It’s not that enemies don’t get together, Chen Shuo, who will return to China tomorrow, wants to spend his last day in Seoul quietly, but Choi Sooyoung doesn’t seem to think so. Sometimes Chen Shuo is really curious whether Choi Sooyoung is a member of Girls’ Generation. Isn’t it said that Girls’ Generation is now in the limelight, why does this woman seem to be very leisurely at all times?

Chen Shuo thought Choi Soo-young should be so popular and reflected on herself. Why did others have endless notices but she did nothing all day? You can’t just play because she is a rich girl, right?

Chen Shuo, who is full of justice, has no desire to teach people today. Looking at Choi Soo-young's current momentum and can eat people, it is not difficult to see that she is very angry and very big.

It was too late to be honest and honest. The true portrayal of Chen Shuo now is Chen Shuo. If Choi Sooyoung had used a baseball bat to beat him with a baseball bat on the grounds of helping Jeong Sooyeon vent her anger, then Chen Shuo would not even be qualified to hide and could only be beaten obediently.

Choi Sooyoung is very tall, 1.7 meters tall, and is already outstanding among girls, but she still has to look up to look at Chen Shuo. The best way to break the silence. In the relationship between Chen Shuo and Choi Sooyoung, perhaps one of them is the best way to do it first.

But today Choi Soo-young seemed to have restrained her fearless personality. Or maybe she knew that she was no match for Chen Shuo at all. Li Jian had already entered the car with no mercy, said hello and left. Although she was an emotional expert, Choi Soo-young was not emotionally entangled.

It's a sinful debt, Chen Shuo sighed in his heart.

The crowds came and went in the evening, and it was obvious that everyone's attention would not turn to Chen Shuo and the tall girl with a baseball cap. She sighed, and Chen Shuo knew that he had to speak first.

"If you have something to say, say it." Chen Shuo took the cigarette from his lips.

I was too lazy to ask Choi Soo-young how he found herself, and I was too lazy to talk. It was better to be straightforward than anything else, and Choi Soo-young was not vague. He looked at Chen Shuo coldly.

"I think I'm such an idiot."

Hearing Choi Sooyoung's self-deprecation, Chen Shuo was shocked. Why did this silly sister suddenly realize it? What was the situation? Did she eat something that she shouldn't have eaten, or did she really become a Buddha like Sakyamuni? This change was too great, so great that Chen Shuo could not accept it for a while.

Taking a deep breath of smoke, Chen Shuo slowly breathed out the smoke to calm his mood. He said to Choi Soo-young seriously: "I am very pleased that you can recognize your nature so clearly."

Ignoring the ridicule in Chen Shuo's words, Choi Soo-young still opened her face tensely. Chen Shuo leaned against the car window and lowered his head to smoke, without any gentlemanly demeanor at all. Perhaps, this kind of thing does not exist on Chen Shuo at all.

"Talking in the car."

When he got into the car, Chen Shuo extinguished the cigarette that was only half-drawn. Choi Sooyoung suddenly sneered, turned his head to look at Chen Shuo and said, "I used to think that even if you were doing bad things, I never suspected that you were a person who values ​​feelings. Otherwise, I wouldn't beware of what you think of Taeyeon. Really, I always thought you like Taeyeon very much."

"Who gave you what you thought?" Chen Shuo looked at Choi Soo-young curiously and asked, "Who told you that I like Kim Taeyeon very much, where did you tell me that I am a person who values ​​feelings very much?"

"You are right, I'm wrong." Choi Soo-young took off her hat and said, "A person can be so cold-blooded that you are. It's the first time I have seen my uncle doing bad things, right? But he loves his family, his wife, and his children are the source of his uncle's struggle. And Chen Shuo, what is the source of your struggle?"

Silently speaking. Chen Shuo suddenly found that he was asked. Since childhood, no one had told him that he had trained so hard, studied hard, and deceitful, and was the reason why. Choi Chengren struggled for his wife and children, everyone struggled for his better life and his family, and Choi Soo-young struggled for his dream.

So what is the source of Chen Shuo's struggle? This question is too complicated and profound, and Chen Shuo is not going to think about it carefully.

"At the beginning, when you looked at Taeyeon's eyes, you could tell that you like her, and that kind of love was very pure." Choi Sooyoung continued: "Actually, at the beginning I looked at it with a blessing. How could I say that, at that time you were all a good person, with appearance, height, and good capital. You are indeed Taeyeon's ideal type."

"If all of that is your disguise, then I have to admit that your disguise is so perfect."

"I don't want to know how you and Xika started. Perhaps the little changes in life should be seen. We have also guessed that Xika is in love, but we are not sure. Even if we are sure, we never thought that man would be you. Chen Shuo, are you a devil? It must be, right?"

The lights outside the car were dim, passers-by were in groups of three or three, with happy smiles on their faces. The atmosphere inside the car was weird and the depressing atmosphere Chen Shuo didn't like it very much, but Choi Soo-young was still chattering.

Looking at Choi Sooyoung with his eyes squinting, Chen Shuo rubbed his temples and asked, "Are you here to mock me today?"

"I originally wanted to beat you up." Choi Soo-young said bluntly: "But I can't beat you, so I won't do anything to humiliate myself, but Chen Shuo, I really want to ask a question, just one, are your brains squeezed by the door or your brains getting watered? What are you going to do, what have you done to Sika?"

"What's wrong with Sooyeon?" Chen Shuo heard the strangeness in Choi Sooyoung's words, looked straight at Choi Sooyoung, and said in a deep voice: "I only have one problem. Is something wrong with Sooyeon?"

Choi Soo-young was silent, Chen Shuo said: "You should be clear that as long as I want to know, there is nothing I can't know. The difference is that I need a little time, and you can tell me now."

"Your elders must have never taught you what politeness is."

“Each one another.”

People have birth, old age, sickness and death. Even if they don’t die, they will get sick. Jessica Jung is especially fragile, and she will get sick after being severely hit. The price after crying for a night is that tonsillitis and high fever are constantly being admitted to the hospital.

"You will feel guilty too?" Choi Sooyoung sneered: "This is really a strange thing."

Ignoring Choi Sooyoung, Chen Shuo took out his phone and dialed Choi Minxi's number: "I am Chen Shuo, Seoul General Hospital, the fourth floor, I send someone to clear the yard. I don't want to see any reporters or other cats and dogs there. I will let someone negotiate with Dean Che, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

Hang up the phone. Chen Shuo started the car.

"You're right, I'm cold-blooded, the kind that's cold to the bone." The car was so fast that Choi Soo-young had to press it tightly on the seat. Chen Shuo drove the car and said, "But there will be exceptions a few times."

Seoul General Hospital

The corridor on the fourth floor was covered with people wearing black suits, one person in three steps, and there were people guarding each safety passage and elevator door. The doctors and patients passing by were very curious about who was so holy that they had such a big show.

After walking out of the elevator, Choi Minhee bowed deeply when she saw Chen Shuo. Even if this man was leaving South Korea tomorrow, he still deserved his respect and awe.

"President Chen, please come with me." Choi Min-hee walked ahead and pointed the way. Chen Shuo strode forward, and Choi Soo-young naturally followed him. She had seen this scene once. In my memory, Choi Sung-in was the only time he was injured and was now like this. A large group of men in black surrounded the hospital.

And now, for the sake of Zheng Xiuyan and Chen Shuo, have also done so.

Walking to the single ward area, a burly middle-aged man stood in front of the ward. Chen Shuo stepped forward and bowed ninety degrees. The man had seen him in the family portrait that Zheng Xiuyan gave him, and Zheng Xiuyan called him his father.

"Uncle." Chen Shuo straightened up.

Bang—

Zheng's father swung Chen Shuo's jaw with a punch. He didn't need much strength in his hands, even Chen Shuo felt the pain of his jaw dislocation.

"It didn't fall like this. You're really amazing, kid." Naturally, this was not the point of praising Chen Shuo. As soon as he finished speaking, another punch fell on Chen Shuo's lower abdomen. Chen Shuo gritted his teeth and did not let himself hum.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood was not an internal injury, and the flesh in the mouth had long been worn out by the teeth. Chen Shuo sighed in his heart that the old man was really heavy enough to take action, and he had to bear Zheng's father's fist one after another.

Chen Shuo was too strong and had to pretend, otherwise he would have to be beaten all night. After several steps back, Chen Shuo's mouth had already become bruised and swollen. He tried his best to accumulate saliva, mixed with the blood in his mouth and vomited a large mouthful, which shocked Zheng's father. Could it be that he had an internal injury?

Then I thought of my daughter lying on the hospital bed, and she swung her fist again. So what about internal injuries? It was only the beginning of vomiting blood.

"Stop." Chen Shuo grabbed Zheng's father's fist. This old bastard was addicted to fighting. Can you really treat himself as a sandbag? Pretending to cough in pain for a while, Chen Shuo said weakly: "Let me go and take a look at Xiuyan, and you can beat him after watching it."

All these words were released. Chen Shuo felt that if Zheng’s father didn’t let it go, he couldn’t blame himself for being rude. He didn’t dare to fight, and it would be okay if he could not fight.

Zheng's father found that he could not pull his fist out of Chen Shuo's hand. After struggling, he had to say with a dark face: "Let go."

Let go? You think I'm stupid. Let go and continue to beat me up. Who should I ask for?

"Okay, I'll let you in."

So Chen Shuo let go of Zheng's father's fist, pushed the door and walked into the ward. The nurse stood aside and whispered to Chen Shuo. Although he was puzzled by this well-dressed man, he thought that the men in black outside the door were all because of the young man in front of him, so he stopped thinking about anything.

"The patient just subsided his fever and was still very weak. It is best not to disturb him when he is resting."

He took a chair and sat down. Zheng Xiuyan on the hospital bed fell asleep. Chen Shuo raised his hand and turned off the light, leaving only one light. He sat quietly, enjoying the last period of warmth, perhaps not warm.

After a long sigh, Chen Shuo picked up a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, picked a petal, and murmured: "The cow chews peonies, I don't know the taste. Sometimes I wonder if I have done something wrong, am I too ungrateful, Xiuyan, if you have to say love, you will definitely not believe it, I really have no way out."
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