"Miss Fu Yurou, the young master is really sick. He has something called sleep paralysis."
"Then why don't you go to the hospital and why come to me?"
Fu Yurou stared at Jiang Shunhao and cast a disgusted glance.
"You don't love me, you don't care about me, you don't understand me, you don't think about me, you don't care about me."
"Is he getting sicker?"
"Miss Fu Yurou, I hope you can help the young master, now even a knife can't save him."
"Sleep paralysis? I'm sure it's the first time I've heard of it. So how long is he going to live?"
"Miss Fu Yurou, you've got the point. Young master, he doesn't have many days to live. He only has one wish. I wonder if you can help him fulfill it."
"Need me? Why can't you go to someone else?"
"If others can't, it's up to you, the doctor said."
"What did the doctor say? Which doctor? Ah Fei, take me to ask, since Mr. Jiang Shunhao has such a serious illness, do the godmother and Miss Jiang Keran know?"
"No one dared to tell. Now the Shangguan Group is about to go bankrupt, and the Jiang family has nothing good to do. The young master will make things worse. I am worried that Miss Jiang Keran and Mrs. Qu Wan will not be able to accept it."
"That should also tell the truth. After all, his days are numbered. If there is anything he hasn't done or wants to do, try to help him realize it. But my ability is limited, not his family. I still think it is necessary to tell "
Before Fu Yurou finished speaking, A Fei snatched Fu Yurou's cell phone.
"The young master wants to understand that it takes a few steps to go from liking to loving. To put it bluntly, the young master wants to get married, and no one will cooperate. This is his greatest wish. The wedding will announce his illness and tell Miss Jiang Keran and Mrs. Qu Wan , maybe the two people's ability to accept will be accompanied by happy events to dilute the pain. Otherwise, the sorrow will flow upstream. Even if the young master is not very effective, he can be regarded as a pillar in the Jiang family. He is a man anyway. The next two women, plus Miss Jiang Keyan lost her brother before she got married, hey, it's pitiful to think about it."
"A Fei, is Mr. Jiang Shunhao still conscious? Can he hear me?"
"maybe."
Ah Fei suddenly closed his eyes tightly, as if thunder would not rain.
"Master, Master."
"I'm not dead, Ah Fei, don't cry so miserably."
"Be quiet, young master, you don't want to marry Miss Fu Yurou. With the help of your illness, you can kill two birds with one stone. Not only can it be cured, but you can also pick up a daughter-in-law for nothing."
"A Fei, what I said to you, you should hurry up and ask, I can't hold on for long, and now I feel like a zombie."
"Oh, Miss Jiang Keran, Zhuo Chengcheng is your son?"
"Well, what happened to him?"
"No, I'm just chatting casually, and I don't think he looks like you."
"He is like a father."
"His father is Zhuo Xiaotian?"
"Yes. Didn't you know it a long time ago, Ah Fei, all the colleagues in the Shangguan Group know it."
"It's Ai Jin's big mouth, insisting that you and President Zhuo Xiaotian want to occupy the group together, but the young master doesn't believe it."
"I won't do that. As I said, I will hand over the Shangguan Group intact to Mr. Jiang Shunhao." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com