After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

Thinking about herself who had walked through the mud and was reborn, and thinking about the days when Wen Rao and Chunfeng had always been by her side, Wang Ying finally figured it out.

"Raorao, I'm lucky to have you and Chunfeng as my two good friends.

There were many times when I almost couldn't hold on, and you pulled me out of the quagmire.

You are my lifelong friends and my benefactors.

I'll listen to you this time."

Wang Ying held Wen Rao's hand.

Feeling her genuine trust, Wen Rao also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I will still be your relative in the future, and I will call you aunt from now on.

As for Chunfeng, she will also call you aunt following Zhuang Tao.

Well, if you count it this way, Tuantuan and I are of the same generation.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoyan and Tuantuan became brothers.

So, little aunt, please remember to take care of me and Xiaoyan in the future."

Wen Rao's words made Wang Ying laugh and cry.

Although the high fever has not subsided, the condition is much better than before.

In fact, Wang Ying was not only grateful to Wen Rao, but also felt guilty.

Wen Rao has so much to do, but she still has to find time to take care of her.

What reason does she have for not improving herself?

The person who is under the most pressure now is Wen Rao.

"Mrs. Zhan, it's urgent."

Just then, the butler's voice sounded outside the door.

Wen Rao's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

"Butler, I'll be right out."

Wen Rao agreed and prepared to leave.

"Raorao, I'll go with you to take a look."

Wang Ying also recognized the butler's voice and guessed that something had happened to the old man.

“You stay here!

You are a patient!

Take care of yourself first!"

Wen Rao's decisive attitude made Wang Ying hesitate for a moment, and then she nodded heavily.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Wen Rao was right. She was a patient now. If she infected the old man again, it would be even more troublesome.

"Tell me what's going on with the old man."

Wang Ying was always worried about the old man's health.

"Don't worry, the old man will be fine."

Although Wen Rao said this, she was very anxious in her heart.

But she couldn't show it in front of Wang Ying.

Wen Rao and the housekeeper went to the old man's yard.

“Mrs. Zhan, the old man is vomiting blood.

There was a time before when he didn’t let me tell you.

This time I’m afraid…”

The housekeeper choked up as he spoke, and Wen Rao hurriedly comforted him,

"Ling Chen said before that vomiting blood is not entirely a bad thing. It is actually bad if too much blood accumulates in the body.

Let’s think on the bright side first.”

Wen Rao was so busy comforting the housekeeper that she didn't even bother looking at the road below her feet. She stepped on empty air and fell directly down from seven or eight steps.

With a bang, Wen Rao fell down the stairs.

When the housekeeper tried to pull her out, he was also pulled down.

Jin Xi and the others were not around, and a bodyguard heard the noise and rushed over, quickly helping her and the housekeeper up.

"Butler, are you okay?"

Wen Rao ignored the piercing pain in her ankle and went to check on the housekeeper's injuries first.

The butler just scraped his knee and was not seriously injured.

Only then did Wen Rao feel relieved.

"Mrs. Zhan, you..."

The housekeeper saw that Wen Rao's palms were covered in blood and her pants were torn at the knees, oozing blood.

The ankle was also swollen, and the housekeeper was about to call a doctor when he was stopped by Wen Rao.

"Butler, I'm fine.

Don't let the old man worry.

And don't tell anyone I'm hurt."

Wen Rao didn't let the housekeeper say anything.

Things are already troublesome enough now, we can’t add more worries to the old man.

"Mrs. Zhan!"

Wen Rao had just stood still when Wu Qingshu's voice sounded from the side.