Madam leg hurts please hug

Be it a wise man or a fool, things have come to this point anyway.

Even if you don't like it, you have to learn to accept it.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." She smiled.

"Do you really want nothing?" Zhou Linran asked.

An Xiaoyue still shook her head.

She doesn't want anything, she just wants this child in her stomach.

Nothing was hers but this child.

"I respect your choice." Zhou Linran sighed, "I will help you with this favor, and I will pass on your words to him."

"Thank you." An Xiaoyue smiled faintly.

Suddenly, Zhou Linran felt that An Xiaoyue had changed a lot.

He couldn't tell what had changed.

In his memory, the former An Xiaoyue was always prone to explosions, and often needed Gong Yumo to shun her hair.

But now, she is as calm as this lake, calm, neither sad nor happy.

"I saw the news today." Zhou Linran said, "I have ordered the company's public relations to deal with it urgently, and I will definitely suppress this news in the shortest possible time."

So what if the news is suppressed, what happened has already happened.

For her, it doesn't matter much anymore.

She still laughed and joked, "Thank you, you seem to be much more reliable than before."

Zhou Linran also smiled, "I've always been reliable."

An Xiaoyue glanced at the time and said, "It's getting late, I should go."

She had just walked a few steps when Zhou Linran suddenly called her to stop.

She turned her head, only to hear Zhou Linran say to her without thinking, "An Xiaoyue, don't hate him."

She was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, turned and left without speaking.

hate it?She didn't know, didn't know what to hate.

Don't you hate it?She doesn't know either.

Anyway, that's it, the ending he drew with his own hands.

America, in a private ward.

Surrounded by silent white, white is bleak, white is boring.

The rhythmic "didi" sound of the instrument is all around my ears, which is especially harsh in the silent ward.

On the white hospital bed, a man lay quietly, with an instrument resting on his right leg.

Gong Yumo's face was pale, and there were many fine beads of sweat on his forehead and cheeks.

The treatment by the instrument would bring a huge pain, and ordinary people could not bear it, but he tightened his thin lips, trying not to make a sound.

Professor Pi was wearing a white coat, holding a tablet and standing beside the hospital bed to record the data brought by the instrument.

He looked at the man who was holding back on the hospital bed, and said distressedly, "Ah Mo, if you can't bear it, just call out."

Gong Yumo seemed to have not heard his words, his brows were slightly frowned, and he still didn't say anything.

Professor Pi looked at the red on the data and sighed heavily.

The treatment in the past few days has not brought much improvement to his condition, and his right leg has no strength at all, and it has become extremely difficult to even get out of bed, requiring the help of crutches.

He stopped the instrument above Gong Yumo's right leg, and immediately after, the "didi" sound of the instrument in the ward also stopped.

The ward fell into a deathly silence again.

But Gong Yumo's deep breathing could be heard because of forbearance.

The phone on the nearby cabinet rang, and Professor Pi glanced at it, ready to hang up for him.

In his current situation, he needs to rest assured and recuperate from his illness, and it is not suitable for him to worry about domestic trivial matters.

Gong Yumo glanced at the screen, saw the word "Zhou Linran", and insisted on reaching out to take the phone from Professor Pi's hand.

Professor Pi had no choice but to hand him the phone.

"Hello?" His voice was hoarse and low.

When Zhou Linran heard it, he immediately asked, "How is it? The voice doesn't sound very good."

"It's fine." Gong Yumo said in a low voice, "I just finished receiving treatment."

After speaking, he gave Professor Pi a look.

Seeing this, Professor Pi reluctantly put down the tablet in his hand, and then went out from the ward.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Linran was silent for a while, and said, "She signed it, but she changed the agreement you had drawn up with a lawyer before, and didn't ask you for a penny."

Gong Yumo smiled wryly, "She is just so stubborn, so stubborn that it makes people feel distressed, I really don't know what to say about her."

"I won't send you the agreement. I'll put it away for you first. I'll decide whether to sign it or not when you come back." Zhou Linran sighed and said, "I think you should talk about the suffering you suffered over there." , she had no idea."

"She doesn't need to know this." Gong Yumo's voice was very gentle, as if thinking of An Xiaoyue's appearance, he said with a smile, "In case she knows about it, she will feel guilty and cry."

One and two are so stubborn.

Zhou Linran shook his head helplessly and asked, "How is your health recently?"

Gong Yumo laughed and said in a calm voice, "When I return to China, please remember to order me a better wheelchair."

"What do you mean?"

Gong Yumo smiled, "I may need this thing for the rest of my life."

The heat of the news continued, and An Xiaoyue didn't even dare to leave the house these days.

She could no longer face the gossip that was trying to swallow her up, and she couldn't make her baby listen to the nasty things.

It's just that she never expected that what she had prayed for ten thousand times in her heart still happened.

At noon, she received a call from Aunt Chen.

"Xiaoyue! Mr. An is sick!"

At that moment, An Xiaoyue couldn't move as if she had been struck by lightning!
My mind went blank, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably.

She stood there, her face pale, she moved her lips to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

On the other end of the phone, Li Xiangyun snatched Aunt Chen's phone and shouted, "Yueyue! Your father is hospitalized, come here quickly!"

Hearing her mother's call, she seemed to come alive. Before she had time to think, her body reacted quickly.

She went out quickly and stood anxiously at the intersection to take a taxi.

At this time, it was hot at noon, and it was also the time when taxi drivers were changing shifts, so there were too few empty cars coming and going.

An Xiaoyue was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Now if you call Yunyun to come back to pick her up, the round-trip time will be delayed by an hour.

She can't wait.

She stood under the scorching sun, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

At this time, a black Bentley parked next to her.

The black window in the back seat opened, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

The man wears thin gold-rimmed glasses, his handsome face looks like sculpture, he wears a dark blue suit, and sits upright in the back seat.

The man raised his hand and pushed the glasses between the bridge of his nose, and slightly parted his lips, "Sister-in-law, where are you going, I'll see you off."

An Xiaoyue looked at the face somewhat similar to Gong Yumo's through the car window, and said in shock, "Gong Huaiqian?"