Capítulo 1862: Chapter 1862: He Doesn’t Have That Kind of Patience
“Who dares ridicule my precious daughter, you’re overthinking it. I’ll leave first. You and Mr. Yu, being young, probably have more in common, so I won’t stay here to annoy anyone.”
After Mr. Yang finished speaking, he asked his assistant to pack up the golf clubs and then left the golf course.
“That day, I had to leave suddenly because sothing ca up. I heard you went looking for afterwards.” Yu Xiuzhun glanced in the direction Mr. Yang had left, the smile on his lips fading.
Lazily sitting down on a lounge chair, he raised an eyebrow.
“I know, I didn’t take it to heart. It’s just that you left so abruptly, and later I heard soone got hurt at the banquet. I was worried about you, so I went to find you, wanting to see if you were okay.”
Yang ilan wore an adorable little dress, very refreshing and youthful, with a touch of intellectual beauty.
Her whole presence exuded a unique quality often found in art students.
Her speech wasn’t too fast or too slow, making her pace quite comfortable.
But Yu Xiuzhun just wasn’t interested.
After chatting with her for a bit, he couldn’t help but glance at the ti.
“Do you have anything else to do later?” Yang ilan cautiously asked.
As far as she knew, Yu Xiuzhun didn’t like others inquiring about his whereabouts.
“No, is there sowhere you want to go?”
Yu Xiuzhun was about to say he had plans but then rembered Mr. Yang’s earlier hint and changed his mind.
To a man, feelings are the least valuable thing.
Yang ilan was still useful to him now, so he didn’t mind spending so ti with her.
Maybe even exploring more possibilities.
“It’s just that on Washington Poe Street, a new art gallery has opened, and I’ve always wanted to find an opportunity to visit, but…”
“Let’s go, I’ll accompany you.” Yu Xiuzhun interrupted her, standing up first, pulling his suit jacket off the back of the chair, and striding out.
Accompanying a woman shopping was not a usual occurrence for Yu Xiuzhun.
He didn’t have the patience for it.
In the past, Yu Yueman often pestered him to accompany her shopping, but apart from giving her a card, Yu Xiuzhun hardly ever went out with her.
Let alone other won.
Yu Xiuzhun changed won like changing clothes, never investing his mind in any woman.
These things Yang ilan had heard about, so when she heard that Yu Xiuzhun was willing to accompany her to the gallery, she felt as if she were floating, like walking on cotton.
Even upon reaching the gallery, Yang ilan still felt like she was dreaming.
Turning to look at the extraordinarily handso man beside her, her eyes filled with shyness.
“What’s wrong? Feeling unwell?” Yu Xiuzhun stood by the car door, glancing at Yang ilan, who kept her head down, and frowned.
“No, I’m fine. Let’s go in.” Yang ilan snapped back to reality, hurriedly went to his side, took Yu Xiuzhun’s arm, and entered the gallery.
Just as they got the admission tickets and were about to enter the exhibition hall, Yu Xiuzhun’s phone rang.
“What’s up?” Yu Xiuzhun’s voice was cold.
Yang ilan stood by him, vaguely hearing sothing about Miss Ye and a hospital through the phone…
Then, within a few seconds, Yu Xiuzhun hung up the phone, glanced at her.
“I’m sorry, sothing ca up, I have to leave now. Take your ti looking around.” Yu Xiuzhun threw out the sentence, and before Yang ilan could say a word, he had turned and left the gallery.
The flashy sports car disappeared from sight in an instant.
Leaving behind a dazed Yang ilan, standing isolated in the gallery’s lobby, holding two admission tickets, still thrilled a mont ago that she was unique in Yu Xiuzhun’s heart.
Her hand suddenly tightened, knuckles turning white.
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