After a flash marriage, he was doted on by a yandere CEO

Ling Shuang picked up the phone and was about to make a call, but was beaten to the spot by an incoming call.

It's Cheng Sihan.

There is a connection between the hearts.

This word came to Ling Shuang's mind, and she smiled so hard that her eyebrows crooked.

"Mr. Han." Ling Shuang answered the phone.

"Where?" The other end of the phone was cold.

"In the store." Ling Shuang got used to his indifference and asked with a smile, "Mr. Han, where are you?"

"You wait there, Zhou Yi will pick you up and take you to the hospital."

"Hospital?" Ling Shuang was nervous, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I'm fine." Cheng Sihan seemed to be smoking and blowing out plumes of smoke, "Zhou Yi will pick you up and let's see grandpa together."

"Oh." Ling Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, "Is the old man's mental state better today?"

"Ah."

Ling Shuang heard Uncle Li mention that Mr. Cheng had been lying on the hospital bed for more than a year. In the past six months, he had not been very clear-headed, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, especially in the past three months.

Mr. Cheng has been retired for eight years, and his reputation has always been in the world. He is a person who is both respected and feared.

Although Cheng Sihan used to be as indifferent to the Cheng family as a stranger, when he mentioned Mr. Cheng, there was always a look of respect in his expression.

This was the first time Cheng Sihan mentioned Mr. Cheng in front of Ling Shuang, and he was willing to take her to meet the person he respected the most. Ling Shuang was a little excited, just like a boyfriend bringing his girlfriend home to meet his parents, which means recognition.

Add one to your love confidence.

Ling Shuang had her hair styled into a half bun, her long hair was slightly curled around her shoulders, and she was wearing a long shirt and skirt with red pinstripes on a white background. A thin waist was tied around her waist, which made her legs look long and her waist slim. She was dignified yet playful. Holding a small bunch of sunflowers in his hands, he slowly walked towards Cheng Sihan who was standing at the end of the hospital corridor.

The sunlight outside the window hits Cheng Sihan like a silhouette, with one leg slightly bent and the sole of the foot against the skirting of the corner. The standing leg appears to be particularly slender and straight. He slightly raises his head and exhales a column of smoke upwards, which adds to the added beauty. A bit melancholy.

Ling Shuang's little heart was beating fast, like a girl's throbbing.

Cheng Sihan stubbed out his cigarette butts, stretched out his long legs, walked up to Ling Shuang, took Ling Shuang's hand and led him to the ward.

This was not the first time that Cheng Sihan held hands like this. His mood now was different from before, and the shyness of a girl appeared on his face.

The ward is very large, at least fifty or sixty square meters by visual inspection.

Mr. Cheng leaned weakly on the backrest of the bed that didn't look like a hospital bed, with his eyes half closed, which did not weaken his aura.

Two nurses stood on each side of the bed. Two rows of chairs were placed on each side of the end of the bed. They were also full of people. There were 9 people sitting on one side. Ling Shuang had never seen them. There were 7 people sitting on the side. They were all in the old office. I have seen it before, and this posture is quite similar to that of an ancient emperor's family banquet.

Cheng Sihan handed the bouquet in Ling Shuang's hand to the nurse waiting by the door, took Ling Shuang's hand and walked to a position three steps away from the hospital bed, and respectfully called grandpa.

Ling Shuang smiled slightly, bowed slightly, said hello to Mr. Cheng, and followed Cheng Sihan to sit on the empty chair behind Cheng Yuanlei.

"Bring over that bouquet of sunflowers." Mr. Cheng looked at the nurse at the door and spoke a little breathlessly.

Mr. Cheng took the sunflower with a smile and pushed away the ventilator mask handed over by the nurse.

"I feel quite energetic today." Mr. Cheng looked at the sunflower in his hand and said with a kind smile, "Seeing this flower makes me feel more refreshed."

"Yes, the old man is in good spirits today."

"Looking at the old man's condition, he can be discharged from the hospital after a few more days of recovery."

……

Everyone agreed with Mr. Cheng's words.

Mr. Cheng put the words in front of his nose, smelled it, fiddled with the flowers, and said with a smile: "These flowers are blooming well. This white ward is so angry."

Everyone looked at each other, and some glanced at the pile of valuable nutritional supplements stacked in the corner of the room with some shame.

Mr. Cheng added: "In the past six months, my spirit has been up and down. I really thought that I should go see the King of Hell after the rescue half a month ago..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mrs. Cheng, who was sitting next to her, patted the old man with a look of embarrassment on her face.

Mr. Cheng gently patted Mrs. Cheng's hand and said with a smile: "I was in the emergency room and heard Xiaohan say that he had married a daughter-in-law. I negotiated with the King of Hell. No matter what, I have to take a look at my grandson-in-law. Say it again."

"No, I got through it." Mr. Cheng looked proud. After laughing twice, he took the oxygen mask from the nurse and took two breaths to replenish his breath.

Half a month ago, it was Ling Shuang's birthday.

Ling Shuang looked at Cheng Sihan's indifferent profile. She couldn't contact him that day. Are you here to guard Mr. Cheng?

The corners of Ling Shuang's mouth curled up slightly. Her Mr. Han was not so cold-blooded and didn't care about family ties.

"I'm so happy to see my grandson's wife today!" Mr. Cheng glanced at Ling Shuang, then stretched out his thin hand to Ling Shuang, "Child, come here!"