There was no expression on Sheng Xiuyun's face, but he turned his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of the ward.
I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s Chen Yan¡¯s illusion.
At this moment, he seemed to hear the low sigh of the man in front of him.
After a while, Sheng Xiuyun raised his eyes, his tone as calm as ever, without any fluctuation.
"Take all the 627 people and bring them back to Licheng."
"Yes!" The secretary nodded hurriedly, then thought of something and asked, "Including the boss of 627?"
Sheng Xiuyun said "hmm".
The secretary has something wrong with her product.
If everyone is sent back to Licheng, there is no need for them to stay here to deal with things!
"Young City Lord, you mean, our schedule tonight"
"Follow the original plan." Sheng Xiuyun barely hesitated, opened her thin lips slightly, and spat out these four words.
Hearing this, Chen Yan immediately changed his expression: "What do you mean by following the original plan?! Are you going back to Licheng tonight instead of staying here?"
Sheng Xiuyun turned his eyes slightly and glanced at him.
Although there was no answer, the meaning conveyed in the eyes was obvious.
He was right.
Chen Yan couldn't stand immediately and sat down, approaching Sheng Xiuyun: "No! Young Master Xu Young City Lord, you know how worried our wife has been about you these years, right?
You are the only one she can't worry about!
Now that you have finally come back, you don¡¯t have to think about how happy our wife will be.
But now, she hasn¡¯t woken up yet Well, why don¡¯t you stay with her and wait until she feels better before leaving?
Why do you come and go in such a hurry? "
Chen Yan's tone was a little excited. As Fu Sichen's gold medal assistant, he rarely loses control of his emotions like this.
But facing Sheng Xiuyun, he really couldn't control it.
Who told him that in the past four years, he had been helping Fu Sichen handle matters in Licheng.
Sometimes they secretly send people who can help Sheng Xiuyun, sometimes they find useful information and want to pass it on to Sheng Xiuyun.
How could Fu Sichen, who had always been cold-blooded and mindless, worry so much about people far away in Licheng for no reason? Even thinking about it with his toes, he knew that it was Song Qinrong's request.
Song Qinrong was worried about Sheng Xiuyun, who was struggling alone, and kept an eye on his progress and tried her best to help him.
How could Sheng Xiuyun not know these things?
His eyes were lowered, and his long eyelashes covered the flash of sadness in his eyes.
Therefore, his eyes fell on his sister who was sleeping soundly.
Looking at the little one in his arms who looks very similar to Song Qinrong, his jaw is slightly loosened, his arms are tightened, and the entire facial lines seem to have softened a lot.
"She can live a good life if I'm not here." His voice was still calm.
Unlike the boy¡¯s voice four years ago, Sheng Xiuyun¡¯s voice now has become much more mature than before.
Chen Yan was in a daze for a moment.
Every facial feature of the man in front of him has obviously remained unchanged. Whether it is the narrow phoenix eyes or the extremely thin lips, they are exactly the same as four years ago.
But now this man, using the lips he was familiar with, which used to shout "I'm going to complain to Aunt Rong" and "What am I afraid of when Aunt Rong is here?", uttered words completely different from before -
"As long as she's okay, nothing else matters."
"It doesn't matter if we don't meet."
The moment the voice fell, my sister, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly moved.
The little hand hanging by his side suddenly raised up and slapped Sheng Xiuyun on the chest. His little mouth started to squirm. I don¡¯t know what he was saying. It seemed like he was cursing.
Sheng Xiuyun was stunned for a moment and laughed out loud. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com