Riding The Wind And Waves In Shura Field [Quick Wear]

2.9 - He Heng looked at Shen Ran and asked, 'Are you injured?'

　　Chen Er's matter was handled by Shen Ran, and the speed was much faster than Jiang Baichuan expected. He had to change his opinion of this seemingly gentle young man in front of him again, and he felt a little apprehensive.

　　The conversation between the old lady and the woman was mixed with insults, and the child was crying in fear. Shen Ran watched all this indifferently and asked someone to pack up the things. When the sun rose again, there was no remaining haze here.

　　He Heng witnessed the whole process without saying a word. Shen Ran looked around the construction site and confirmed the relevant matters before returning to the car to rest. He Heng asked, "Is this resolved?"

　　"Aren't you happy that the problem was solved quickly?" Shen Ran asked.

　　"It's not that I'm unhappy, I just think it's a bit ironic, exchanging a life for an opportunity to stand out." He Heng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "It's a business you would do."

　　Shen Ran ignored He Heng. He took out two pills from the medicine bottle he carried with him and swallowed them with water. He rubbed his brows and said, "No matter what I say to you now, you won't listen. You will have to experience these things slowly in the future."

　　"You have a stomachache again." This was not a question. When He Heng saw his hand on his stomach, he knew that Shen Ran's stomach problem had recurred. "You have had stomachaches too often recently."

　　Although Shen Ran also had stomachaches before, they were not so severe. He Heng frowned subconsciously, but he only heard Shen Ran chuckle, "Maybe I'm too busy? It should be better after a while."

　　His tone was as gentle as always, even a little weak.

　　When the sun rose, Shen Ran took a short break by leaning against the back of the car seat. Construction had already begun outside. Jiang Baichuan trotted over to talk, but through the car window he saw Shen Ran resting with his eyes closed. He had no choice but to lower his voice and whispered, "Mr. He, the problem has been solved, and the money has been transferred."

　　"Did Chen Er and his family say anything else?" He Heng asked.

　　"No, they just had a big fight at home, but it has little to do with the company." Jiang Baichuan also knew that the most troublesome thing had been solved, and the rest had to be discussed by Chen Er and his family. He said, "Is Mr. Shen resting? How about I take you back to the hotel, or go have some breakfast first."

　　"No need. He is a light sleeper. He will definitely wake up as soon as you move the car." He Heng knew Shen Ran very well. When they lived together before, even if He Heng got up in the middle of the night, he could wake Shen Ran up by carefully lifting the quilt. "Go and send me the documents about this project. Don't tell him."

　　"Okay, Mr. He." Jiang Baichuan said.

　　In the dream, Shen Ran felt that he was standing at a very high place. The whistling of the wind was in his ears. He could also faintly hear the sound of sirens and ambulances. He didn't know what he was doing. He stood motionless on the edge of the rooftop. Suddenly, he heard someone calling him. He recognized it as He Heng's voice. He subconsciously turned his head and saw He Heng approaching him and gently pushed him down.

　　"He Heng..." Shen Ran woke up from his dream, his forehead covered with cold sweat. He panted quickly, his hands tightly grasping the armrest beside him. He Heng put the documents away, put them in the back seat of the car calmly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

　　Shen Ran looked up at him in a daze. After a long pause, he leaned back in the back seat and whispered, "I dreamed that I almost died."

　　"How did he die?" He Heng asked.