MTL - Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan-Chapter 59 I'll fight for what you want

  Chapter 59 I will fight for what you want

  A person may change due to the passage of time, but the things in his bones are inherent and cannot be changed, such as temperament and temper.

  In his previous life, Shen Qian was cruel and ruthless, his emotions and anger were invisible, and he was a born dictator. He doesn't like disobedience, hates to refute, and is used to controlling everything, let alone bowing his head to anyone.

   Now it's only four years ahead of schedule, but you have learned to be soft?

  Shen Yu didn't believe it.

   "Get up, take the medicine first." The man held the capsule in one hand and the water glass in the other.

   "You...won't poison me to death?"

  Shen Qian laughed angrily at her, his eyes were raised up, not angry, but gentle, "So in your eyes, I'm so bad that I can be poisoned at any time."

   Half joking, half serious.

  Finally, Shen Yu still didn't take the medicine he prepared because the doctor came.

  Shen Qian had no intention of leaving. He waited by the side until the nurse hung up the infusion bottle and followed the doctor to leave the room. Then he returned to the bedside and quietly stared at Shen Hou who had already fallen asleep.

   After an unknown amount of time, the infusion bottle was empty. Shen Qian pulled out the needle for her himself. Shen Yu frowned and woke up.

   "Why are you still here?" The voice was hoarse, like rough gravel.

   Disgust without concealment.

  Shen Qian didn't think it was disobedient, and took the ear thermometer beside him, "Don't move, take the temperature first."

   "No need for you."

   "Wang, I have already apologized." He said.

   "But I didn't accept..."

   "I will fight for you what you want, but the premise is that you must be obedient and don't make me angry anymore, understand?"

   Shen Yu's eyes flashed.

  Shen Qian chuckled: "You are so smart, you must understand what I'm talking about."

   Sure enough, she no longer resisted, and her obedient appearance made the man extremely satisfied.

   "The temperature is normal, there is no fever. Come, take the medicine..." Warm palms were attached to the girl's thin back, and with a little force, she lifted Shen Yu up, took the water glass with the other hand, and fed her to drink.

  Finally, after tucking in the quilt again, seeing her fall asleep again, Shen Qian closed the door and left.

  Downstairs, Shen Chunjiang and Yang Lan entered the door together, changed into slippers and walked to the living room, only to see Shen Qian coming down the stairs in home clothes.

   "Dad, Mom."

  Yang Lan took off his coat under the service of the servant, "I just heard from Butler Zhou that the doctor has come?"

"Um."

  Yang Lan was used to his son's indifference, so he didn't take it seriously, and only asked, "Who is sick?"

   "Shen Yu."

  When Yang Lan heard the name, her smile subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she said "oh" lightly, and there was no more to say.

   Instead, Shen Chunjiang's eyes showed concern: "What's wrong with you?"

"Cold and fever."

   "What did the doctor say? Is there anything serious?"

   "It's all right."

   "That's good..." Shen Chunjiang heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to go upstairs to see his sick daughter.

   "Dad," Shen Qian said suddenly, "Is there a specific time for the company's anniversary?"

   "It's fixed, the 27th of this month."

   "What about the invitation list?"

   "The public relations department is still preparing."

  Shen Qian hummed lightly to show he knew.

  Shen Chunjiang suddenly remembered something, turned back, and the father and son went to the study, discussing in a low voice while walking.

  Seeing this, Yang Lan took out her mobile phone and dialed Shen Ru's number—

   "My dear girl, I just heard your dad and your brother talking about the anniversary reception, do you know?"

   "Well, I'm in charge of the site layout, what's wrong?"

  Yang Lan couldn't say how she felt, but she just felt uncomfortable, "What if your father agrees to let Shen Yu participate..."

"Mom! You think too much! What qualifications does an illegitimate daughter of her have to attend such a formal occasion? What's more, grandpa values ​​face and will never let her come out to embarrass others. I still have a lot of things to do, Hang up first."

  Yang Lan wanted to say that if the old man really valued his face, he would not have allowed Shen Yu to step into the Shen family's gate under the name of "daughter born out of wedlock".

  But Shen Ru hung up too fast, and she had to swallow the words that came to her lips.

   worried...

   At the same time, the study room.

   "What did Phaeton say?"

  Shen Chunjiang sighed: "The Sixth Master never showed up in the past, and I believe this time it will not be an exception. But no matter what, the invitation must still be delivered, and the etiquette that should go must be considered."

  Hua Teng Water Transport is the main contractor of Mingda Group's product transportation. Over the years, they have been cooperating happily and have never had any troubles.

   It stands to reason that Mingda and Phaeton are the relationship between Party A and Party B, and their attitude should not be so polite, even to the point of depending on each other's face.

   The bad thing is that Phaeton not only monopolizes water transportation, but also controls the two major fields of road transportation and air transportation. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the "Emperor of Earth" in Ningcheng.

  While Quan Hanting is a person who can see the head but not the end, but the sound of "Liu Ye" is like thunder.

  In addition to his own strength, he is also inseparable from the support of several other masters. Among them, the fourth master, He Hongye, who is well-known to the outside world, is already a great figure in Ningcheng, but he looks up to this youngest brother.

  Shen Qian slightly nodded, "I will personally visit the Phaeton."

   "Well, I'm at ease when you handle things. Besides," Shen Chunjiang said here, he paused for a while, "On the day of the reception, I want Wan Hou to also attend, and introduce her to everyone by the way. What do you think?"

  Shen Qian didn't speak.

   "I know, this decision may embarrass you, but she is an obedient girl, and she doesn't have to worry about what she will argue about in the future."

   Dutiful obedience?

  Shen Qian put a question mark in his heart, at least in his opinion, this little white rabbit has a bad temper.

   As for whether to argue or not, it is too early to make a judgment now.

  He is also very curious, what exactly does she want...

   "It's fine for Dad to decide, I have no objection."

   "But your mother and old man..." Shen Chunjiang hesitated to speak.

   Shen Qian's tone was so light that he couldn't hear the slightest emotion: "I will try my best to mediate."

  …

  Shen Hou slept soundly all night, didn't eat dinner, and woke up the next morning from hunger.

  She touched her forehead, and it was no longer hot.

  Throat is not as dry and astringent as yesterday, but it is still a little hoarse when speaking.

  She went downstairs to look for food, because it was already past the breakfast time, the servant could only make it for her again: "What would Miss San want to eat?"

   After a minor illness, a bird could fade out of her mouth, so she wanted to eat something with flavor, "Mixed sauce noodles, put more chili."

   "No, make her a bowl of vegetable porridge, the portion doesn't need to be too much."

   "Yes, young master." The servant stepped back, and there were only Shen Qian and Shen Wei in the dining room.

   "I don't want to drink porridge." She appealed calmly, without any temper, just stating the facts.

   "Have you recovered from your cold?" He reached out to touch her forehead.

Shen Yu wanted to hide, but was fixed by the man's warning eyes, so she was half a beat behind, and could only watch helplessly as the big palm with well-defined bones landed on her forehead, not only that, but also slid down to her cheeks, slightly thinning. Cocoon's fingertips were slightly stinging from scratching.

   Bang Dang—

  The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the entrance of the dining room. A maid stared at the scene in horror with her eyes wide open.

  (end of this chapter)