After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Chapter 593 Any further delay will only trouble her

"Young Master and Young Madam are fine now,"

Uncle Yang looked at Mr. Fu worriedly.

"You should go to rest too."

The big rock in Mr. Fu's heart was put down, and his whole body seemed exhausted, so he didn't refuse again.

"It's time to rest,"

His deep and old eyes narrowed slightly.

"After dawn, there is still a lot of garbage that needs to be cleaned up."

With Fu Tingchen's permission, the news of the successful detoxification quickly reached the ears of He Yan and Wen Jincheng.

"Great, Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu have finally passed this test,"

Liu Song rubbed his sore eyes, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Boss He, you can also rest assured."

"Um,"

He Yan leaned on the back of the chair, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were truly relaxed.

Fortunately, it went well.

Otherwise, he will die alone.

"Boss He, it's getting late,"

Liu Song looked at his watch.

"Shall we go straight back now, or?"

"It's too late, going back will only disturb their rest,"

He stretched out his hands slowly pressing his temples, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"Go back to the manor first."

An'an should feel more relaxed when she's not here.

It's been a few days, and it's time to send her back.

Delaying it any further would only bother her.

He Yan leaned on the back of the chair and fell asleep, the aura around him was inexplicably mixed with a touch of loneliness and desolation.

Liu Song noticed this and didn't dare to say anything.

"Yes."

The vehicle left the Fu family's sphere of influence and headed towards Heshi Manor.

Chengxi villa, in the living room.

Joan sat on the sofa with her head crossed and her computer in her arms.

Her eyes were fixed on the screen in front of her, appearing very focused.

But if you look closely, you will find that Joan's fingertips on the keyboard have not moved.

What the hell was Heyan busy with, that he was gone for a day and two nights?

He hasn't recovered yet, Grandma He can't be worried.

Joan's long and thick eyelashes trembled.

That's right, it was Grandma He who was too worried, so she was worried.

After all, his injury was delayed because of himself.

Joan picked up the phone, opened the chat box with Heyan and wanted to say something.

But afraid of appearing abrupt, he put down the phone.

The back and forth movement repeated several times.

At this moment, a kind voice sounded.

"An'an—"

The old lady He, who was wearing silk pajamas and pajamas, came down from upstairs, looked at Joan and said with concern.

"Why haven't you rested so late?"

Qiao An immediately put down the computer in her hand and stood up, helping old lady He to sit on the sofa.

"I'm used to creating at night, and I'm not sleepy,"

With a smile in her beautiful eyes, she helped the old man put on her coat.

"Why did you suddenly wake up?"

Joan likes Grandma He very much.

Ever since she was a child, she has always dreamed of having such a kind and kind elder.

Unfortunately, she is not so lucky.

"When people are old, they feel less,"

Mrs. He held Joan's hand, her palm was warm, and her expression was even more loving.

"That brat Heyan hasn't come back yet?"

Joan nodded, and immediately opened his mouth to help Heyan explain.

"It should be because the matter is more urgent, and he will come back when he is done."

Madam He snorted dissatisfied.

"What is it that can be so urgent that you leave your grandmother and girlfriend in the wilderness and ignore it?"

If other people heard it, they would definitely think that Mrs. He was in Versailles.

After all, no one would call an eight-figure suburban home 'the wilderness'.