Trafford’s Trading Club

Cheng was soon transferred to an advanced ward. By nightfall, the clock had quietly arrived at the hospital.

The bodyguards hired outside the hospital room for entertainment are naturally afraid to stop them.

Cheng Yun said beside the clock falling dust, "The doctor said quickly tonight, it's only a day or two late, I'm not sure. Oh, this guy, learn how to drive! Why do these stars always like cars? Fortunately, it's not drunk, otherwise the tail is long! ”

“I let him drive the car.” The clock is dusty and not salty.

Cheng Yun... The Golden Medal Horse shoots slightly at his mouth at this moment, lowering his head and taking a step back, “The media seems to know, I'll deal with it. ”

“Wait, what is that?” The clock dropped at this point pointing to a bag placed in the sand of the ward - Cheng also used to carry a guitar bag to ask.

Cheng Yun didn't pay much attention. “Oh, that's Cheng's guitar that never leaves. Speaking of which, the guitar is also hard enough, and the headband is crashing like that, and it's fine at all. Dare to fall in love with this piece of shit more than that sports car.”

The clock dropped and said softly: "Go deal with the reporters. If necessary, find someone to replace it and keep negative news as low as possible. By the way, don't say he didn't wake up, just say he needs to rest for now. Also, please inform Miss Zhang that she is also a shareholder, don't hide it. ”

“I see, Second Major.” Nod in the cloud: “I'll do it, don't worry! ”

“Go on.” The clock dust waved, "I'll be fine later, I'll go back myself. ”

Cheng Yun opened the door and left.

The clock dropped, but he walked around the hospital bed with his bare hands, measured him, and finally did it on the sofa, thinking quietly about what.

At this time, the door opened and a nurse walked in to change Cheng's temperature - just for routine check-ups.

The clock didn't say anything, even though he knew the little nurse looked at him from time to time... but his eyes suddenly looked at the black bag.

“Hmmm...” The clock dust pulled the bag over, his face was calm, no surprise, just took out the guitar inside and watched carefully.

He suddenly put his hand on the string. He has studied the piano and has the ability to play in the concert hall... The Zhong family must be multi-talented.

But he doesn't know the trick of a common instrument, so he just moves a few random moves.

He started using this guitar, and he watched the nurse's reaction in the ward —— the nurse was still looking at him or not.

But it's not because of the sound of the guitar that the clock falls.

This makes the clock frown slightly, thinking about one thing… is it just an ordinary guitar for others other than Cheng?

Or maybe he just can't do it himself? He remembered that the guitar was always magical, whether or not it made a sound.

The fingers still tease the strings randomly, until the nurse girl finally lost something, quite a bit of love left the child before the clock stopped to dust.

The clock suddenly wants two bodyguards outside the door to give it a try.

But while he was going to put that idea into practice, he heard a number of voices coming from outside the door. The clock frowned and walked to the door.

He's not going to open the door, he's just going to listen.

After understanding the origin of the outside speech, the clock fell for a while before suddenly opening the door and asking softly... knowingly asked: “What happened? ”

“Mr. Chung! Sorry to bother you!” A bodyguard was in a bit of a panic at the moment.

The other bodyguard said hastily: "The gentleman said he wanted to go in and take a look. If we don't let him...”

The clock is dusty, and that's what the two bodyguards are pointing at.

Same age and range, wearing work clothes with a strong smell of engine oil. The fingernails have black sides… probably someone who has been working on mechanics for a long time.

And a look of impatience.

“Who are you?” The clock waved with dust, separating the three people in the pull.

“Hello, my name is Hung Kuan, I'm not going to do anything, I'm just going to ask the same... is he okay? ”

“Yes...” The clock suddenly dropped: “Who are you, Cheng? ”

“I am his friend...” Hung Guan subconsciously said, then smiled bitterly: “Once. ”

……

“He... how could he do this? Can he wake up? ”

In the ward, Hung Guan looked at the unconscious degree as well. He couldn't help but ask directly about the clock falling dust. He didn't know the origin of this noble man, but remember the bodyguard shouting his name, “Mr. Chung...”

“Slight concussion and a little skin trauma. The doctor said nothing would happen and he would wake up in two days.” The clock went down and asked, "You said you were his friend? ”

Hung Guan couldn't touch the man's origins, so he shook his head: “It's complicated, it's nothing... I just came to see him, as long as it's okay. Mr. Chung, please don't tell him I've been here. ”

The clock fell and said: "You came to the hospital to visit, but you didn't want him to know, didn't you let yourself go for nothing? ”

Hung Guan smiled. “Actually, my wife happens to be here. Just upstairs... she's about to give birth, I came to see her, every day! I just heard the nurse talking about a star in the hospital at the nursing station... I just found out too. ”

The mechanic's wife lives upstairs in the ward...?

The clock didn't break any of this, just bluntly said: "Now that you're here, stay a little longer. Cheng should also want someone to accompany him. ”

“I... I probably can't.” Hung Guan sighed and watched the clock fall: “To you, Mr. Chung, you are...”

“Me?” said the clock with a smile. “I work with him. ”

“So...” Hung Guan nodded and didn't ask much... Probably not as simple as some normal colleague?

But when he stayed here, he was embarrassed and his eyes had to turn... and soon he saw the guitar placed on the couch, and his eyes suddenly fainted.

The clock has fallen into fascination. Where can't you notice the look of the crown? He held the guitar up implicitly and glanced at it: “This is true, too. He never leaves and looks more important than anything. ”

Hung Guan nodded: “I know. ”

“Looks like you know the story behind this guitar.” The clock fell and the guitar was delivered to Hung Crown.

It may really carry too many memories of Hung Guan and Cheng, so much so that Hung Guan did not refuse to accept the guitar. Instead, when he got there, his eyes softened and his fingers slowly rubbed the inscription on the guitar.

“Sit down for a while, I'll go to the bathroom.” The clock suddenly dropped - walking straight out the door.

But there's a separate bathroom in the ward? Hung Guan couldn't figure out what this nobleman thought for a while, but he didn't pay much attention... maybe he just didn't intend to get along with himself?

Hung Kuan looked at himself ridiculously in greasy work clothes.

He also looked at Cheng, pulled a stool, sat beside the bed... he didn't even think that seeing each other would be like this.

Looking at the guy lying in the hospital bed, Hung Guan appealed for a long time, “What happened to you? You wake up, you're just starting your career. Don't fall in a place like this, okay? ”

But so is Cheng... I'm afraid you didn't hear me?

Hung Guan's complexity led to several subconscious moves on the guitar strings - he's been busy lately, and he hasn't touched an instrument for some time.

……

The clock didn't leave after the dust opened the door, just stood outside the door - he didn't even close the door, he simply sat a silent gesture against the two bodyguards in front of the door.

The two men naturally did not understand what the ‘sir' wanted to do, but stood tall, left and right, at the door.

The clock fell just looking at the slightly open door with a negative hand and closing his eyes, like waiting for something... something.

“What's that sound?” A bodyguard suddenly stunned and looked at him, then intoxicated.

“Is Mr. Cheng awake?” The other bodyguard muttered to himself at the moment, but the look was like he was enjoying himself, "is that his Again? So it sounds so good, how come I haven't noticed it before...”

The clock shrugged its eyes and gauged the look of the two at this moment.

But he knew exactly who was playing the piano.