Chapter 417

However, time is too tight, Zhen Xi also has no time to distinguish what, hastily on the stage.

A few minutes later, the venue became fanatical again because of the appearance of Zhen Xi.

"Thank you..."

The makeup artist gave Wen Shishi a glass of water: "drink a glass of water?"

The little girl's face was full of admiration and admiration.

Wen Shiwei smile: "don't drink, also don't thank, later continue to refuel."

The little girl seemed to get a lot of encouragement, focusing on the head: "Hmm!"

Wen Shishi turned around and walked out of the backstage, directly out of the concert hall through the staff channel.

Mr. sniper didn't stop her. He followed her all the time.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm off work," she said. "Now it's my private time. I want to go home and have a rest. I don't want to listen to concerts."

Mr. sniper nodded: "it's OK. If you don't want to listen, you won't listen."

"I'm sorry for wasting your two VIP seats. I'll go first."

Mr. sniper held her by the wrist.

Wen Shishi shakes off: "does President Jiang have anything else to say?"

"I want to ask you something."

"No way."

"But I haven't said what it is yet."

Wen Shishi shook his head firmly: "no matter what it is, I will not agree to anything except work. If Mr. Jiang thinks that my work attitude is not good, he can ask manager yuan to drive me back to England. I can't wait. " But Mr. sniper said, "now that you've come back to me, I can't let you go."

"I went back to China, I came to partner company, not to your side."

"Shishi," Mr. sniper said in a pleading tone, "I know that my heart hates me without you. I also admit that I have dereliction of duty. I didn't take good care of you and let Wen BoChang have a chance to take advantage of it. But the child is gone, my heart is also sad, these three years you have not been good, how can I have been good? I've been looking for you. I think we can go back to the past, and we can have a child again... "

"No more!" Wen Shishi interrupted her harshly: "with President Jiang's wealth, there are countless young and beautiful women willing to give birth to you. I'm 30 years old. I'm old. I can't afford to play your game. I just want to live a safe life. "

"Poetry..."

"Don't pull me."

"No, you'll run if I don't hold you."

Wen Shishi was impatient and gave him a heavy push: "I said don't pull me!"

Bang -

Mr. sniper's back hit the door heavily, and the flesh and steel made a dull sound.

He froze and did not move for a long time, looking miserable and pale.

Wen Shishi wanted to leave, but he remembered Dylan was so nervous about his body, and said that he had experienced rehabilitation

The feet stopped uncontrollably.

"Are you ok?"

Mr. sniper's lips were almost faded, his face was pale and terrible, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

It doesn't look very good.

But he bit his teeth and waved his hand: "it's OK."

Holding the door with both hands, he tried to stand up, but he almost fell down again.

Wen Shishi quickly held him: "your body What's the matter? "

"Nothing."

"But now you..."

"I said it's OK!" Mr. sniper's eyes were red and his teeth were clenched: "poetry, am I useless now? I can't even support myself. How can I hold you... "

A hundred claws scratch the heart.

She could guess from Dylan's words that his physical condition was not very good.

But I didn't expect it would be so bad.

She's a woman, and she hasn't done her best just now. He's suffering like this.

"Poetry..."

"You get in the car first, I'll take you to the hospital."

"I'm not going to the hospital," Mr. sniper shook his head. "I want to go home."

Wen Shishi hesitated for a moment, but seeing more and more sweat on his forehead and more and more pain, he finally compromised.

In any case, she could not bear to leave him alone.

"Get in the car first, I'll drive."

He carefully helped him into the back seat. Wen Shishi opened the driver's door and sat in.

Start the car and slide slowly into the traffic.

"Shishi, you are driving very well now."

Wen Shishi turned the turn signal and then turned right into the main road: "I can't always rely on others. Where do you live now? "

"Old house."Wen Shishi's hand holding the steering wheel was stiff.

"Room 2307 was burned. I had nowhere to go. I had to go back to my old house."

Wen Shishi takes a deep breath. She is not ready to go back to the old house of the Jiang family.

"Shishi, grandma's health is getting worse and worse, the doctor said, let me have a psychological preparation."

Wen Shi's heart was drawn.

"She's a little confused. She can't recognize people. Sometimes even my father can't recognize them, but she's always talking about you and our children."

“……”

"I just wanted to ask you to go back to see her. If I don't go again, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future..."

"Stop it."

If you say goodbye to the past, you will lose a layer of skin.

To wave goodbye to an old friend is often painful.

Mrs. Jiang was so kind to her that she could hardly refuse the request.

"It's good that you remember the way." Mr. sniper was lying on the back of the seat: "grandma will be very happy to see you."

When Wen Shishi looked at him in the rearview mirror, his face was still a little pale, but it had gradually turned bloody: "does grandma still go to the Buddhist hall to chant scriptures every day?"

"Yes, I will go every day to pray for you and your children. No one can persuade me."

Wen said: "it's cold in the attic. It's not good for the heart to be in the Buddhist hall for a long time."

"I know, but no one can persuade grandma," Mr. sniper said. "I'll see her later. You can try to persuade her. She'll listen to you the most."

The car slowly stopped at the gate of Jiang's old house.

as like as two peas ago, what has changed three years ago, even the flowers of the branches at the door are exactly the same, and never seem to have changed.

Wen Shishi got out of the car and went to the back of the car to help him.

But Mr. sniper refused: "I am a man in the end. I can't lose face in front of my woman."

Not far away suddenly came a surprise voice: "young master? Is the young master back? "

Mr. sniper chuckled: "yes, Ma Wu, is grandma still in the Buddhist hall?"

"Yes, yes!" Wu Ma noticed the woman beside him, "young master, this young lady is..."

Mr. sniper put his arms around her and said, "it's poetry. I'll bring poetry back to see grandma."