C25

Her influence on him was growing stronger and stronger.

God only knew that when he heard what Qin Guan had done to her, he had actually felt the urge to kill.

As for the sleeping Qiao Chunan, he didn't dream of making things awkward for a month and instead thought of that young man.

That tender youth who was like the warm sun, the one who caused her to lose her pain.

The wrinkles on her forehead had also calmed down a lot. There was even a hint of a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth …

The weather in the early spring was rather cold. The door to the ward's window was slightly open, and the fluttering curtains let in the sunlight.

When the sun shone on his creamy face, his fine fur was glowing slightly with a golden light.

His pair of obsidian eyes slightly opened, and he surveyed his surroundings like a small beast.

With the warmth of spring on his palms, Qiao Chuan's fingers moved. When he saw the thin chair by the bed, he was unable to suppress the pressure on his face.

Jojouan reached out for the object beside the bed, and his hand slipped out of the thin handlebar.

Sensing the movements in his hands, the thin Xiu Nan suddenly opened his eyes.

"You're awake?" The voice was somewhat quiet and hoarse, and the expression on his face was still as indifferent as before. He didn't seem like someone who would accompany the bed.

"You want some water?" He stood up and took the cup from her. He poured her a cup of hot water he had prepared for her.

Then he helped her up and held the pillow against her back to make her comfortable.

Qiao Chun An held the glass. The water wasn't too hot, and through the glass, it was just enough to warm his hands. He was feeling a complicated feeling, so he didn't look at the emaciated face.

"Thank you for yesterday." After taking a few sips of water, he thought about how he was in a bad mood and had a slight blush on his face.

"Also, I'm very sorry, I shouldn't have caused you to lose your temper."

After passing the cup of water to Qiao Chunan, he sat back down on the stool. His expression was still indifferent, but his gaze landed on Qiao Chunan's face for a moment. "No problem. It's easy to understand why someone is in a bad mood."

"Were you here yesterday?" Glancing at the dark blue eyes of the thin cultivator, a warm feeling flashed across Qiao Chuan's heart. She had never received such treatment to have someone wait on her when she was sick.

What she did not expect, however, was that the man who had accompanied her to her bed was a man who had mended a little.

"What happened to your injury?" "The doctor said you had a fever caused by an inflammation of your hand, and a slight concussion."

"Ah?" I stumbled. " When Qiao Chu An said this, his expression was evasive. He couldn't help but think back to the events of the night before.

"Is that so?" The smile on the emaciated face eased, his lips pursed slightly, his eyelids half closed, his gaze falling on Qiao Chunan's face. "I thought something happened to you."

Hearing this, Qiao Chuan An bit his lip and smiled. "How could I? What could have happened to me?"

"Seeing that you've woken up, it should be fine." He got up, took off his clothes from the chair, and placed it on his hand, "Then, I'll be leaving first."

"Mr. Bo," Jojouan called as he was about to leave the room, "thank you very much for yesterday."

"Then take good care of yourself." He placed his hand on the door handle and paused for a moment. Hearing Qiao Chuan An's words, he responded with a light laugh and left the room without turning back.

Qiao Chunan watched as the slender figure of the thin cultivator disappeared from the door. He then let out a soft sigh.

Did she fail to live up to the kind intentions of the thin shaman?

But how was she going to talk about her senior brother?

He stayed in the hospital for two days, and when the fever subsided, he was discharged.

The medical fees were paid by the thin cultivator, she would feel embarrassed if she stayed any longer. Moreover, there were still a lot of things happening at Shanghua Entertainment, so she couldn't rest peacefully in her heart.

When she was in the hospital, Qiao Chunan had been in contact with Zhou An, and she knew a bit about Shang Hua Entertainment.

Walking out of the courtyard, he had to make arrangements for his future before he could think about the things that had recently happened.

This senior brother that had accompanied him all this time could be considered to have completely left her life.

These unpleasant thoughts occupied and were thrown out of his mind in a short amount of time.

The day after he was hospitalized, he went to work at Shanghainhua Entertainment.

The entertainment company had a lot of legal disputes. After working hard all day, he finally had some free time.

When he thought about the care she had shown her during this period of time, he pinched his fingers together and felt that she should thank him.

See if there's anything you can do to help.

After all, she owed him too much.

He walked to the door of the CEO's office, knocked on the door, heard the door being pushed open and walked in.

"Mister Bo, Mister Shen." Qiao Chunan saw that Bo Xiuran was chatting with Shen Lin. After greeting him, he stood to the side.

"Miss Qiao," Shen Lin nodded his head, looking at the two of them teasingly. "You didn't bring any documents here today, could it be that you have something you want to tell me?"

As he said this, Shen Lin leaned on the sofa behind him.

"What's the matter?" The thin cultivator looked up, his eyes were clear and cold. Looking at the slim and graceful man in front of him, his expression was aloof and cold. His slender white fingers rested on his legs, making him look exceptionally elegant and enchanting.

"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Bo. If you have anything I can help you with, just tell me." Qiao Chao An stood aside. His face was filled with gratitude, but his words were flawless.

"I'll tell you if I need to." "If there's nothing else, Shen Lin and I have other things to do."

Hearing this, a hint of awkwardness flashed across Qiao Chuan's face. His cheeks turned slightly red and his voice became a little nervous. "Sorry for disturbing you. I will leave immediately."

She originally thought that she would be able to remain calm in the face of the thin shaman. She never thought that she would be so nervous.

After Qiao Chuan left, Shen Lin said, "What happened to you two? They seem to be getting more and more distant from each other! "

Even now, he was still addressed as Mr. Bo, and his tone was very unfamiliar, as if he had just met him.

"Nothing." He thought about the words he had asked Qiao Chuan in the hospital that day. He had the feeling that he was being nosy and meddling in other people's business.

"I don't believe you. If there really was nothing going on, would you do that?" Shen Lin did not believe what he heard from Xiuran. What was the character of this brother of his? He had been a friend for ten years. Wasn't he clear about that?

Even if something were to happen, he wouldn't say it out loud.

"Then what do you mean to Qiao Chuan An?" Shen Lin changed the method and asked, "Are you really serious or are you just playing on the spot?"

"Half real, half fake." He knew that he had a desire for her, a possessive desire, but other than that, he did not seem to have any desire for her.