Heart-wrenching pet: the CEO's hot wife

After Mrs. Ning heard Ning Yan's words, her tone suddenly rose: "Lan Xin Lan Xin! Is she the only one in your heart! I'll let you go and bring Qiao Qiao back to me! Go!"

"Grandma, I already know about this, Linshen has already passed, Qiaoqiao will be fine!"

"Lin Shen?" A trace of confusion flashed in Old Madam Ning's eyes, and she suddenly became firm again: "I'm worried! You go! I want you to go!"

Mrs. Ning's tone of voice was trembling more and more, Ning Yan suddenly remembered what the family doctor said, not to irritate her anymore.

There was a trace of fatigue in his eyes, and he compromised: "Okay! I'll go! But grandma, before I leave, I want to see Lan Xin!"

"In your bedroom!"

After hearing Ning Yan's words, Mrs. Ning said softly.

She has no time to think about why Ning Yan is here, and whether Lan Wei has succeeded. Her only thought is to ask Ning Yan to bring Qiao Qiao back.

After hearing this, Ning Yan strode towards his own bedroom in the old house.

Lan Xin's fever did not subside, and he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Ning Yan came in and saw Lan Xin like this, he stretched out his big hand to touch her forehead, it was hot.

He thought of the family doctor at the door again, Ning Yan's eyes deepened, he lifted the quilt and picked him up from the bed.

As soon as the girl was picked up, she unconsciously leaned into his arms and called out in a low voice: "Ning Yan."

He has always been aware of her physical condition. He must send her to the hospital quickly and let Lin Changqing show her to cool her down.

"Ok?"

Hearing her voice, Ning Yan responded in a low voice. Lan Xin seemed to want to open her eyes, but it was too much effort, so she simply gave up and struggled. Her tone was muffled, and she didn't know if she was dreaming or really lying in Ning Yan's bed. Yan's arms.

"I feel terrible……"

Ning Yan never felt that his throat was dry like this before. Hearing this sentence, he said softly, "I'll take you to the hospital, don't be afraid."

Lan Xin didn't reply any more, she quietly curled up in his strong arms, like a lifeless doll.

Madam Ning heard the footsteps, turned her head, and saw the girl in Ning Yan's arms at a glance.She began to be out of breath again, her voice suddenly raised: "Ning Yan! Do you know what you are doing? She has a high fever, do you want to take her to save my Qiaoqiao?!"

Ning Yan glanced at Mrs. Ning: "You know she has a fever, so why didn't you send her to the hospital!"

There was anger in his heart, but his voice was extremely shallow: "Grandma, I suddenly believed a sentence she once told me, do you know that!"

A bad premonition flashed in Mrs. Ning's heart, and she asked, "What?"

"You all want her dead."

Seven words, Ning Yan and Mrs. Ning have spent their entire lives, but they still can't accept it!
Mrs. Ning accompanied Mr. Ning to fight for her whole life. Mr. Ning was fighting for the country, and she was... just for the younger generation.

She wants to give some people, some good life.

She cares about her reputation and Ning Yan. Although she has done many irreversible things, she absolutely... never thought of letting Lan Xin die.

Mrs. Ning seemed to have a blunt knife pierced in her heart. She couldn't see clearly what was in front of her eyes. Having said that, you go and bring Qiaoqiao back first, and I'll take care of her... okay?"

"Linshen has already gone, I'll take her to the hospital first."

Ning Yan's voice softened, and he also realized that what he said just now was a bit heavy, so he took two steps outside with the person in his arms.

"I'll take her to the hospital myself! Leave it to Changqing! Is this okay? Ayan, I beg you, Grandma, please don't delay! If something happens to her... what do you want me to do?"

Her life was too sad. Her son and daughter-in-law did not go home all year round, and her grandson moved out when she grew up. Only Qiao Qiao lived with her in this large building when she was in China, which was a bit scary. in the villa.

Ning Yan didn't stop walking, and Mrs. Ning's voice was full of misery: "Ayan, do you want grandma to kneel down for you before you agree to save Qiaoqiao?"

The weather outside was good, the sun was shining brightly, and it shone on Ning Yan who had already stepped out of the door, making him look noble and handsome, but there was nothing real about it.

"Grandma, I'll take her to the car. Please send her to Changqing's office! Let Changqing show her."

Old Madam Ning's tears fell suddenly, and she responded with a choked voice: "Hey!"

……

When Lan Xin woke up, the sky outside was dim, and she got up from the hospital bed exhaustedly.

She glanced at the environment, it was not the ward, but Lin Changqing's office.

There was no one around, and she felt a little lonely in her heart, not knowing what was going on with Ning Yan.

Did he recognize Lan Wei, and how would he choose?

When she didn't think of anything, the door of the office was pushed open, and she looked sideways. Lin Changqing was wearing a large white coat and was holding a bowl in her hand.

Seeing Lan Xin waking up, Lin Changqing was stunned for a moment, and walked towards her with a low voice, which was different from Ning Yan's low voice, it was the kind of refreshing Qingjun: "Wake up, eat some porridge."

He handed over the bowl, and Lan Xin didn't refuse, and stirred the thick porridge twice with the spoon: "I...why am I here?"

Lin Changqing sat down on the edge of her hospital bed, and said in a trivial voice, "Madam Ning brought you here!"

When he was talking, he reached out his hand to touch her head, but it was still hot, so Lin Changqing said: "Okay, you eat the porridge first, and then I'll take your temperature again.

Lan Xin took a few mouthfuls of food absent-mindedly, did Mrs. Ning send her here?
So kind?

Is it because she is afraid that she will die?
After eating a bowl of porridge, the coolness in Lan Xin's heart has slowly seeped up, Lin Changqing stuffed a thermometer in her mouth, and after taking the temperature, he frowned: "38 degrees is still too high. "

He picked up a row of medicines from the desk, broke out two, took a glass of water from a disposable paper cup, and handed it to her: "Take the medicine."

"Where's Ning Yan?"

She always felt that Ning Yan had come and hugged her, but she was not sure if it was an illusion.

"He has some things, he can't come here now, maybe... at night, he might be able to come here."

"Isn't it night now?"

Lin Changqing touched his lips and smiled. He was good-looking, and his smile had a feeling of spring blossoms: "It's four o'clock in the morning, and it's still not bright outside."

Lan Xin's eyes fell on his face, his lower eyelid was black and blue, and his complexion was a little ugly.

She clenched her fingertips tightly and pressed her lips tightly. It took a long time before she slowly took the water glass and medicine he had been carrying, and swallowed them.

After daybreak, Lan Xin's body temperature kept going back and forth. Lin Changqing didn't know what was wrong, and when she walked to Lan Xin's bed and was about to continue to give someone water, she saw the mobile phone next to her pillow.

The mobile phone belonged to Lin Changqing. He was very busy and didn't have time to stay by her side all the time, so he gave her the mobile phone to pass the time.

With a thought in his heart, he picked up his phone and saw the latest news.

The No. 1 girl in city A is in trouble in a foreign country, and two top male gods go to rescue each other. This kind of fairy tale-like perfect story is always sought after by people.

Lin Changqing's fingertips turned white, and her eyes fell on the wet spot beside the pillow.

After walking for half a year and coming back again, she couldn't let Ning Yan go.

Lin Changqing sat down on the edge of her hospital bed, rolled up his wide sleeves, showing his white but strong wrists, his voice was very shallow, with a soothing tone: "Lan Xin, what kind of illness do you have?" , take it easy."

Lan Xin was lying with his back to Lin Changqing, his eyes stared at a place not far away with no brilliance, and his voice was trivial: "Doctor Lin, do you know, I think I'm pretty cheap!"

"What nonsense!"

Lan Xin didn't cry, and her voice didn't have any emotion: "It's not stupid, it's true. I always want to keep a distance from him, to stay away from him, but I don't know why, whenever something happens, I will I want him to choose me!"

"But I found that these are all extravagant wishes."

Lin Changqing didn't know how to comfort her, her flat voice sounded again: "Actually, I really look down on myself, I look down on myself not being firm!"

It was the first time Lin Changqing saw someone who could talk about his sadness so calmly.

He had been a doctor for so many years, and it was the first time that he tried to relieve a patient.

"Are you in love with Ayan?"

I don't know why, but he suddenly asked this sentence, and Lan Xin didn't deny it: "I think I like him."

"For a long time after Ah Heng died, I felt that I would not like others anymore. You said, if I change my mind, why can't I fall in love with someone who treats me wholeheartedly?"

"Doctor Lin, I want to be alone."

Lin Changqing didn't move, and his voice was soft and slow: "No, you can't continue to think about it."

Lan Xin sensed the warm liquid and poured it down the corner of his eyes, and Lin Changqing's voice came again: "If you feel pain, there are some things, you have to learn to let go."

"It's not that Ayan doesn't want to choose you, but sometimes, he has no choice."

The sun outside came out, and the sunlight came in through the window, but it didn't shine on Lan Xin's body. She curled up into a ball, quietly, and after a long silence, she said to Lin Changqing: "Doctor Lin, isn't it There is no choice, but me, not on his choice."

"Before, Lan Wei sent me a voice, Qiaoqiao asked him if he loved him, and he said yes. These are not enough to cause my heart to die, but today..."

Her tone faltered, she took a breath, and her voice became more and more muffled: "I have known for a long time that Qiao Qiao and I are not comparable in his heart, but I still can't accept it if it happens again."

"You are right, if you are in pain, you should let it go."