Chapter 1513 This Is My Little Joe (4)
Su Yue responded lightly, "Understood."
With her arms on the car window, she looked at the people walking on the road under the smog, wearing masks and covering their mouths.
However, her heart flew to a place that even she didn't know.
Yan Rusheng added, "Call home every day."
"Yeah." Su Yue nodded slightly.
"Yueyue." Yan Rusheng suddenly turned his head, looked at Su Yue, and his voice suddenly became louder.
Su Yue's thoughts were completely pulled back, she turned her head and looked at Yan Rusheng in bewilderment.
Yan Rusheng pursed his lips and smiled at her, "Third brother believes you can do it."
Su Yue was a little surprised.
She was surprised that Yan Rusheng would encourage her. It should be said that she was surprised by the cold, arrogant and poisonous third brother, and would also say words of encouragement and comfort to others.
After being taken aback for a while, Su Yue also smiled slightly.
Qiao Chen had only woken up for a week, and authoritative experts in related fields in China came to consult him, and unanimously recommended that he be sent to the T hospital in country M.
It was an authoritative brain hospital in the world, and there were such successful cases as Qiao Chen.
After lying in the courtyard for more than a month, the original sunshine disappeared, and he was as thin as a paper man, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
Su Yue and Qiao Chen sat in the back seat together, and she held his hand tightly.
Carelessly rubbing his thin protruding joints with his fingers, the car drove towards the airport at an even speed.
Su Yue gradually became a little tired. She tilted her neck and rested her head lightly on Qiao Chen's shoulder.
Mother Qiao sat on the other side of Qiao Chen, Su Yan sat in the passenger seat, and Yan Rusheng drove.
It was very quiet in the car.
Today is Saturday, when I got off the viaduct, the road was a bit congested, and the cars stopped and went.
Su Yue suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart. She clutched her stomach, feeling as if it was overwhelming.
At another traffic light, although Yan Rusheng stepped on the brakes early, he stopped very steadily.
But Su Yue's surging stomach was still stimulated.
'vomit'
She clutched her chest and bent down quickly.
"Su Yue, what's the matter with you?" Mother Qiao asked with concern.
Su Yan also turned his head and looked at Su Yong worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"
As he asked, he took out two tissues and handed them to Su Yue.
Su Yue waved her hand, "It's okay, I'm a little motion sick due to the traffic."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to take it, wiped her mouth, and wiped off the spit on the ground just now.
"Drink some water." Su Yan casually picked up the cup from the cup holder, unscrewed it, and handed it to Su Yue.
It was a vivid cup. Yan Rusheng took a look at it, but said nothing.
It's for Su Yue, he can accept it.
Su Yue drank water, took a sip, and felt a little better, but the nausea has not completely disappeared.
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Four years later!
In a seven-star garden hotel in Kyoto, far away, there was a notice board stating that the venue was reserved today.
On the lampposts with a radius of two kilometers, there are all the wedding photos of President Rongsheng and his wife. They are a perfect combination of talent and beauty, and countless passers-by are envious of them.
In the dressing room, a petite and delicate woman was leaning on a white princess chair, with white sand mopping the floor, her long black hair reaching to her waist and scattered on her back.
Makeup artist is applying makeup to her.
A tall and slender man, wearing a black handmade suit and a white shirt, his jet-black hair was styled with a little styling product.
It is the icing on the cake to complement his original handsomeness.
He put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, leaned gracefully on the back of the chair next to him, tilted his neck, and looked at the little woman who was putting on makeup without blinking with his beautiful peach eyes.