klisemfg Chapter 950 President Jiang wasn't feeling well yesterday
Chapter 950 President Jiang wasn't feeling well yesterday
Xiang Xiaowu leaned against the door of the van, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the apartment entrance, his brows furrowed as if in a knot.
He still couldn't figure out the way President Jiang looked when he left the hospital at noon—
His shirt was torn, and there was a faint mark on his neck. His face was so dark it could drip water, and he was nowhere to be seen in his usual composure.
The evening breeze carried a slight chill, rustling the leaves of the trees along the roadside.
Mr. Jiang parked his car here at noon and went into the apartment alone. It's been almost five hours now, and the door hasn't been opened again.
What exactly happened inside? Xiang Xiaowu scratched his head, wanting to ask but not daring to, and could only stand guard like a stone statue, staring unblinkingly at the door.
"Gurgle..." My stomach growled at an inopportune moment, the sound particularly clear on the quiet roadside.
Xiang Xiaowu awkwardly touched his stomach; he would be waiting for President Jiang here at noon.
I haven't eaten a single bite of food, and it's well past dinner time now; my stomach is practically growling with hunger.
Unable to bear the hunger any longer, he went around to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and took a package from the corner—
Bottled water and bread are always kept inside, just in case we miss mealtimes when we go out with the boss, so we can have something to eat.
It seems these things will come in handy again tonight.
Xiang Xiaowu took out a whole wheat bread, and after taking a bite, he choked so much that he quickly unscrewed a mineral water bottle and took two gulps.
The water slid down my throat, and just as I suppressed the hunger, I caught a glimpse of the building entrance door opening out of the corner of my eye.
Jiang Chengyu came out dragging a silver-gray suitcase, and he had changed into a dark gray turtleneck sweater.
She covered her neck completely, wearing a black trench coat over it, looking much neater than at noon, but her complexion still wasn't good.
Xiang Xiaowu hurriedly stuffed the bread and water into the bag.
Before he could even wipe the bread filling from the corner of his mouth, he quickly went to meet her and took the suitcase from her: "President Jiang."
The suitcase wasn't heavy, so he picked it up and headed towards the trunk, asking, "Where are you going?"
Jiang Chengyu's gaze fell on the bread crumbs that hadn't been wiped clean from the corner of his mouth. His eyes flickered, and his voice carried a hint of apology:
"I'm so sorry, Xiao Wu. I was so busy tidying up the house that I forgot you were still waiting here. Didn't you have lunch?"
"You're so busy every day, I can figure out these little things myself, how can I let you worry about me!"
Xiang Xiaowu put the suitcase into the trunk, closed the lid, clapped his hands, and said casually:
"Besides, I usually prepare food in the car, so how could I go hungry while I'm with you?"
Jiang Chengyu nodded, and then Xiang Xiaowu deftly opened the back door of the car.
Jiang Chengyu got into the car and said, "Take me back to the hospital. After that, you can go home and rest. When you have time, please take my suitcase to the Jinjiangwan Villa and leave it in my bedroom."
"Okay," Xiang Xiaowu replied, walked around to the driver's side, opened the car door, and got in.
Before starting the engine, he glanced in the direction of the apartment building one last time—and murmured to himself: I'm afraid President Jiang won't come here again, will he?
Before President Mu left, it seemed he didn't like President Jiang being with Gu Ze.
But after returning from the heart and lung transplant surgery, President Mu seemed like a different person, always letting President Jiang do as he pleased.
Presumably, on the old lady's birthday that year, President Mu severely injured President Jiang, leaving him in a coma for all these years. He must be filled with remorse!
Rebirth is not easy these days, so President Mu must cherish it all the more, taking extra care of it and showing extra tolerance!
The van smoothly drove away from the roadside and merged into the evening traffic.
Xiang Xiaowu glanced at Jiang Chengyu, who was resting with his eyes closed, through the rearview mirror, and a flood of memories surged through his mind.
He knew that President Jiang had made unparalleled contributions to the Song family.
Otherwise, Mr. Jiang wasn't feeling well yesterday, and Mr. Mu asked me to deliver the food to his bedroom for Mr. Jiang.