
“Yes, I'm a jerk.” Bo Xiao smiled and kissed An Rao.
“Alright, I'm leaving. Don't cry anymore, look ugly. You'll look worse when you cry.”
“Omong empty, why did you kiss me when I was ugly?” An Rao slapped Bo Xiao hard.
“It's okay. I like ugly.” The eyes of the fox Bo Xiao narrowed. “I'll call you when I get there. Be good.”
“Ya.” An Rao nodded.
“You must bring the prayer beads I gave you last time.”
“Understanding. View.” Bo Xiao waved his hand in front of An Rao. “I take her every day. I'll go to the airport myself. You stay at home.”
“Oke.” An Rao did not dare to go to the airport. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and boarded the plane with Bo Xiao.
Bo Xiao stood up and kissed An Rao's forehead. “I love you.”
Then he stepped forward, took his luggage and left without looking back.
Hearing the door being slammed, An Rao's tears kept falling, but the man did not come and tease her anymore.
Xia Wanyuan knew that Bo Xiao was leaving today, so she called An Rao after filming. As expected, he heard An Rao cry.
“Do you want to move to the manor for two days tomorrow? I'll take you to play.” games Xia Wanyuan tried to comfort An Rao.
“No, I want to save my memories with Bo Xiao in this room.” An Rao stubbornly refused, even giving up his favorite game.
“...” Xia Wanyuan fell silent. He felt that something was wrong with An Rao's brain.
“Alright, then you yourself are storing your memories. Xiao Bao left a gift for you. I'll tell her that you don't want her anymore.”
“Please don't.” An Rao wiped his tears. “I'll come tomorrow. Brother, wait for me. ”
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After hanging up the phone, Xia Wanyuan walked out of the set. All the staff avoided Xia Wanyuan, afraid that this person would douse them with water.
For the first time today, Jun Shiling did not come to pick up Xia Wanyuan. Thinking that she must be very busy, Xia Wanyuan returned to the manor herself.
Before dinner, Jun Shiling called Xia Wanyuan and told her that she would come back later. After that, there was no reply.
Xia Wanyuan walked down. Uncle Wang had just hung up the phone when Xia Wanyuan sharply caught the worry on Uncle Wang's face.
“Uncle Wang, how is Grandpa's health?”
“Ah? Madam, you know?” Uncle Wang was a little surprised. Jun Shiling had just instructed him not to tell Xia Wanyuan.
“Which hospital?”
“West City.” Since Xia Wanyuan already knew about it, Uncle Wang no longer hid it from her.
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The lights in the operating room of the West City Hospital were still on.
“CEO Jun, why don't you go back first? I will report to you if there is news," Lin Jing advised Jun Shiling.
“Not needed. I'll wait here. Go tell Madam that I have to work overtime today and tell her not to wait for me.” Jun Shiling looked at the operating room anxiously.
The old man was always in good health, but he was old after all. When he was changing the birdcage in the courtyard, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
If it was a young man, he would recover after a few days of healing. However, the old man was in his seventies. With the fall of his bones, he was immediately sent to the hospital.
“You know I'll be waiting for you?” A cold voice came from not far away. Jun Shiling looked up and saw Xia Wanyuan walking towards them.
“Why are you here?” Jun Shiling hurriedly stood up. Seeing that Xia Wanyuan had arrived, Lin Jing retreated wisely.
Glancing at the operating room lights, Xia Wanyuan walked over. “Why didn't you tell me that Grandpa was hurt?”
“I'm worried you'll worry.” The autumn night is a little cold. Jun Shiling took off his coat and put it on Xia Wanyuan.
“How is the situation?” Xia Wanyuan adjusted her coat. Jun Shiling's aura instantly enveloped him.
“He hit his head. It's a dangerous situation, but the experts are all there. She should be fine.”
“I'll wait with you.” Xia Wanyuan placed her hand on Jun Shiling's palm. Jun Shiling held him down.
“I'm sorry for making you worry.” Jun Shiling looked at the time. It was almost 12 a.m. It should be time for Xia Wanyuan to sleep.
“Jun Shiling, you can't do this.”