2331: C2331 Youyan Is Sick

C2331 Youyan Is Sick

At night, Shen Guodong was the quietest, with only two or three dim lights in the mansion, indicating the only fireworks in the house.

From afar, a silver Porsche drove towards the Shen residence. Like a ray of light, it broke through the heavy night sky.

Shen Guanlin got off the car. His body reeked of alcohol. His exquisite eyes seemed to be misty at this moment, hazy and confused. At the same time, danger lurked in every corner of his body.

He was drunk, but his footsteps were still steady.

When they reached the entrance, Aunt Zhou heard a sound. She happened to see him take off his black windbreaker.

"Sir, do you need me to prepare the sobering soup for you?"

Aunt Zhou's tone was concerned. Shen Guanlin waved his hand and said, "No need. Go and rest. Don't worry about me."

After he finished speaking, he went upstairs.

However, Aunt Zhou was still worried. She only returned to the room after he closed the door.

In the bedroom, Shen Guanlin was lying on the bed, looking at the dark roof with a numb expression.

It was too quiet. Other than his own heartbeat, he could not hear anything.

It was too quiet.

Shen Guanlin smiled bitterly and covered his eyes with his big hand. This time, even his heart fell into endless darkness.

The person he sent to find Ding Ruirui had returned, but there was still no news of her.

A living person seemed to have vanished into thin air. Even though he had searched the entire city, he still couldn't find any trace of her.

He still could not find her.

Little Youyan was already a year old. She had never come back to see him.

This woman is really ruthless...

Shen Guanlin took a deep breath, but he could feel the coldness in his heart.

Up until now, he had already thought clearly why Ding Ruirui wanted to leave him. He did not give her the sense of security she needed, and did not give her the equal and love she deserved.

He thought that he would give her whatever she needed, but he never asked if she was happy or not.

Shen Guanlin suddenly remembered the day Ding Ruirui left. He found the diagnosis list that was kneaded into a ball in her things - Deep Depression.

Shen Guanlin smiled bitterly. He could not see the scarlet corners of his eyes in the darkness.

He boasted that he loved her, but he did not even know when she had depression.

He did not love her at all!

What right did he have to say he loved her?

What right did he have to ask her to come back?

But... he still could not bear to part with her...

Shen Guanlin closed his eyes and let himself fall into a net full of thorns. His heart ached, but at the same time, he felt empty and uncomfortable.

Now he looked at his brothers beside him. Gu Tingshen, Huo Niannian, Zhou Haoqin and Yan Yan. Even Mu Li and Lin Nichang had become family, but he had lost Ding Ruirui.

He wanted to do it again and let time reverse. He and Ding Ruirui would have a new first time. He would not let anyone hurt her, and he would not let her suffer any more grievances.2

Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world, and time could not be reversed.

His regret could only be given to the gods, and he could only pray that the gods would give him a chance to redeem himself...

Suddenly, his stomach was in a mess. He rushed to the bathroom and vomited for a long time.

After that, he looked at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror did not have any expression on his face. His face was dark and his face looked haggard. It was completely different from the previous Zhang Yang.

He curled the corners of his mouth and mocked himself. All of this was his own fault.

"Sir! Sir!"

Suddenly, there was a series of rapid and disorderly knocks on the door.

Shen Guanlin's expression became stern as he quickly opened the door.

Aunt, who was taking care of Youyan, was hugging him and her expression was anxious. "Sir, Youyan suddenly has a fever!"

Little Youyan was curled up in Aunt's arms and crying. His face was red and his brows were tightly furrowed because of the discomfort.

Shen Guanlin was shocked. He quickly took Youyan from Aunt's arms. After he felt Youyan's body temperature, he became even more anxious. He quickly took out his phone and called the private doctor.

However, no matter how fast the private doctor came, it would still take thirty minutes.

Shen Guanlin pursed his lips and rushed out with Youyan in his arms.

"Sir! Where are you going!?"

Shen Guanlin did not bother to answer. He carried Youyan to the nearest hospital.

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