Chapter 314

"Just say whether you can take the job or not, cure him, and I'll give you ten times more salary! There is no empty word Leng Yichen didn't hesitate. Money is just a number with him.

And Han Su on the other end of the phone is a bit silly.

Leng Yichen has never been so generous to himself. Ten times? He calculated with his fingers, which was enough for him to enjoy the rest of his life.

"Leng, lengshao, you just believe me, my medical skills, you are so sure?"

An Xianyang's illness, which he has seen before, can not be solved simply.

If you really want to pay attention to it, it will take some effort.

"I believe you, hansu. Don't give me the key moment. The personal doctors in Leng's family are certainly more skilled than those in their hospitals. " Leng Yichen is very serious about Han Su's career.

"Ah, Leng Shao, don't say that, man. I can't promise you whether he will be ok now, but I will try my best."

After all, the temptation is too big, he Han Su is absolutely rich and easy to discuss.

"That's it!" Leng Yichen hung up and picked up his driver and drove over.

It was still raining, and he stood under the eaves, his hair drenched.

"Young master, get in the car!"

The man helped Leng Yichen open the car door. Soon, he got into the car and drove to the direction of the villa.

An Xiaojing sat on the sofa, staring at the products that Su muying had brought. No matter how hard she felt, she seemed to be drained.

She could only look at the font printed on it and the exquisite appearance of the wrapping paper.

"What are you looking at?"

The voice is a little gentle, not like the cold Yichen in the past.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw the little man sitting on the sofa.

Heart, suddenly become quiet.

It seems that no matter what happened outside, when I came home and saw this woman, I threw all the previous unhappiness out of the air.

When did an Xiaojing become the most reassuring person in her heart.

It's easy to be close to this person.

An Xiaojing didn't even lift her head. She stared at the wrapping paper on her hands. She was a little distracted.

But of course she knew it was Leng Yichen.

But there is nothing to say.

Let her quiet daze or look at the past for the baby to fight the star map or, as long as you don't have to communicate with Leng Yichen, everything is not so annoying.

"Have you eaten yet?" Leng Yichen asked again. She didn't care at all. An Xiaojing didn't respond to herself. Since she chose to be so quiet, let her personality be.

"Young master, young granny is alone in the living room. It's been a long time. The second young master came back just now, and her mood can be a little better. But after the second young master went out, she became what she is now. If you don't eat or drink, just stare at what's on your hands. "

Uncle Lin just wanted to tell the whole truth, because he was not at ease with his grandmother after such a long time.

"Well, I see!" Leng Yichen nodded, his eyes never left an Xiaojing.

A little pity, he can only look at that person, like a doll without soul, sitting quietly on the sofa.

"Go down, I'll get her something to eat later, and you can rest early."

"All right, but if you need me, just call me!" Uncle Lin gave an uneasy look at an Xiaojing, and then retired from the living room.

Leng Yichen's body slowly approached the man. Her eyes were dull and didn't care about the man's approach.

Leng Yichen squatted down slightly. His hand was going to touch her head, but it was frozen in the air before he touched it.

She hates herself, so she hates her touch, too.

"Have you ever asked me if I can play the piano? I can play

Leng Yichen said softly to the man. Although he saw that an Xiaojing still didn't have much reaction to himself, he straightened up his deeply bent body again.

In another corner of the living room, there is a piano covered with white lace gauze. It seems that he has not touched this piano for a long time.

In my memory, the last time I played this piano, his mother was still around.

Leng Yichen gently uncovers the gauze on her beautiful handlebar, as if to uncover a long-awaited gift.

In his eyes, there are a lot of memories, but also with a strong sense of unworthiness.

"Do you want to hear it?"

Leng also Chen asks a way, even if know that person won't give oneself a reply.

He still sat down and didn't even have a score, so he put his hands on the piano and began to play.

With the sound of the piano, an Xiaojing's body was slightly stunned, but soon she was calm.

Look up, look over, this song she heard, called the dream of the wedding.

Once young, she and every fantasy girl are the same, hope to have a dream like a Princess Wedding, marry the person you like, and then, and his prince so happy old.This kind of music is stirring her nerves of hope with notes.

An Xiaojing's eyes are slightly moist.

However, even a drop of tears can not fall down.

Is to live what kind of life, can let her tears become dry.

Leng Yichen's hands, flexible beat on the black and white keys of the piano, with unprecedented sincerity.

All of a sudden, his song changed, no longer the one before, but with deep memories.

The new tune has a very sad feeling, which is similar to Leng Yichen's temperament. It turns out that Leng Yichen's heart is such a lonely person.

An Xiaojing was a little distracted. The wrapping paper on her hand had already changed shape.

She listened.

Leng Yichen finished playing, but he didn't get up immediately. His eyes were fixed on the black and white keys, as if there was a sad story hidden here.

But he is not willing to pour out a word, just because no one will listen.

He stood up and covered the lace again. It's a little cautious.

Before an Xiaojing turned her eyes away, he turned them over.

"Does it sound good?" Leng Yichen asked. It's like a kid begging for candy from an adult.

Try to show yourself just to get the answer you want.

An Xiaojing's dull eyes have long been changed by her pale eyes.

Just for this person, she was so tired that she didn't know how to face this person again.

"If you like, I'll play it for you later." Leng Yichen's voice is very peaceful and gentle.

She slightly widened her eyes, as if at the same time, the figure in front of her eyes and the one in the studio slowly overlapped.

He or Leng Yichen?