but when I think of the things in the current tense, I dare not really laugh at it. I touched my nose, looked at Xiao Luye by the bed, and looked at Shi Niange again. Standing here seemed a bit in the way, so I just took her phone and left.

Shi Niange called Grandpa. Sure enough, Grandpa knew that there was one last project to be completed in the laboratory. He had to be in the laboratory and couldn't walk away. He could not leave until tonight at the earliest.

She hugged her mobile phone and hid in a separate toilet in the ward. She was sitting on the toilet and crying while calling her grandfather. After crying for a long time, her grandfather told her with a dumb voice: Nian-nian, it's time to grow up. .

Shi Niange hung up the phone, sat in the bathroom, holding her mobile phone and continued to cry, crying enough and tired, until Xiao Luye came and knocked on the door, she got up and went out.

Then she went to the morgue to see her mother for the last time.

Then he walked out silently and stood outside the morgue, feeling the cold air around him, silently looking out the opposite window.

She couldn’t even spare time to think about anything except her parents, Shi’s house, and the hospital. She got the news last night and flew over right away. When she arrived at the hospital, it was already in the afternoon in China. It was late in the night on the American side, and then she went into a coma, then woke up, and then came to the morgue and tossed all day.

Now that it’s dark again, the company’s people came directly, pretending to come to see Vice President Yang for the last time, and then to see how Shi Dong’s injury was, and then they gathered around her father’s ward and discussed the company in a low voice. What to do in the future, saying that Shi Dong's legs are useless, and it is estimated that he will have to step down soon after insisting on it.

I heard all these topics while chanting, she walked out of the morgue, walked outside her father’s ward, stood at the end of the corridor and looked at the group of fake directors, supervisors, and others in Shi’s company. The so-called collaborators have hypocritical expressions.

It turns out that in the face of the life that has just passed away, they would not even consider regretting or sorrowing, and even stingy with a drop of sincere tears. When they heard that Yang Zhenzhen was dead, they were not thinking about the death of this familiar person. It was not sad, but how to replace the position of vice president, how to wait for the chairman to get the position of chairman when he stepped down, and how to fight for equity.

These topics are completely unfamiliar to Shi Niange. She never thought that one day she would stand here alone, looking directly at the cold-blooded and realities of the partners that mom and dad have been cooperating with for many years.

She just stood there, those group of people silently.

Now the uncle and her uncles are not here, and she doesn't usually come to the United States or go to the company very often, so the seniors in these companies don't know her.

She also continued to stand there watching them talk, listening to them whispering.

Even if one of the directors noticed something, he raised his eyes and looked in her direction. Seeing that it was a young and pale girl who thought it was a patient in any ward of this hospital, he withdrew his gaze and continued to talk. Their topic.

Today, when she was crying to her grandfather on the phone, her grandpa asked her: "Niannian, do you want to continue to study medicine? You are almost in your junior year. If you stay for a few more years, find a good place to do an internship. , Will be an official doctor."

The answer in her heart is, she wants to, she wants to continue.

But how is she going to continue?

It seems that overnight, everyone is urging her to grow up. If she does not grow up, the hard work of her parents to start a business a few years ago will be completely wasted. Mom knows she is seriously ill, but she still keeps it every day. In her post, she is busy with company affairs every day, and she does not take a moment off. Shida Group is the painstaking effort of her father and mother.

Even if she doesn't understand anything in this field, can she watch the hard work of her parents for a lifetime be taken away by others like this?

These are the people who are not willing to shed a single tear.

Are you willing to be taken away by them?

Shi Niange turned around and looked at the stars outside the window.

It is ten o'clock at night in the United States.

On the other side of the earth, at ten o'clock in the morning, the beginning of all busy life, there are only a few days before the Spring Festival of the new year, and a few days before her birthday.

She lowered her head and looked at the window sill, raised her hand, put her fingers on the cold marble window sill, and tapped and lighted little by little, as if the frequency of the heart beating.