Summer evening:  …

Okay, let's eat.

"Well~" Fu Ling hesitated for a while, and finally asked the question that had been in his heart for a long time, "Wan Wan, is that... cool?"

Huo Yu just came out of the covered bridge when there was almost a commotion here in the summer evening.

There were several missed calls on the screen, most of them from Huo Peixue and his secretary.

Huo Yu looked at the group of numbers, and there was an unintelligible smile on the corner of his mouth. After a long time, he put his fingertips on the screen.

"Xiaoyu," the call was connected, and Huo Peixue's voice was full of love, "Did you go to the gallery again today?"

Covered Bridge is a gallery, and Huo Yu has loved going there since he was a child.

However, although the current covered bridge is still called the covered bridge, the description is very different from before.

Since being acquired a few years ago, Langqiao has grown from a little-known small gallery to a well-known chain of galleries all over the world.

Not only that, but it has also become the main excavation and contracting party for emerging global artists.

In addition, the business involves the acquisition of ancient works of art, exhibitions and other projects, and the family behind it can be described as unfathomable.

But so far, no one knows who the other party is sacred.

"Yeah." Huo Yu replied indifferently, "Uncle Lao is still worried about this trivial matter.

He just gave Huo Lin a dismay yesterday, and Huo Peixue returned it immediately.

"Uncle is very happy that you love art so much." Huo Peixue said, "But since you're back, you should also come home."

"Yeah." Huo Yu replied lightly, "I'll go to the hospital to see grandpa tonight, and see you and my aunt tomorrow."

"Okay." Huo Pei said, then hung up the phone.

Huo Yu laughed, put the phone away lazily, and then leaned into the driver's seat and lit a cigarette.

In the misty smoke, the phone rang again.

"I just called you," Shen Yan's voice came, "Why didn't you answer?"

"Just at the gallery." Huo Yu said.

"Oh." Shen Yan paused and probed with gossip, "How were you and Xia Wan last night?"

"What's the matter?" Huo Yu asked.

"If it doesn't matter, how can the child be so bold?" Shen Yan snorted, "I am someone who has eyeliner in the Academy of Fine Arts."

"What's wrong with him?" Huo Yu raised his brows slightly, and while listening to Shen Yan's chatter, he retuned the video that Shen Yan sent him when he was abroad.

The video was taken by Shen Yan as a joke when Xia Wan attended the banquet with Huo Lin.

The child was neatly dressed beside Huo Lin, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Everyone else was sitting evenly, but he stood up together every now and then, either helping Huo Lin pour wine or lighting a cigarette for Huo Lin, and even more Huo Lin forced him to drink for the sake of face. Dare to resist one or two...

The video has no sound, like a silent film, it looks even more depressing.

Through the thin smoke, Huo Yu stared at Xia Wan's slightly pale face in the video.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the kid he knew.

"Today he doesn't know how majestic he is," Shen Yan said, "I humiliated Zhou Shui outside the school gate. I don't believe it if it wasn't because of your power."

"Oh? I won't give him a fight to whom?" Huo Yu's mouth twitched, and the unpleasantness brought by Huo Peixue was washed away by the little wild cat Xia Wan.

He raised his hand and extinguished half of the cigarette between his fingers, and there was a faint smile in his voice, "There will be more in the future, alright."

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I will go to the hospital tomorrow, may not be able to update it, will report it first, you don't have to wait.

Chapter 09 Unscrupulous

The ward has been specially remodeled, so the lights are a little dim compared to other places. Huo Yu put the flower on the coffee table before raising his hand and pushing open another door.

The nurse was feeding Huo Chuan to dinner when he heard the movement and raised his eyes: "You are..."

She felt that this person was a bit familiar, and seemed to have seen him somewhere. After a moment of recognition, she remembered that the other person was the eldest grandson of the Huo family who had only seen one face.

At that time, Huo Yu was much more immature than he is now, wearing simple jeans and a white shirt, with a clear profile that made people unable to take their eyes off.

Therefore, she was not able to connect with this young man with calmness in every gesture in front of her right away.

"Eldest young master." The nurse stood up hurriedly, then lowered his head and said to Huo Chuan, "Old man, the eldest young master is here to see you."

Hearing this, Huo Chuan turned his head dully, with the soup that had just overflowed in the corner of his mouth, and he was no longer as smart and capable as before.

"You go out." Huo Yu said, "I'll come."

"Yes." The nurse put the rest of the meal on the bedside cabinet and backed out silently.

"Yu...er..." Huo Chuan raised his hands like dead branches from the quilt tremblingly, looked at him squintingly, and squeezed out word by word with difficulty, "You..."

Huo Yu stepped forward, held that hand, put it back into the thin quilt, and said softly, "I'm back."

Huo Chuan swallowed and stared at his face with wide eyes. He didn't have the joy of reuniting for a long time, but he seemed stern and alert.

"What," Huo Yu looked back at him solemnly, then curled the corners of his mouth and smiled vaguely: "Grandpa doesn't welcome me?"

As he said, he held the remaining half bowl of soup in his hand and stirred it with a spoon.

"Can you..." Huo Chuan popped out four words for half a year, and panted against the pillow again.

Huo Yusheng brought a spoonful of soup to his lips, Huo Chuan closed his lips, as if he would never open his mouth if he didn't agree to his unfinished request.

Huo Yu looked at him for a moment, his voice low and indifferent: "No."

Huo Chuan turned his head sharply, ignoring that the spoonful of soup was all spilled on his bedding and shoulders, and glared at Huo Yu motionless.