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

"Xiao Jing, do you think that brother really can't see it? How much have you been wronged at Leng's house? How can I not know?"

An Xianyang looked at An Xiaojing, even if she pretended that she was not injured, would he still believe her?If she really had a good life, she wouldn't even have children.

But as an older brother, he was so powerless.

The mood suddenly became complicated.

"Brother, even if this matter is over, what life needs is to look forward, and we can't stay in one place forever. Since the child is gone, it means that he and I have no fate."

An Xiaojing had already walked up to An Xianyang, and cast a sidelong glance at Leng Yichen, there was still a faint blood stain at the corner of his mouth, but her attitude was very indifferent, she said she didn't care, but she really didn't care about Leng Yichen. Yichen's life and death.

"Xiao Jing!" An Xianyang seemed hesitant to speak.

"Anyway, this matter ends here." An Xiaojing only had An Xianyang in her eyes, but it was different from the past, when she saw her brother, her eyes would light up.

This time, her eyes were too dim.

"Since you're here, why don't you sit for a while longer! Uncle Lin, go make tea." Leng Yichen wiped the corner of his mouth, no matter how unhappy he was, he still wouldn't care about these two people.

"Yes, young master!" Uncle Lin nodded, and asked his servants to bring the first-aid kit by the way.

"No need, you'd better keep this smoky place for yourself and enjoy it, I can't bear it. Also, Leng Yichen, if you do anything to my sister again, don't blame me for being rude."

An Xianyang looked at Leng Yichen angrily, if An Xiaojing hadn't stopped him, he couldn't guarantee what he would do to this person.Especially, when he saw Leng Yichen's attitude towards him as having nothing to do with him, his anger once again churned in his chest.

"Brother!" An Xiaojing shouted, but before she could say anything else, An Xianyang suddenly fell to the ground.

An Xiaojing's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to support him, but because of lack of strength, the man fell to the ground.

Leng Yichen saw it, and stepped over, An Xianyang was a little shorter than him, Leng Yichen directly held the man's arm.

But An Xianyang was still unconscious.

"Uncle Lin, call an ambulance!" Leng Yichen turned around and ordered to Uncle Lin.

"It's the young master!" Uncle Lin was still holding the freshly brewed tea in his hand, but he didn't expect such a change to happen just by turning around.

But he quickly called a car over.

The emergency personnel of the hospital lifted An Xianyang's body into the ambulance, and An Xiaojing followed him out.

"How long has your brother been in this situation?"

Leng Yichen knew that An Xianyang was still sick, but he never knew that An Xianyang's dizzy rhythm was beyond his expectation.

"He used to be in a vegetable state, but after he was cured, he became like this." An Xiaojing's eyes followed An Xianyang's body all the time, and she didn't feel relieved until the man was completely taken away by the ambulance.

"I'll go to the hospital to see him!" An Xiaojing turned around and finally met Leng Yichen's eyes.

For a long time, she didn't look at these eyes seriously, because every time, she could see her lost child in his eyes, as long as it was this person, it would make her feel very painful.

But now, it seems that even the pain has been numb.

An Xiaojing's emotions were completely hidden by her. Facing that person, there was no anger but peace.

And stillness is the most terrible silence.

"Let me go, your body is still recovering." Leng Yichen's voice was more gentle than the previous indifference.

Perhaps for this woman, he is giving a little sympathy and pity.

Therefore, he himself never thought that he would be so gentle.

"No, that's my brother. He hates you so much, I believe he won't give you a good face when he sees you." An Xiaojing stated very calmly, even the word hate was understated.

"I said, I'll go!" Leng Yichen suddenly raised his voice.

However, as if realizing this, he softened his voice: "You stay at home."

After finishing speaking, he got into the car. An Xiaojing looked at his back and the car going further and further away, feeling desolate in her heart.

Leng Yichen's attitude toward himself is changing day by day, maybe it's really because of the guilt he felt for losing that child.

But what is guilt alone?Could it be that her life is for others to keep apologizing to herself?

To hate someone is something that cannot be controlled. She is not perfect enough to even choose to tolerate a person who lost her child.

Therefore, no matter how nice Leng Yichen became, no matter how nice he was to himself, it had nothing to do with her.

The sky suddenly rained.

Slightly cool.

An Xiaojing shrinks her body, she suddenly misses a very warm embrace.

In that embrace, I seemed to be protected forever, not even a drop of rain could stain me.

Is it that person?

However, the hair is already very wet, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

"Young Mistress, go in quickly!" Uncle Lin held up an umbrella and completely protected An Xiaojing's body under the umbrella, while his own body was outside the umbrella.

An Xiaojing's eyelashes were dripped with water just now.

Turning around, he looked at the pale old man and his wet clothes.

"Uncle Lin, go back and let me be alone here!" An Xiaojing insisted stubbornly. For some reason, she just didn't want to go back.

"Young Mistress, it's raining. You haven't recovered yet. If you stand here alone, you'll catch a cold." The rain was getting bigger and bigger, and Uncle Lin's voice swayed with the swaying wind and rain.

"No, Uncle Lin, let me be quiet! Alone." An Xiaojing didn't move.

Uncle Lin had no choice but to put the umbrella in An Xiaojing's hand.

It's just that An Xiaojing has been insisting. He understands the temper of the young mistress too much. Once he insists on something, it's useless for him to say anything.

This point is very similar to the young master.

"Thank you!" An Xiaojing smiled at the old man, and for the first time felt like an old man in her heart.

After seeing all kinds of things in the world, I put a very old soul in a relatively young body.

She didn't even know how long she had been in the rain with an umbrella, and she seemed to have walked to a place she had always longed for without knowing it.

The tranquility there is the footsteps she has been pursuing, and it seems that only there can face the most authentic self.

And she no longer has to smile in the face of sadness.