Trafford’s Trading Club

Cheng Yiran was quickly transferred to a high-end ward. At night, Zhong Luochen came to the hospital quietly.

Naturally, the bodyguards hired by Feiyun Entertainment outside the ward door did not dare to stop him.

Cheng Yun said next to Zhong Luochen, "The doctor said it will be faster tonight, and it will only be a day or two later. I'm not sure. Alas, this guy, how can he imitate others in racing cars! How come these celebrities are always like this?" I like racing! Fortunately, I didn’t drive drunk, otherwise my hands would be very long!”

"I asked him to drive the car." Zhong Luochen said calmly.

Chengyun... The gold medal Ma Zai awkwardly patted his mouth gently, lowered his head and took a step back, "The media seems to know about it, I'll deal with it."

"Wait a minute, what is that?" Zhong Luochen asked, pointing to a bag placed on the sofa in the ward that Cheng Yiran used to hold his guitar.

Chengyun didn't pay much attention to it, and said casually: "Oh, it's Cheng Yiran's guitar that never leaves his body. Speaking of which, this guitar is also hard enough. The front of the car was hit like that, but it didn't do anything. Dare you love this? This broken thing seems to have more life than that sports car.”

Zhong Luochen said calmly: "You go deal with those reporters. If necessary, find someone to take over and suppress the negative news as much as possible. By the way, don't say that he hasn't woken up, just say that he needs to rest for the time being. In addition, Zhang Let the lady also inform you that she is also a shareholder, so don’t hide it.”

"I understand, Second Young Master." Cheng Yun nodded: "I will do a good job, don't worry!"

"Go." Zhong Luochen waved his hand, "I don't have anything to do later, I can just go back by myself."

Chengyun opened the door and left.

Zhong Luochen, however, walked around Cheng Yiran's hospital bed with his hands behind his back, looking at him, and finally sat on the sofa, thinking quietly about something.

At this time, the door opened and a nurse walked in. She said she wanted to change Cheng Yiran's temperature, but it was just for daily ward rounds.

Zhong Luochen didn't say anything, even though he knew that the little nurse was glancing at him from time to time... but his eyes suddenly glanced at the black bag.

"Well..." Zhong Luochen brought the bag over at this time, with a calm expression, showing no surprise or joy. He just took out the guitar inside and observed it carefully.

Suddenly he put his hand on the string. He once studied piano and has the ability to perform in the concert hall... Members of the direct line of the Zhong family must be versatile.

But he didn't know the skills of this popular musical instrument, so he just played it casually a few times.

He started to use the guitar and observed the reaction of the nurse in the ward. The nurse still glanced at him with disapproval.

But Zhong Luochen knew clearly that this attention was not due to the sound of the guitar.

This made Zhong Luochen frown slightly and think about one thing... Could it be that, except for Cheng Yiran, to others, it was just an ordinary guitar?

Or maybe it's just him who can't do it? He remembered that as long as the guitar made sound, no matter whether it made music or not, it always had magic.

His fingers were still teasing the strings casually, and it wasn't until the nurse girl finally ran out of things to do and left the child with some reluctance that Zhong Luochen stopped.

Zhong Luochen suddenly wanted to let the two bodyguards outside the door give it a try.

But just when he was about to put this idea into practice, he heard some voices outside the door. Zhong Luochen frowned and walked to the door.

He wasn't going to open the door, he was just going to listen.

After he understood the origin of what was said outside, Zhong Luochen thought for a while, then suddenly opened the door and asked calmly... knowingly asked: "What happened?"

"Mr. Zhong! I'm sorry to bother you!" A bodyguard said in a panic at this time.

Another bodyguard said quickly: "This gentleman said he wanted to go in and take a look. If we didn't let him, he would..."

Zhong Luochen then looked at the person pointed by the two bodyguards.

He was about the same age as Cheng Yiran. He was wearing work clothes with a strong smell of engine oil. There are black edges on the fingernails...probably someone who has been working in machine repair for a long time.

There was also a worried look on his face.

"Who are you?" Zhong Luochen waved his hand to separate the three people in the tug.

"Hello! My, my name is Hong Guan. I don't plan to do anything. I just plan to ask about the situation... He, is he okay?"

"So..." Zhong Luochen suddenly said: "Who are you Cheng Yiran?"

"I am his friend..." Hong Guan said subconsciously, and then said with a wry smile: "Once."

…

"He...how could he do this? Can he wake up?"

In the ward, Hong Guan looked at the unconscious Cheng Yiran and asked Zhong Luochen without any explanation. He didn't know the origin of this noble man, but he remembered that the bodyguard called his name, "Mr. Zhong..."

"Slight concussion and a little skin trauma. The doctor said nothing is wrong and he will wake up in the next two days." Zhong Luochen paused and then asked: "You said you were once his friend?"

Hong Guan couldn't figure out the origin of this man, so he shook his head and said: "Things are a bit complicated, it's nothing... I'll just come over and see him, as long as he's okay. Mr. Zhong, please don't tell him I've been here."

Zhong Luochen said, "You came to the hospital specially to visit, but you didn't want him to know. Didn't you make your trip in vain?"

Hong Guan touched his head and smiled and said: "Actually, my wife happens to be here too. Just upstairs...she's about to give birth. I'm here to see her. I come every day! I just happened to hear the nurse talking at the nurse's station. A celebrity is hospitalized... I just found out about it."

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

Zhong Luochen did not point out these, but said calmly: "Since you are here, let's stay a little longer. Cheng Yiran should also want someone to accompany him."

"I... I probably can't." Hong Guan sighed, then looked at Zhong Luochen and said, "For you, Mr. Zhong, you are..."

"Me?" Zhong Luochen smiled slightly and said, "I am his colleague."

"In this way..." Hong Guan nodded and didn't ask any more questions... Maybe he wasn't just an ordinary colleague, right?

But he seemed a little embarrassed to stay here, and his eyes couldn't help but wander around... Soon he saw the guitar placed on the sofa, and his eyes suddenly became a little absent-minded.

Zhong Luochen was fascinated by the observation. How could he not notice Hong Guan's expression at this moment? He silently picked up the guitar, took a look and said, "That's true. He never left me. Watching him is more important than anything else."

Hong Guan nodded and said, "I know."

"It seems you know the story behind this guitar." Zhong Luochen handed the guitar into Hong Guan's hands.

Perhaps it really carried too many memories of Hong Guan and Cheng Yiran, so Hong Guan did not refuse to take the guitar. On the contrary, after taking it, his eyes softened and his fingers slowly rubbed the guitar. Lettering.

"You sit down for a while, I'll go to the bathroom." Zhong Luochen suddenly said and walked directly out of the door.

But there is obviously a separate bathroom in the ward? Hong Guan couldn't figure out what this noble man was thinking for a while, but he didn't pay much attention... Maybe he just didn't want to get along with him?

Hong Guan looked at his greasy work clothes with a self-deprecating look.

He also looked at Cheng Yiran, pulled up a stool and sat on the edge of the bed... He never even thought that they would meet again under such circumstances.

Looking at the guy lying on the hospital bed, Hong Guan let out a long breath, "What happened to you? Wake up quickly. Your career has just started. Don't fall down in a place like this. Do you know?" ?”

But so did Cheng... I'm afraid he didn't hear it?

Hong Guan's expression was complicated, and his fingers subconsciously played a few times on the strings of the guitar. He has been very busy recently, and he hasn't touched the instrument for some time.

…

Zhong Luochen didn't leave after opening the door. He just stood outside the door. He didn't even close the door, but simply made a silent gesture to the two bodyguards in front of the door.

Naturally, the two of them didn't understand what this 'sir' wanted to do, but they obeyed the orders and stood straight outside the door, one on the left and the other on the right.

Zhong Luochen just looked at the slightly opened door with his hands behind his back and closed his eyes, as if waiting for something... some sound.

"What's the sound?" A bodyguard was suddenly startled at this moment, his expression was startled, and then he was intoxicated.

"Is Mr. Cheng awake?" Another bodyguard also murmured to himself at this time, but his expression seemed to be enjoying it, "Is this his song? It turns out that it sounds so good. I never noticed it before... "

Zhong Luochen squinted his eyes and looked at the appearance of the two of them at this moment.

But he knew who the person playing the piano was.

"Want to visit with friends via mobile phone."