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MTL - I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot-Chapter 329 guess come true
Chapter 329 The Guess Comes True
Sang Minglang said casually: "I'm not a blessing anymore. Let's go."
He beckoned to stop a taxi, and Sang Qianqian hurriedly stopped him: "You will be angry if you say a few words? It doesn't mean that you are done with your work, where are you going?"
"Why are you angry with you?"
Sang Minglang raised his eyebrows, "I think I still forgot to deal with something, I'll go to the company again."
Sang breathed a sigh of relief, "Then come back early at night."
The car left Sang Qianqian's sight, Sang Minglang told the driver to turn a corner, and the car went straight to a hospital in the suburbs.
When he was injured and lost his eyesight, he was treated in this hospital. At that time, Ruan Xiaoshuang was always by his side.
Sang Minglang clearly remembers that the doctor told him at the beginning that the transplant operation is not so fast, because a suitable cornea needs to wait, and it takes about half a year for it to be fast.
But only a few days later, the doctor came to inform him that he could be operated on.
He asked why, and the doctor said that he was lucky, and didn't say much else.
Sang Minglang didn't think much about it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, there are doubts everywhere.
At that time, he suffered from temporary amnesia due to injury and memory damage, and his attitude towards Ruan Xiaoshuang was very bad, but Ruan Xiaoshuang was always by his side in silence, taking care of him in every possible way.
It stands to reason that he underwent corneal transplantation, which was a major operation, but Ruan Xiaoshuang did not show up that day.
After the operation, he never saw Ruan Xiaoshuang until he recovered.
Suddenly saw Ruan Xiaoshuang today, and heard Sang Qianqian talk about her eye condition, Sang Minglang had a vague guess in his heart, but he hoped that he guessed wrong.
Without much effort, Sang Minglang found the surgeon who performed the surgery on him, and the doctor still remembered him.
When Sang Minglang asked about the source of the corneal transplant, the doctor was vague and refused to disclose it. Sang Minglang said indifferently: "Is the donor the girl who took care of me at that time, surnamed Ruan, called Ruan Xiaoshuang?"
The doctor's face froze, "Since you know everything, why are you asking me?"
To be honest, he has only seen one case in his many years of medical practice. A living person voluntarily donated his cornea, so it had a profound impact on Ruan Xiaoshuang.
At that time, he did not agree, but the girl finally persuaded him and let him agree to give it a try.
"That girl has a deep affection for you, even if you don't like her, there is no need to be so indifferent to her."
The doctor shook his head and sighed, and said earnestly, "Her eyes are actually cured. At that time, the girl said that she would come to me again in the future, but she never came. If you know where she is, you can go and persuade her to let her go as soon as possible." treat."
When Sang Minglang left the hospital, he didn't go back to Sang Qianqian's residence, but went to Song Yu's studio.
The car was parked across the road, and through the glass door, he could see Ruan Xiaoshuang sitting sideways by the window, with a slight smile on his lips, talking to Song Yu.
For a moment, Sang Minglang wanted to go in and explain everything to Ruan Xiaoshuang.
However, the gentle and touching smile between her brows and eyes made him hesitate after all.
Sang Qianqian is right, her happiness is hard-won, and he shouldn't destroy it easily.
Sang Minglang sat in the car for an unknown amount of time, and the shadow of the sun shifted a little bit.
He saw Ruan Xiaoshuang get up, and Song Yu wanted to see her off, but she seemed unwilling, and it happened that some guests came to the studio, so Ruan Xiaoshuang pushed Song Yu to greet the guests, and went out with her blind stick.
She must have walked this road many times, and she is very familiar with it, and she found the side of the crosswalk very accurately.
There are no traffic lights at the intersection. She walks forward very slowly. When a car passes by, she will stop when she hears the horn and wait quietly for the car to pass by.
Sang Minglang got out of the car, strode up to her, took her arm, and helped her cross the road.
There should be a kind person who helped her on weekdays. She bowed to Sang Minglang and thanked her gently.
Sang Minglang watched her slowly walk into the community, followed her uncontrollably, and followed her a few steps away.
When she was walking through the flower path in the community, someone who knew her greeted her, and it was Mrs. Song. She didn't deny it, and responded with a smile.
Sang Minglang followed her into the elevator with several residents, watched her get off the car on a certain floor, took out the key to unlock, and entered the house.
Sang Minglang leaned against the corridor and stood there for a long time.
This residential area is a very ordinary one. The light in the corridor is not very bright, and the cigarette butts flickered in the dark for a long time.
Later, the melodious sound of the piano came from the room, and the tune was touching.
In a trance, Sang Minglang seemed to have returned to many years ago. The girl with long hair hanging on her waist and gentle eyebrows pressed the black and white keys in front of the piano, looking back from time to time and smiling at him.
Time has passed and circumstances have changed, after all, they cannot go back.
When Sang Minglang returned to the small courtyard, Sang Qianqian was on the phone, talking about something like a painting.
In the living room, there are three paintings. The style of the paintings is a bit similar to Song Yu's studio.
After hanging up the phone, seeing Sang Minglang staring at the paintings, Sang Qianqian explained, "Song Yu's paintings are quite aura and enlightenment. I asked Grandma Zhen to help me find a well-known artist in the painting and calligraphy circles in Beijing. Painter, just now I just sent someone a photo, and the other person is quite interested."
Moreover, the other party also revealed a very exciting news for Sang Qianqian. Recently, the other party is organizing a multi-country exchange art exhibition. If Song Yu's paintings can be selected and exhibited in the art exhibition, it will definitely create a wave of popularity.
Sang Minglang sat down on the sofa, and said lightly: "Don't be too happy too early, others are interested, maybe it's just because of the face of the old lady of the Zhen family."
"Brother, why are you attacking people?"
Sang Qianqian glanced at him, "The old lady said that this old man is quite straightforward. She can introduce me, but whether the other party chooses depends on the painting itself. I am very optimistic about Song Yu's paintings. .”
Sang Minglang disapproved, "Why do you suddenly think of helping him?"
"Song Yu's conditions are not very good, and I don't think the studio business is very good. At best, he can barely make ends meet."
Sang Qianqian said seriously, "He still wants to take Sister Xiaoshuang to many places. Without enough financial support, it is difficult to help Sister Xiaoshuang realize her wish."
Sang Minglang said nonchalantly: "I'm afraid that if he really becomes famous, he will be lost in Vanity Fair from then on."
Sang Qianqian was speechless, "Brother, Song Yu has a grudge against you? Why can't you expect better things from others?"
"I'm just telling the truth. If he can keep his heart, it will be better."
Sang Minglang didn't really want to mention Song Yu, "Did Dad call you yesterday?"
Sang Qianqian nodded, "Yes. Why did he go to Europe suddenly?"
"He has left everything about the company to me. Uncle Zhong has invited him several times, and Dad really wants to go there again to get together."
Sang Minglang said, "He said he might live there for a year or so."
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The epidemic is so serious. I have been accidentally recruited these days. It is not ordinary discomfort. Everyone must pay attention to protection~
(end of this chapter)