C186 A spark is a collision (1/2)

However, Huangfu Yun couldn't hold back. His dark red eyes glanced at the table. When he saw the photo of Dai Er, he couldn't control the emotions he had been suppressing for the past half month.

Since he insisted on going, Linda couldn't stop him either. In the end, in a hurry, Huangfu Yun flew to Southeast Asia on a private plane overnight.

At the same time, Claude could tell at a glance that he was going to Southeast Asia airport, with his black jacket and black slacks. At the same time, Claude could tell at a glance that he was going to Southeast Asia airport, with his black jacket and black slacks, with his alone.

Claude took off his black sunglasses, smiled, and the driver of the Bentley came running over. After taking the luggage from Claude, he said politely, ”Mr Claude, my master has waited for too long!”

Claude walked towards the car that had its doors wide open. After getting into the car, he turned to the man who seemed to be very impatient and said, ”Mister Nangong, it's really hard for you to actually come personally to pick up the plane!”

He leaned on the car seat and went straight to the point, ”As you expected, the hospital just called to say that a woman called Linda called to inquire about Song Dai Er's condition. Luckily, I was prepared first!”

”En!” Claude only nodded his head to indicate that he had heard.

”And then, Claude, what do you think we're doing this for?” Nangong An He became a little impatient. He felt that he was messing around with Claude, the foreign devil. There was no use in making up a reason for Dell to be sick.

Claude was still as indifferent as before. He lowered his head and his fingertips brushed against his sleeve. He looked at his watch. The time was 18: 35 PM.

Raising his head, he looked at Nangong An and revealed a deep smile. Nangong An did not understand this smile, so he asked, ”Claude, what are you smiling at?”

”Nangong An and He, let's go drink some tea!” Claude chuckled.

”Tea?”

To Claude, whose time was money, the reason why he had so many things to do in Southeast Asia was not just to drink tea from him right? Recently, wasn't Boya from Huangfu Corporation's Southeast Asia branch getting restless?

”Yes, I think we have three hours of tea time!” Claude continued to smile as he spoke. Next, he patted the driver in front of him and revealed an address that stunned Nangong An even more.

20: 30 PM. Another private jet slowly landed in the airport in Southeast Asia. Light flashed as the figure of a man rushed into the parking lot from the VIP entrance.

Because his secretary had already arranged a sports car for him.

Along the way, the streamlined body of the Lamborghini Galladon sports car in Feet City left a wild and unruly shadow on the busy asphalt road in Southeast Asia. After passing through countless red street lamps, the man driving the sports car had a face full of sadness and worry.

How could he possibly calm his heart? The words he had sworn before, that he would not see her again, that he would not pay attention to her, all became empty talk because of her illness.

Everything about her was the rope that bound his soul. If she was not careful and the rope loosened, then his soul would disappear.

It was exactly 21 o'clock, and Huangfu Yunyin appeared in the main hall of the hospital with a deathly pale face. He had almost run inside, so he was lying prone in front of the hospital, seemingly out of breath.

”Tell me, where is Song Dell's ward?” Huangfu Yunyin said flustered and exasperated. This damnable Linda actually hadn't investigated the location of Dai'er's sickroom for him.

”Please wait a moment …” The female nurse's eyes stared straight at the beautiful man who suddenly descended from the sky. She swallowed her saliva, and after a series of clicks on the keyboard, she raised her head again to speak to the top quality man in front of her in a melodious voice, ”Miss Song's ward is on the 204th VIP ward on the 20th floor!”

The moment he received the news, Huangfu Yun almost rushed into the elevator. The short period of time from the elevator to the 20th floor had made him feel as long and hard to endure as if it was a hundred years.

With a ”ding” sound, the elevator finally reached the 20th floor. Huangfu Yun easily found Room 204 in this luxurious and decorated VIP area.

Huangfu Yunyin stood in front of the door to ward 204, however, he stopped. His heart, which was originally filled with anxiety and worry, slowly calmed down when he arrived. His heartbeat became faster and faster, because a woman who had been separated from him for half a month was now separated from him by a door.

However, she was in a coma inside this door.

Thinking this, Huangfu Yun instantly felt as if his breathing had been robbed, and his tense face even felt the warmth pouring down from his eyes.

She was dragging his breath, making him feel so uncomfortable that he was on the verge of death! She had forgotten him, but what could he do, how could he be as free to forget as she was? Did he really have to die to escape this torture?

The light in the long corridor gradually dimmed, revealing a sort of coldness within the silence. The man leaned over the door, leaning his face against the elbow, seeming to be holding on to something with all his might.

After a long while, he raised his head and touched the cold door handle with his palm. He gathered up his courage and pushed open the door.