Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

The idea of ​​asking for help flashed through her mind, and then only the helplessness of realizing the reality remained.

As long as Bao Jingxing didn't agree to let her go, everything else would be impossible.

soon.

The call was connected, and a stranger reported respectfully: "Young Master Bo, we are already in Jiangbei Hospital, what's your order?"

Clutching the phone with her slender fingers, Qin Yiren cleared her throat nervously, and asked softly, "I... want to ask how the patient is doing?"

It seemed that it was a woman who did not expect to call.

The doctor on the other side of the phone paused, and quickly replied: "The patient's condition is still stable, but we are worried that her condition will worsen after she wakes up. We will temporarily inject her with a stabilizer until all the indicators of her body return to normal. Try to wake her up again."

With five years of experience in medical school, Qin Yiren completely understood what the other party meant.

As long as what the doctor said is true, the mother's condition is better than she imagined. It is estimated that Qin Er sent her mother to the hospital in time and raced against time to avoid the tragedy she least wanted to see.

Looking up at Bao Jingxing, she seized the time to speak again: "If the patient wakes up, please also inject a small dose of tranquilizer and monitor it 24 hours a day. I am worried that she may commit suicide, and the patient is not in good health and needs extra care. Take care, and..."

"Xiao Qian."

Calling out another unknown name in a low voice, Bao Jingxing took the phone back gently, hung up the phone and said calmly: "Aunt Qin will be fine, these doctors are all experts in the field of heart, and they are more clinical than you and me." more experienced."

Qin Yiren stared blankly at him putting away his phone, lowered his eyes with a lonely expression, and had to admit that what he said made sense.

But it was her mother lying on the hospital bed.

If she cared about it, it would be chaotic, and it was not incomprehensible.

"Okay, I've done what I promised you, now it's your turn to promise me." Raising his hand and rubbing the top of her hair to comfort her, Bao Jingxing continued, "Give me another day, and I'll take you away. OK?"

Qin Yiren bit her lower lip and nodded silently.

As long as she can leave here, even if Bao Jingxing is very careful, as long as she is careful, she will always find an opportunity to get in touch with her family. "very good."

Nodding slightly in satisfaction, Bao Jingxing told indulgently and dotingly: "Don't mess with the door lock again, I thought you had some accident and left those reporters to leave, now you have to go back to clean up the mess, and come back to accompany you at night. "

Qin Yiren nodded again, seeing that he was about to leave, raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve, and asked worriedly: "Jing Xing, my brother didn't come to the capital, did he?"

"No."

Guessing what she was worried about, Bo Jingxing patiently explained: "Although Aunt Qin's condition is stable, the possibility of accidents has never been ruled out medically. Your brother stays in the hospital as a family member and cannot leave without authorization."

"……That's good."

With her hanging heart sinking, Qin Yiren smiled slightly, thanking Bao Jingxing for keeping her word and allowing her to meet her mother through the screen.

Her face was pale, and her smile was thin and charming.

Bao Jingxing looked at her with slightly dark eyes, the desire in his heart to hug her, possess her, and love her was the instinctive desire of a man.

"It's too late, I really have to go."

Done.

Bao Jingxing leaned over and kissed her forehead, restrained himself from turning around in front of her, and left the room with his long legs.

He didn't tell her that what he was about to prepare was her funeral.

Behind.

Qin Yiren slowly lay down on the sofa, looked up at the gradually familiar ceiling, his heart was full of chaotic emotions, he seemed to think a lot, but also seemed to think nothing.

For the past two days, she stayed in the room and slept most of the time. She obviously didn't do anything, but she never felt so tired.

fortunately.

Because my mother stayed in Jianghai's hospital, my brother couldn't go to the capital to investigate the cause of her accidental death, so he wouldn't confront Bao Jingxing head-on, and ensured his safety to the greatest extent.

She has no freedom now, but at least Bao Jingxing won't really hurt her...

thought here.

Qin Yiren closed his eyes, revealing a bleak wry smile.

Her spirit was riddled with holes. The so-called Bo Jingxing would not hurt her was only referring to the physical level.

And besides that...

The cynical handsome man appeared in his mind, Qin Yiren pursed his lips in a complicated mood, unable to guess what kind of behavior he would do.

Bao Jingxing's plan disrupted her plan, causing a temporary delay in the treatment to restore her memory.

In other words.

Now she is not the Qin Yiren that Chu Xiannian likes, I hope Chu Xiannian can realize this, and never do impulsive things, Bao'er still needs his care.

Thinking of the little guy lying in the cradle eating hands and hands, Qin Yiren's nose turned sore, silently looking forward to the end of the day that Bao Jingxing said, she was tired of being stuck here, and didn't want to wait any more.

……

In the north of the city, the Bo family cemetery.

The best designers in the capital built a solemn and romantic scene overnight. Black and white roses covered the entire venue, and melodious and mournful piano music resounded all around.

The guests who came to the funeral were all in formal attire, and they came to bid farewell to this woman who had never met before, but whose status was not low because of the infatuation of Mr. Bo's family.

In an extremely heavy atmosphere.

The reporters who received the news flocked to them, and pointed their cameras at the man who had gone back and forth. The camera faithfully recorded his silence. There was no expression on his handsome face, as if he had suffered too much. Instead of giving a response.

The reporters looked at each other, and someone stepped forward with a microphone: "Young Master Bo, we regret what happened to your fiancée very much. Do you have anything to say?"

Bao Jingxing looked down at the microphone in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I'm not in the mood."

"No, no, it's me who should say I'm sorry!" The reporter was taken aback, but due to his status as an entertainment reporter, he had to bite the bullet and ask in a roundabout way: "Is it possible that your fiancée passed away unexpectedly? The choice of a spouse has an impact?"

This question is quite important.

Not only the reporters raised their microphones, but even the guests present had their ears pricked up. They were all aristocratic families who had good relations with the Bo family, and they all had sisters and friends who were waiting to marry. Bo Jingxing was obviously a near-perfect son-in-law.

They were disappointed to hear that Bao Jingxing had a fiancée, but a dead fiancée rekindled everyone's hope.

"In a short time, I won't think about choosing a spouse."

Bao Jingxing still lowered his eyes, and continued unhurriedly: "After the funeral is over, I need time to miss her. I can't accept other women appearing in my life for the time being. Are there any other problems?"