Wei Yan was extremely lucky. She happened to be packing her things before the house collapsed, and she had a bag hanging on her body with her mobile phone inside.

She quickly took out the mobile phone from her bag, but because her hands were shaking so much, she was never able to successfully unlock the phone. Her fingers holding the phone were so anxious that they turned white.

Suddenly a warm and strong hand held her hand.

Wei Yan raised her eyes and met Leng Yeting's eyes.

As if he was not the one who was injured, he said in an understatement: "Are you scared? Why are you crying?"

The tears hanging on the eyelashes fell with a squeak as he spoke, but the master was completely unaware of it.

She just gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't cry."

Leng Yeting raised his eyebrows, raised his fingers slightly, and the fingertips were moist. However, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a smile, and his tone seemed to be bewitching: "Are you worried about me?"

Wei Yan trembled all over, and tears filled her eyes even more.

Leng Yeting's tone softened a bit, "It doesn't hurt very much, don't make a fuss."

Wei Yan looked up at him and even found that his teeth were trembling slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the body began to tremble uncontrollably, even convulsing a bit, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Leng Yeting lowered his eyes and looked at Wei Yan.

The woman's face was pale, shaky and ugly, as if she was going to faint in the next second.

It was as if the injured person was not him, but her.

Leng Yeting looked at her uncomfortable look and felt a little strange in his heart. He endured the pain and raised his hands to hold her in his arms: "It's okay now, don't be afraid."

He even raised his hand and patted her hair gently, once and for all, to comfort her.

The trembling of Wei Yan's body gradually stopped.

She gritted her teeth and unlocked her phone, then dialed 120. After finishing the call, she immediately called Song Zhi.

After all, something unexpected happened here, and he suddenly went to the hospital, so Song Zhi needed to make arrangements.

The fact that Leng Yeting was injured and admitted to the hospital must not be revealed, otherwise there is no telling what kind of speculation it will cause.

120 came quickly.

When the two arrived at the hospital, Song Zhi was already waiting at the entrance of the hospital.

The wound area was too large, so Leng Yeting was taken for emergency surgery, while Wei Yan and Song Zhi were waiting outside.

Song Zhi looked at Wei Yan's bloodless face and whispered: "Secretary Wei, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? You should also go and get checked."

Wei Yan is pregnant, how dare you.

She just shook her head.

What's more, she was well protected by Leng Yeting, and there were no wounds on her body.

Wei Yan sat down on a long row of cold chairs at the door of the operating room and leaned on the back of the chair with some fatigue: "I'm fine."

Wei Yan had only told him to rush to the hospital before, but didn't say anything else.

Song Zhi was so frightened when he saw the two people covered in mess that he dared to ask what happened in detail. Wei Yan briefly explained the sudden collapse of the house.

Song Zhi was frightened for a while: "You and Mr. Leng... can be considered as escaping death. Fortunately, everything is fine."

Wei Yan smiled mockingly to herself. She didn't want this fatal friendship, let alone seeing Leng Yeting get hurt.

She just hopes to leave the Leng family as soon as possible and as far away from Leng Yeting as possible.

The two sat for more than an hour before the door of the operating room opened.

The doctor came out and said: "The wound has been sutured and will be out soon."

The doctor gave some precautions, and Song Zhi wrote them down one by one.

Wei Yan's heart relaxed when he heard that Leng Yeting was okay.

Wei Yan said calmly: "Since there is nothing wrong, I will go back and rest first."

Song Zhi looked at her in surprise: "Mr. Leng...maybe he wants to see you."

Wei Yan twitched the corner of his mouth without emotion.

But she was so distraught at the moment that she didn't know how to see him.

Not long after, Leng Yeting left the operating room.

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, his face was unusually pale and he looked even colder.

Seeing that Song Zhi was the only one, Leng Yeting looked at Song Zhi expressionlessly: "Where is the person?"

Even without saying the name, Song Zhi knew who it was and said quickly: "Secretary Leng was probably frightened, so he has been keeping watch here. I heard that you were fine, so I went back to rest."

Leng Yeting said nothing, but his face was obviously not happy.

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