The breeze is not dry and the sky is clear.
Next to the lake in the city center.
In a ward on the top floor of the Central Hospital.
The entire floor-to-ceiling glass windows are smooth and flawless, giving an unobstructed view of the scenery outside the window.
The lake surface is sparkling, and rare herons live on the islands in the center of the lake.
Warm sunlight shines into the ward. After being filtered by the windows with specific ingredients, it seems to be even more gentle and harmless due to a psychological effect.
Shang Ninglang sat back on the bed, flipping through the books in his hands, and adjusting his glasses frames from time to time.
Tang Sen, who was sitting on the sofa nearby, was peeling apples with his hands boredly. When he looked up and saw this scene, he was silently embarrassed for a moment.
"I said, Ning Lang, how about you...change your glasses?"
Shang Ninglang kept looking down at the book. Hearing this, he responded calmly: "What? Are you feeling guilty now?"
Tang Sen choked and then rolled his eyes.
"What does it mean to feel guilty? Don't I think it's a bit inappropriate for the dignified young master Shang to wear glasses that don't suit you? It's because the glasses don't match you. How about... I kindly help you? Change your glasses?"
Shang Ninglang happened to turn a page of the book at this time, raised his eyes to look back, and deliberately pushed up his glasses again.
He replied seriously: "Didn't you say it's expensive? It's worth it. Besides, you said it's young master. I don't need your help to replace my glasses."
Tang Sen simply didn't respond, just raised the corners of his mouth, pretending to be a boy with a fake smile.
The apple peel that was being peeled in his hand just fell off in one piece at this moment.
His eyes widened, he quickly picked up the apple peel and said loudly to Shang Ning: "Look, look! Peel off a whole strip!"
Shang Ninglang ignored someone's loud request for credit and laughed lightly.
"You've been chipping away at it for so long, no matter how stupid you are, you should succeed once."
Tang Sen's head was covered with black lines, and then he replied with a look of dissatisfaction: "Brother, if it weren't for you, why would my great young master peel an apple by himself?"
After saying that, he lowered his head with a look of disgust on his face and cut the peeled apple into pieces.
Shang Ninglang's eyes were full of smiles, but he never forgot to point out the flaws in the other party's words.
"If you didn't insist on contracting this project, the apples I eat every time would be without the skin."
The implication is that he ate a lot of unpeeled apples because of him.
Tang Sen didn't want to pay attention to him, he only concentrated on cutting the apples, and replied perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, yes, yes. The apple peel is still healthy after eating it! Why are you so picky?"
As he spoke, he put the cut apples on a plate "carefully" and brought them to someone very virtuously.
Shang Ninglang said he was disgusted, but he put down the book in his hand and took the "love" fruit plate filled with malice from Tang Sen.
After seeing Tang Sen arrange the apple pieces into the shape of a heart, he couldn't help but feel cold for a moment.
I instantly thought that the glasses I was wearing now also had someone's achievements.
Tang Sen returned to the sofa quite gracefully, crossed his legs, and picked up the whole apple peel.
He said to himself in front of the apple peel: "I have to make a wish."
Shang Ninglang was at a loss for words, but he was thinking in his mind: Should he make fun of Tang Sen's childishness? Or should I just say that the apple wishing method should be made on a cut apple?
After looking down at the apple that had been torn into pieces, he silently chose to shut up so as not to disturb someone's interest.
He picked up a piece of apple with his fork, chewed it and swallowed it, then frowned without leaving a trace.
A little too sweet.
When Tang Sen opened his eyes and looked at him again, Shang Ninglang couldn't help but asked curiously.
"What wish did you make?"
Tang Sen looked at Shang Ninglang as if he were a fool, and then complained bluntly.
"Don't you know that your wish won't work if you say it?"
Shang Ninglang had some regrets for not complaining about this guy earlier.
Seeing that he was speechless, Tang Sen smiled extraordinarily cheerfully, shrugged, and said, "That's all, since brother wants to know, I will tell you mercifully."
"The apple I peeled for you, of course made a wish for us to be good friends for life!"
Shang Ninglang smiled helplessly, "It won't work if you say it. Are you afraid you didn't do it on purpose?"
Tang Sen leaned back on the sofa and teased mercilessly, "This wishing trick is only for children. I am an adult now."
Then he showed a surprised expression, "Oh my God! Brother Shang! You don't believe this, do you?"
Shang Ninglang sighed quietly and decided not to discuss these matters with him.
Tang Sen gave a sly laugh and muttered, "Reading every day will bore you to death!"
As he said that, he turned on the TV, "We should learn about current news."
As soon as the TV was turned on, Shang Ninglang's cell phone rang.
Seeing this, Tang Sen lowered the volume of the TV.
Shang Ninglang put down the fruit plate, picked up his cell phone and glanced at the caller ID. Looking at Tang Sen who was staring at the TV enthusiastically, he picked up the phone without seeing anyone else.
The sound from the TV slowly came out.
"The latest report from the front is that fifteen minutes ago, a young lady fell from the rooftop of Shangyuan International Building. The current situation is unknown. According to passers-by, the police took away the witnesses after arriving at the scene. Our station will provide real-time updates on the latest situation. follow up……"
After Tang Sen saw the keyword, he quickly sat up straight and looked at it very seriously.
During a news broadcast, his first reaction was not only lamenting the loss of life, but also the location and the so-called witnesses who were taken away.
In his opinion, news should always be cautious.
But even so, he still felt that the only thing he needed to do was turn the witnesses into suspects.
Tang Sen repeatedly observed the location, "Shangyuan International Building..."
When he turned his head, he saw that Shang Ninglang had hung up the phone at some point, his face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes were staring straight at the TV.
Tang Sen had a moment of enlightenment and considered his tone before speaking.
"If I remember correctly, this property belongs to you, right? This... isn't it a business war started by your ghostly uncles and brothers who paid for their lives, right?"
Shang Ninglang's expression softened slightly, he pushed up his glasses, looked at Tang Sen and shook his head helplessly.
"Have you watched too many TV series?"
Tang Sen's mouth twitched, and he couldn't stand the look in the eyes of the person in front of him. He retorted loudly: "Come on, my family is involved in many industries! I am having reasonable doubts, okay? Besides... TV dramas sometimes don't act realistically. Blood."
After talking about it, his voice became lower and lower, as if he seemed a little guilty because he had watched too many TV series, which was indeed mixed with a lot of imagination.
Seeing that the form was not conducive to him, he changed the subject.
"So, why were you so embarrassed just now?"
Shang Ninglang's eyes flashed and he looked at the TV with extremely indifferent eyes.
At this time, the TV was playing live scenes and interviews with some passers-by.
He was silent for a while and said frankly: "It was Assistant Yu's call just now. Now that the news is available, we have to sort out the information. It is always too slow."
Tang Sen was speechless and silently mourned for Assistant Yu for a moment, but then he felt that there was more to it than that.
At this moment, Shang Ninglang's coughing sound came slowly along with his words.
"But he told me that it might be a case of suicide by jumping off a building."
"This woman was from a good family and in good health, yet she committed suicide."
There was a hint of coldness in his tone, a hint of sarcasm for no reason.
