love addiction

Tang Mianmian stood up with all her strength, and walked towards him, tears rolling down on the ground uncontrollably, patter patter, unable to stop.

She stretched out her hand, touched him lightly, and said with a sob, "Uncle Xu said that grandpa had a stroke, and brother Shen said that maybe...maybe..."

She choked there, unable to speak.

Long Yejue closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead were floating, his fists were clenched tightly, and his whole body tensed up.

That tightness, akin to a breakdown.

Tang Mianmian hugged him, choking in his arms, "Long Yejue, what should I do? I can't imagine it, and I can't accept it..."

Long Yejue didn't answer, but still stood tensely, but his eyes were opened with deep eyes.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so stubborn to drag you abroad, I'm sorry..."

She didn't know where to find the reason.

I always feel that if I hadn't insisted on going abroad, grandpa might not have had an accident.

After a long time, he opened his mouth, "Let's go back."

"it is good."

Compared to grandpa, the final honeymoon is really not important.

Long Yejue found a friend in Hawaii, directly applied for the flight route, and rushed back home.

After a long journey, Tang Mianmian couldn't sleep because she was too sad. When she got off the plane, she almost collapsed.

Being supported by Long Yejue, she couldn't stop vomiting, and she was about to vomit out her entire internal organs.

An Yi came to pick up the plane, even though he was very anxious, Long Yejue told him to drive slowly, hoping to make Tang Mianmian more comfortable.

Tang Mianmian shook her head and refused, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine in a while."

Even though she was so uncomfortable at the moment, her voice couldn't help trembling, her face was pale, and she was dripping with cold sweat.

An Yi was in a bit of a dilemma, not knowing whether he should drive faster or slower.

Long Yejue ordered in a deep voice, "Don't worry about her, drive slowly."

Only then did An Yi feel relieved and boldly drive a little slower.

Tang Mianmian wanted to persuade her, but she was too uncomfortable to take care of that much.

It was 10 minutes later than the original time before arriving at Shen's Hospital.

Long Yejue led Tang Mianmian to the intensive care unit where Long Zhenfei was.

There are already many people waiting in the ward.

Wang Minghui, Long Fengcheng, Long Muye, and Zhu Wenyi.

Long Ruoshui is still abroad and is on his way back.

And at this time, it was Long Yechen who was always busy.

Long Zhenfei was still not awake, lying on the hospital bed with a lifeless look, Tang Mianmian was so uncomfortable that his heart was twisted together.

The tears couldn't stop falling.

Long Yejue asked several times before he knew the truth of the matter.

Long Zhenfei had a stroke. After all, he is old, and it is the age when strokes occur frequently.

Everyone's expression is dignified, one can imagine what the doctor's conclusion is.

The atmosphere was so tense that it was hard to breathe.

No one said anything, they waited for Long Zhenfei to wake up.

But this kind of waiting lasted from morning to evening, Long Zhenfei remained motionless.

Tang Mianmian couldn't hold on any longer. After all, she was pregnant, and she hadn't been able to rest in Hawaii before. After two days and one night, even normal people couldn't stand it anymore.

Long Yejue asked Anyi to take her back. Tang Mianmian didn't want to go back, but Long Yejue insisted.

She had no choice but to leave with Anyi.

Before leaving, she also advised Long Yejue to find a chance to rest, after all, he hadn't rested for so long.

Although Long Yejue agreed, she also knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to rest at this critical moment.

Sighing silently, she went home, and her mother was rarely surprised to see her back.

Tang Mianmian told her the reason for coming back, and Chen Qiuhua was startled, "What is going on? These things happen one after another, even the most powerful people can't accept it."

Tang Mianmian just sat on the sofa like this, wanting to sleep very much, but couldn't sleep no matter what, her eyes were sore and uncomfortable.

Chen Qiuhua made soup for her, and when she brought it out, she found Tang Mianmian was crying with her eyes open.

The tears, as if spontaneous, fell down unconsciously, even Tang Mianmian didn't notice it.

Chen Qiuhua quickly brought her back to her senses, and said almost beggingly, "Mianmian, I know you are sad, but now you have to think about the baby in your belly, you can't be so disregarding your own body, you forgot the last time you moved your fetus Was it that horrible thing?"

Perhaps it was Chen Qiuhua's words that helped, Tang Mianmian took the soup in her hand and drank it silently.

Chen Qiuhua has been working for a long time, so she is afraid that she will continue to suffer like this.

Perhaps the hot soup warmed his stomach, Tang Mianmian curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Chen Qiuhua squeezed her back in order to relax her nerves. After she fell asleep, she slowly stopped. After making sure she was asleep, she hugged the cup and covered her tightly, lest she get cold .

He pushed the coffee table over to stand outside in front of her, fearing that she would roll off the sofa.

Perhaps it was because of being too tired, Tang Mianmian fell asleep until noon the next day.

Chen Qiuhua came back from buying ingredients and made soup for her.

Tang Mianmian quietly got up from the sofa, looking at the sunlight in the room, a little confused.

Did I fall asleep, or did I not sleep?

She rubbed her eyes, her originally beautiful eyes were now swollen from crying too much, blocking part of her vision, she was not used to it.

Seeing that she was up, Chen Qiuhua hurriedly asked her to join her group, and brought the food and soup by herself, and placed them in front of her.

Those dishes are all Tang Mianmian's favorites. If it was before, she would definitely be able to eat two bowls of rice, but at this moment she tasted it like chewing wax.

Chen Qiuhua felt sorry for her daughter, and kept feeding her food and persuading her.

After much difficulty, she ate half a bowl of rice, but she couldn't eat any more.

"How can you eat such a small amount?" Chen Qiuhua was in great distress, "Eat more, for the sake of the child."

"Mom, I really can't eat." Tang Mianmian said with a pale face, her tone was a little weak, "Mom, Long Yejue definitely didn't eat in the hospital, your dad will pack it for me, and I'll send it to him, okay? "

"Okay." Chen Qiuhua hurried to get the thermos, packed all the food, and heated it in the microwave before putting it in the thermos.

Tang Mianmian had already put on her coat, took the thermos bucket she handed over, and opened the door.

"Can you do it?" Chen Qiuhua asked worriedly.

She was afraid that her daughter would not be able to hold on.

"Don't worry, Mom, I know my own body." Tang Mianmian comforted her mother, then got into the elevator and went downstairs.

On the taxi, she hugged the thermos bucket tightly, feeling so heavy that she seemed to be suppressing her breathing, which made her breathing heavy.

At this time, Jiangcheng City had begun to warm up. Pedestrians took off their thick down jackets and put on spring and autumn coats.

The warm sun shone on the earth, as if it had warmed everything, but it couldn't warm her heart anyway.