The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

Meng Xingluan decided to do it today.

Because she had to stop by to change medicine. If she changed the date, her return to the capital would be delayed again.

Counting the time, she hadn't seen Fat Orange for more than half a month.

So I just heard her say to the thank you banquet: "I have to meet an employer today, and I may not be back for lunch at noon."

Hearing this, Xie Yanci quickly lowered his eyelids to hide the flash of dark color in his eyes. When he raised his eyes, they were already filled with deep worry.

He frowned slightly, "But Luanluan, your injury hasn't healed yet."

"I'm not a porcelain doll, and I went to the hospital to change my dressing and see her by the way."

Even so, Xie Yanci still didn't trust her.

But you have to be measured in your behavior.

Xie Yanci restrainedly clenched the hands hidden under the table. There was no expression on his handsome face. His brows relaxed and he smiled gently, making his whole person look gentle and harmless.

"Okay, Luan Luan can tell me if you encounter anything. My phone can be answered at any time."

After putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Xie Yanci drove Meng Xingluan to the hospital in person.

Before getting out of the car, the man approached Meng Xingluan and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

Under the woman's slightly stunned gaze, the tips of his ears turned red.

But he told her calmly, "No matter how busy you are, don't forget to eat."

Meng Xingluan laughed, "Okay."

The woman put on a mask in advance, and her waist-length black hair was draped wantonly behind her. Under the sun, her porcelain-white skin seemed to glow with a gleaming white light.

Xie Yanci watched her walk into the hospital.

It wasn't until the shadow was no longer visible that he withdrew his nostalgic gaze and restarted the car to leave.

in the hospital.

Meng Xingluan looked for the floor and ward number given by "Cure a Man's Unlucky Life".

This is the VIP area of ​​the hospital.

Unlike ordinary floors, except for medical staff and patients, there are no other irrelevant personnel here.

The privacy is relatively much higher.

Meng Xingluan stood in front of a ward, the door ajar but not tightly closed.

The woman raised her hand, raised her knuckles and knocked on the door panel.

It wasn't until "Please come in" came from inside that Meng Xingluan pushed the door open and entered.

There is only one bed in the spacious and bright ward.

There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the air, the curtains stretched to both sides, and the sun shone in through the bright glass.

The woman wearing a blue and white hospital gown turned her head. Her thin and sunken face made her look very haggard and old.

She forced a smile.

"Master Meng."

After saying this, he made a move to get out of bed, but was stopped by Meng Xingluan.

"That's fine when we say it."

Meng Xingluan's beautiful face had an expression of indifference, making it impossible to see through her true emotions.

"Thank you."

The woman said thank you sincerely.

Meng Xingluan pulled up a chair and sat down beside her hospital bed, taking off his mask.

Even though she had seen Meng Xingluan's photos on the Internet, Pu Wanyue couldn't help but be amazed.

Judging from her many years of experience in the entertainment industry, if Meng Xingluan intends to enter the entertainment industry, even if she has no strength, her face alone will make her famous.

A few seconds later, Pu Wanyue said: "Master Meng, my name is Pu Wanyue..."

"I know you, the most successful actress in the entertainment industry for several times."

Pu Wanyue is now tortured by the disease and looks like a human being. She is completely different from her bright and charming appearance before.

Due to the chemotherapy, my lush black hair fell out in bunches, I lost a lot of weight, and my body was almost skin and bones.

Judging from her appearance alone, she would live less than three months.

Pu Wanyue was stunned for only a few seconds before showing a bitter smile, and her pale fingers tightly grasped the corner of the quilt.

"Master Meng, I won't talk in circles with you anymore. I'm already dying and won't live long... Everything said on the Internet is true. I have a boyfriend."

Having said this, a painful expression appeared on Pu Wanyue's face.

Her eyelashes fluttered and her breathing went from steady to rapid.

Meng Xingluan stood up, poured her a glass of warm water, and said soothingly: "Don't be anxious, speak slowly."

"……it is good."

When Pu Wanyue opened her eyes again, there was already a layer of mist in her eyes.

She bent her knees, hugged her knees with her hands, tilted her head, and looked out the window.

His tone was bitter, "He is five years younger than me. We have known each other for twelve years and been in love for four years. When I first met him, his parents were dead and he was rejected by his uncle and aunt. I picked him up." When I came back, I was eighteen and he was thirteen."

A familiar script.

It is now a standard healing writing routine on the Internet.

Meng Xingluan had seen it before and took a few glances, but he didn't expect that such a thing actually existed in reality.

She calmly put away her thoughts and continued to listen.

"I have always regarded him as a younger brother, and he also relies on me very much. In order to support his education, I worked as a backup, sleeping three or four hours a day, and did not dare to go to the hospital when I was sick. He also felt sorry for me and studied very hard. , used the scholarship to buy me gifts, subsidize my family, and secretly work part-time jobs without telling me. He said he felt sorry for me and didn’t want me to be so tired.”

"Later, I became popular because of a role, which was a blessing in disguise. The living standards of my brother and I also improved. He was recommended to go to a foreign university, but for me, he chose to stay in China. On the night of his graduation, We are together, and I admit that I am despicable for falling in love with my own brother."

At this point, tears finally fell from Pu Wanyue's eyes.

Her vision was blurred, and sadness enveloped her thin and frail body.

"Master Meng, I thought we could be together forever, but God played a joke on me. I got acute leukemia, and he... mentally cheated."