Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

"Brother Zhenhuan, can my brother recover?"

"Yes, I asked the doctor just now, and he said that the disease caused by your brother's body before was not eradicated, so he just fell into a coma for a while, and he will recover after a while." Yu Zhenhuan comforted.

"In this case, let me stay in the hospital!" An Xiaojing didn't move her eyes, she still looked at An Xianyang's face.

"You've been outside for too long, if Young Master Leng knows..."

"Don't mention him. He doesn't deserve it!" An Xiaojing's voice suddenly became more hateful.

All of this must have something to do with Leng Yichen.

Even if it wasn't his fault, then the brother's current situation is also related to him.

"Boom, boom, boom!" There was an urgent knock on the door, and An Xiaojing's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"An Xiaojing, open the door." It was Leng Yichen's voice.

Like her, Yu Zhenhuan showed an extremely surprised expression, how could Leng Yichen find this place.

"I know you're inside. Open the door!" Leng Yichen roared angrily.

After An Xiaojing's phone call failed, he received an unfamiliar number, a man's voice, he couldn't recognize who it was, told himself that An Xiaojing and Yu Zhenhuan were in the hospital.

He thought that something happened to An Xiaojing, but the person on the phone said that he knew about it when he went.

Leng Yichen's mood mixed with anger.

If he could, he would have smashed the glass on the door with one blow.

"It's Young Master Leng!" Yu Zhenhuan looked at An Xiaojing, and then saw An Xianyang on the hospital bed.

"Don't let him know that my brother is here, I'm afraid it will be bad for him!" An Xiaojing looked calm in the face of danger, and soon, An Xianyang was hidden on a hospital bed by her, while Yu Zhenhuan was lying on another bed. A hospital bed.

At the same time, Leng Yichen had kicked the door open.

What caught his eyes was An Xiaojing sitting next to the unconscious Yu Zhenhuan.

Leng Yichen seemed to be even more angry.

"An Xiaojing, you're quite capable, don't tell me you're here to take care of him?" Leng Yichen's eyes were filled with an endless black abyss, such pupils seemed to be able to swallow the person in front of him.

"So what? I was saved by him, and it's not a bad thing to repay my benefactor." An Xiaojing's thoughts were still with her brother, and she was also full of anger.

Because from the bottom of her heart, she thought that Leng Yichen and An Xianyang's illness had something to do with each other.

"Oh? Then shouldn't I praise you for your gratitude?" Leng Yichen said in a mocking tone, and looked at Yu Zhenhuan who was on the hospital bed.

"He lay there quietly, really like a dead man."

"Leng Yichen, speak with respect. Are you happy to insult others with such words?" An Xiaojing asked angrily.

"Why, isn't it? If the illness is not serious and involves life and death, why should you take care of it? Doesn't he have a younger sister? What kind of mess is a person who doesn't even visit his close relatives?"

Leng Yichen's tone was completely sarcastic.

"Mr. Leng said this, as if you will be surrounded when you are sick." An Xiaojing shot back coldly.

"However, Young Master Leng's health is indeed good. I haven't seen that kind of people who attract so much attention and come to see you."

"An Xiaojing, be careful what you say!" Leng Yichen was a little irritated by what she said.

"What? I'm angry now! Leng Yichen, you must remember that if one day you are about to die, there are so many people who watch you surround you or take advantage of you, it is definitely not me, and there is absolutely no me! "

Her anger was running high, and her brother was under another hospital bed.

And every weak breath my brother took was like a knife piercing An Xiaojing's heart.

"Oh? You're very angry today?" Leng Yichen snorted coldly, he didn't know why, An Xiaojing was in a very explosive state.

"Ahem!" Yu Zhenhuan was on the side, he couldn't help it anymore, he kept pretending to be unconscious, but he still wanted to turn around.

"You two, if you like to quarrel, go out. This place is for patients, you are not welcome." Yu Zhenhuan coughed a few more times, and whispered in his mouth: "Damn Huanluo, even my brother Don't look at it. Even if I get sick, I will be so unwelcome."

"Brother Zhenhuan, I'm sorry!" An Xiaojing turned around, her apology was very sincere.

Yu Zhenhuan helped her find her brother, and now she still helps herself, she feels grateful and sorry.

"Young Master Yu is seriously ill!" Leng Yichen looked over, but was very disdainful.

It seems that this person is really dead now, and he will not shed a tear.

"It's serious, but you've been staying here, I'm afraid you won't be able to recover." Yu Zhenhuan looked at the two of them, intending to push them away.

"In this case, let's go." After finishing speaking, Leng Yichen grabbed An Xiaojing's hand without emotion, and then walked towards the door.

"Let go of me, Leng Yichen!"

"What, go back and look for him? A dying man? Then take care of her? An Xiaojing, you really take yourself seriously."

Leng Yichen's mood was depressed to the extreme, but also jumped to a new height.

"If possible, I'd rather stay in that ward all the time. Leng Yichen, don't think that all women like to be on your body. You can't feel how cold your house is?"

"What stimulated you today? How many degrees has your consciousness changed? An Xiaojing, you are pregnant with a child! Give me peace of mind!" Surprisingly, Leng Yichen didn't yell at her anymore , An Xiaojing didn't even say a word when she hung up dozens of calls.

"Ha, I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me!" An Xiaojing's tone was also sarcastic, she was obviously the child of the two of them, but she didn't feel the love of her parents at all.

In the future, children will face endless quarrels between their parents.

"Get in the car!" Leng Yichen said coldly, but he didn't pursue what happened tonight.

If An Xiaojing had appeared in Yu Zhenhuan's ward before, he would have caused trouble, but now, it was surprisingly quiet.

The reason An Xiaojing could guess was a guilty conscience.

But why should she guess what this man is thinking.

As soon as the car's engine started, the dark road was illuminated by the headlights.

She was still thinking about An Xianyang, and she didn't know if his coma this time was artificial like what Yu Zhenhuan said, but the most important thing was that person's ability to wake up.

"You have something on your mind!!" Leng Yichen also noticed this, and suddenly asked, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the carriage.

An Xiaojing ignored that person, still turned her body to the window, her expression was a little wandering.