Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

The sky was overcast, and after the lightning and thunder, it gradually began to rain heavily.

When Ji Ziyang and Lin Fan walked out of the ward, the moment they closed the door of the ward, the smiles on their faces disappeared.

"Should be asleep."

Lin Fan's fingers were tightly clenched together, trying hard to contain his furious emotions.

Ji Ziyang nodded slightly with a calm expression.

"I haven't told my family about her. You... don't let Xiaomei Han know." After Lin Fan finished speaking, he walked directly to the elevator.

Ji Ziyang looked at his friend's back indifferently, and he could still hear a thunderclap in the sky.

His eyes sank, and he glanced sideways at the closed door.

Did Lin Fan really think that Han Yanran had fallen asleep?
Their behavior was so obvious before, and they kept trying to divert the topic of Han Yanran's injury. How could she be so smart and not know anything.

only!

Ji Ziyang tightened his palms, turned his gaze away and left.

It is impossible to hide it from her forever, she always needs to recognize the status quo one day.

……

The sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressing down from the sky. The sound of crashing rain became louder and louder. Occasionally accompanied by lightning and thunder, the air became more stuffy.

The majestic heavy rain really suits her current mood.

In the ward without anyone else, Han Yanran, who had kept her eyes closed all the time, slowly opened them amid another thunder.

He stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling, watching the drops falling into the water bit by bit.

She clutched the quilt tightly with both hands and didn't move for a long time.

Scared?
Really a little scared.

Earlier, she could raise her hand to touch the wound on her face, but when the memory of the car accident emerged in her mind, there was only fear left in her heart.

"Disfigured..."

The voice was clear and light, the simple three words were hoarse with a sense of confusion.

Han Yanran slowly sat up from the hospital bed, found the mobile phone next to the bed, turned it on, and there were several calls and messages on it.

She looked at those calls and suddenly didn't know who to call.

Finally, I dialed Ai Xiaonuan's mobile phone abroad...

"Hello? Woman, you have become more courageous lately. Madam, I have called you so many international calls, but you still don't pick up? Give me so long to play and disappear, you won't really sleep with me man Is it? So you don't have time to talk to me?"

The familiar voice of my best friend came to my ears along with the sound of rain outside.

Han Yanran opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to speak at this time.

The long silence may have made the person on the other end of the phone feel that something was wrong.

Ai Xiaonuan changed her tone: "Hello? Is that you, Han Yanran? Did you say something?"

"Xiao Nuan."

She tried to normalize her voice.

"What happened to you?!"

Ai Xiaonuan's vigilant voice suddenly changed, with anxiety and worry in his voice: "Speak well, what's the matter with you?"

The two are too familiar.

You can clearly feel all the inconsistencies in the tone and intonation of speaking to each other.

Even now across the phone.

Ai Xiaonuan was still sensitive to what she was aware of. The woman who called this time was afraid of something. Han Yanran, who had never been afraid of anything, was afraid.

It was because she knew too well that she panicked at this moment.