A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

It only took Ruan Peichen 3 minutes to solve the whole thing.

Dong Sang smiled and said, "Peichen, we have been friends for so many years. Although I am very grateful to you for your kindness this time, as a sister of West Elm, I still have something to say to you."

"I hope you don't tell West Elm about today's matter of helping West Elm. She has decided to leave China and go abroad to start a new life. Of course, I think even if West Elm knows about today's incident, it may only be to you If you are entangled, you will not change your mind, between you... It is completely impossible!"

Dong Sang looked at Ruan Peichen, her eyes were soft, but there was a sharpness hidden in them, which was a kind of domineering and strong to protect her family.

Ruan Peichen looked down at the black tea in his hand, the sun shone on the tea, reflecting his thin cheeks, very lonely.

Ruan Peichen coughed, and said with a touch of bitterness in his voice: "I understand, I know there is no possibility between us, but I want to do my best to make up for her a little bit, just as I want to alleviate my sins Feel it."

"West Elm probably wouldn't want to ask me for help, so if you need any help, please contact me as an intermediary. I'm always on call."

Dong Sang sighed lightly and said, "Okay."

Ruan Peichen left Nie's house, Dong Sang looked at Ruan Peichen's lonely and thin back, and couldn't help but said: "I never thought that he, who is so proud and confident, would one day become like this because of his love for these things. appearance."

Aunt Li stood behind Dongsang, although she didn't speak, she scolded happily in her heart.

Ruan Peichen deserves to be like this now, when he bullied West Elm, he was not soft at all!

In the hospital, West Elm sat in the ward and covered the child whose quilt had been kicked off. When he turned around, he saw Liu Qingyuan standing behind him.

"Qingyuan, aren't you sleepy? Did your auntie move too loudly just now and woke you up?"

Liu Qingyuan shook his head, gestured to Xiyu and said, "Auntie, the doctor said that everyone is fine, so you don't need to worry too much. It's late now, you go to rest, I'll take care of them."

West Elm knew that Liu Qingyuan had always been a serious and kind-hearted little man who took good care of his younger siblings. Now knowing Liu Qingyuan's intentions, his heart was both moved and sad.

Stretching out his hand to pull Liu Qingyuan, Xiyu hugged him straightforwardly, the body of the child in his arms was slightly stiff, but he didn't push Xiyu away.

West Elm said softly: "Silly boy, taking care of these children is an adult's job. You have been busy all day, and you didn't even go to school. You must be exhausted. Go and rest."

"You are a child yourself. If you don't sleep all night, Aunt West Elm will feel bad."

There was a thin sobbing sound in his arms, Xiyu sighed, looked down to see Liu Qingyuan who was suppressing his tears, and wiped his tears with his hand.

"Cry in Auntie's arms if you want to cry, Auntie doesn't laugh at you."

Although Liu Qingyuan was in his teens, he was still a child in the final analysis. Faced with such a sudden incident, it was very rare for him to be able to maintain his superficial composure and composure until now.

West Elm comforted Liu Qingyuan, who fell asleep on the sofa beside him, then got up and went out to make a phone call, trying to find some nurses to take care of the children. There are so many children, and there is not enough manpower.