Chapter 712 Collapse
Behind him, through a door, Zhou Zining's throat-breaking scream pierced his ears.
Bo Shuxian swayed and did not look back. He held on to the wall to relax for a while. He couldn't tell where he felt uncomfortable, but he subconsciously bent over, as if the pain in his heart made it difficult for him to stand upright, but it was soothing. Not even a touch.
After a while, he stood up and left.
I didn’t leave the hospital immediately, but went to the smoking area.
It's not too late yet, and there are several male family members smoking here.
Bo Shuxian found a corner seat by the window, and the half-person-high decoration next to him just covered him.
He took out the cigarette case, his hands were shaking so much, and lit the cigarette at the vent. He tried several times before he succeeded. He choked on the first puff. He couldn't cough loudly. He wanted to choke it back in his throat, but The smell was really choking, I suppressed my coughing, and soon even my eyes were choked with redness.
Having stopped smoking, Bo Shuxian held his forehead with both hands. He couldn't hold it any longer, and two tears fell from his palms.
When he almost fell on his trouser legs, he spread his legs and put his hands on his legs. In this way, his shoulders dropped lower.
The discomfort that had been stretched for a long time suddenly came to me.
Crying so hard that my whole body was shaking and silent.
"Sir?"
There was a man standing in front of him. It was a male family member who patted his shoulder, "Your cell phone is ringing."
Bo Shuxian wiped his hands hastily. With tears in his eyes, he looked up at the person who came, thanked him and then quickly lowered his head.
The male family member looked at him sympathetically, thinking that he was probably in trouble, so he didn't say anything and asked the other male family members to go further away.
Bo Shuxian took out his cell phone. Before he could see who was calling, the ringing stopped automatically at the end.
He wanted to open the call history, but what he clicked on was the address book.
A kind of unreasonable panic was swirling around, making his whole heart feel empty. He moved his fingers lightly, trying to find someone to talk to, but found that no one was suitable.
Until the previous number called again, it was his assistant. "Master Bo, are you okay over there? It's a bit urgent. Are you back?"
Bo Shuxian took a breath and said calmly: "It's convenient, I'll be back."
After saying that, he put out his cigarette and put his cell phone into his trouser pocket when he stood up, as usual I will catch it for a while, just in case Zhou Zining calls, he will be free to answer it easily.
After the subconscious move came out, he was stunned for a moment, then threw the phone into the bottom of his pocket, put his finger on his forehead, and left slowly.
Never looked back.
Outside the window of Zhou Zining's ward, Nan Jiaojiao stood on the air conditioner. At the height of the eighth floor, she had no protection at all. She folded her arms and stood like a pole in the strong wind.
Ye Hannian stood next to her, but he only had one foot on the air conditioner. There happened to be a protruding wall next to him. He stepped on it with the other foot and leaned half of his body against the wall as hard as he could.
There were either women screaming or the sound of things being smashed in the ward. He picked his ears and said, "You don't mind the noise, do you?"
Nan Jiaojiao didn't even look at it. Look at him.
No words were spoken.
Ye Hannian asked again: "Don't you have something to ask? That woman is acting crazy. I guess you won't be able to ask anything if you go in now. How about another time?"
Nan Jiaojiao bit her tongue. She pointed her finger, but didn't answer, and her brows were slightly twitching, as if there was something she couldn't figure out.
"Did you hear clearly what she said just now?"
Ye Hannian replied instantly: "Which sentence?"
"Seven people," Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him , "Is it the insult I thought it was?"
(End of this chapter)