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

"You just say whether you can take this job or not. If you cure him, I will increase your salary by ten times! There is no lie!" Leng Yichen did not hesitate. With him, the money is just a number.

And Han Su on the other end of the phone was a little dumbfounded.

Leng Yichen has never been so generous to himself, ten times?He calculated with his fingers, it was indeed enough for him to enjoy the rest of his life.

"Leng, Young Master Leng, you just trust me, my medical skills, are you so sure?"

He has seen An Xianyang's illness before, and it cannot be solved simply.

If you really want to spend your mind on this, it will definitely take some effort.

"I believe you, Han Su. Don't let me lose the chain at a critical moment. The private doctor of Leng's family must be more skilled than the doctors in these hospitals." Leng Yichen evaluated Han Su's career very seriously.

"Ah, Mr. Leng, don't say that, man, I can't guarantee you whether he will be fine or not, but I will try my best."

After all, the temptation is too great, and he, Han Su, definitely has the money to negotiate.

"That's it!" Leng Yichen hung up the phone, and the driver who picked him up drove over.

It was still raining, and he stood under the eaves, but his hair was soaked.

"Master, get in the car!"

The man opened the car door for Leng Yichen, and soon he got in, and the car drove towards the villa again.

An Xiaojing sat on the sofa, staring at the products that Su Muying brought at that time, no matter how uncomfortable she felt, she seemed to be drained.

She could only stare blankly at the fonts printed on it, and the delicate appearance of layers of wrapping paper.

"looking at what?"

The voice was a bit gentle, not at all like the old Leng Yichen.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw the little man sitting on the sofa.

In my heart, I suddenly became quiet.

It seems that no matter what happened outside, when I saw this woman when I got home, I threw all the unhappiness before into the sky.

When did An Xiaojing become the person she felt most at ease in her heart.

It's safe to be near this person.

An Xiaojing didn't even raise her head, she stared at the wrapping paper in her hand, a little lost in thought.

But of course she knew it was Leng Yichen.

But there is just nothing to say.

It doesn't matter if you let her sit in a daze quietly, or look at the starry sky map she made for the baby in the past, as long as she doesn't have to communicate with Leng Yichen, everything will not be so annoying.

"Have you eaten yet?" Leng Yichen asked again, not caring at all that An Xiaojing didn't respond to him, since she chose to be so quiet, let her personality go.

"Young Master, Young Mistress has been alone in the living room. She has been doing this for a long time. When the Second Young Master came back just now, she was in a slightly better mood. But after the Second Young Master went out, she became like this. She doesn't eat or drink, Just stare at what's in your hand."

Uncle Lin just wanted to tell the complete truth, because the young mistress had been there for so long, and he was a little worried.

"Well, I see!" Leng Yichen nodded, his eyes never leaving An Xiaojing's body.

Feeling a little pity, he could only look at the man sitting quietly on the sofa like a soulless rag doll.

"Go down, I'll get her some food later, you should go to bed early!"

"Okay, but if you need me, young master, just call me!" Uncle Lin gave An Xiaojing a worried look, and then retreated from the living room.

Leng Yichen's body slowly approached that person, her eyes were very dull, and she didn't care about this person's approach.

Leng Yichen squatted down slightly, his hand was going to touch her head, but before touching her, he froze in mid-air.

She hates herself, so she probably hates her touch too.

"You once asked me if I could play the piano, did I tell you? I can play!"

Leng Yichen said softly to that person, although seeing An Xiaojing still didn't have much reaction to him, he straightened his deeply bent body.

In another corner of the living room, there is a piano covered by white lace gauze. It seems that he hasn't touched this piano for a long time.

In his memory, when he played the piano last time, his mother was still around.

Leng Yichen's pretty hands gently lifted the gauze on the piano, as if to uncover a long-awaited gift.

There are many memories in his eyes, and there is also a strong unworthy affection.

"Do you want to hear it?"

Leng Yichen asked, even if he knew that person would not give him a reply.

He sat down anyway, without even the music score, put his hands on the piano and started playing.

With the sound of the piano, An Xiaojing was slightly stunned, but soon she regained her composure.

She raised her eyes and looked over. She had heard this song before, it was called the wedding in her dream.

When she was young, she was the same as every girl who loved fantasy. She hoped that she could have a dreamy wedding like a princess, marry the person she likes, and then grow old happily with her prince.

Such a piece of music is provoking her hopeful nerves one by one.

An Xiaojing's eyes were slightly moist.

But, even a single tear could not fall.

What kind of life must be lived to make her tears dry up.

Leng Yichen's hands danced flexibly on the black and white keys of the piano, with unprecedented sincerity.

Suddenly, his song changed, it was no longer the previous one, but it carried deep memories.

The new song has a very sad feeling, but it is somewhat similar to Leng Yichen's temperament. It turns out that Leng Yichen is such a lonely person in his heart.

An Xiaojing looked a little dazed, the wrapping paper in her hand had long been deformed by her pinching.

She actually listened in.

Leng Yichen finished playing, but he didn't get up immediately, his eyes were fixed on the black and white keys, as if there was a very sad story hidden here.

But he was unwilling to confide a word, just because no one would listen.

He stood up and covered the white lace cloth again.The action is a little cautious.

Before An Xiaojing looked away, he cast his gaze over.

"Does it sound good?" Leng Yichen asked.It's like a child begging for candy from an adult.

Work hard to express yourself just to get an answer you want.

An Xiaojing's dull eyes have long been replaced by her current indifferent eyes.

It's just that when she met this person, she was so tired that she didn't know how to face this person again.

"If you like, I will play it for you in the future." Leng Yichen's voice was very peaceful and gentle.

She opened her eyes slightly, and it seemed that at the same time, the figure in front of her and the one in the studio slowly overlapped.

He, or Leng Yichen?