After marrying the richest husband

The sky has not yet brightened, and the gray air is connected with the distant clouds and mists, making it look indescribably cramped.

Xu Qiran didn't dare to delay, put on his clothes in a hurry, went downstairs and drove, and rushed all the way to Sangqiao's house.

The old-fashioned gatekeepers in the community are not very responsible, and the iron gates are not even locked at night.

Xu Qiran climbed up the stairs, took a few breaths in front of the door, and knocked on the door: "Sangqiao, Sangqiao? Open the door!"

The house was quiet.

It was not yet six o'clock in the morning.

Xu Qiran was afraid that the knock on the door would wake up the other neighbors, so he took out his mobile phone and made several consecutive calls to Sangqiao.

When dialing to the third time.

The door ahead opened.

Sang Qiao seemed to have just got up from the bed, and he was a little dazed.

He yawned and waved to Xu Qiran: "Brother Ran, I just fell asleep, why are you here?"

This room is very old layout, there is no window in the living room.

The faint light leaked from the bedroom, illuminating Sang Qiao's entire face paler than paper.

But other than that.

Sang Qiao's state is completely different from when he called him more than an hour ago.

Xu Qiran's heart sank suddenly, he pulled Sang Qiao's arm and closed the door, then went straight to the bedroom, and saw the white medicine bottle on the small table at a glance.

There was no printing on the medicine bottle, and it was placed there alone.

Xu Qiran stepped over, picked up the medicine bottle and shook it.

Very light, almost weightless.

The pills inside were all empty.

Xu Qiran slammed the medicine bottle on the table: "Sangqiao! Are you dying!?"

The pajamas on Sang Qiao seemed to be one size too big, making his whole body thinner.

He moved his eyes hesitantly, stared at the medicine bottle for a long time, and then explained seriously: "There is only one meal of medicine left in it."

Xu Qiran was so angry that his chest heaved violently a few times: "You go to Dr. Luan's for a fixed amount of medicine every time you see a doctor, Sang Qiao, are you lying to a fool?!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao's eyes wandered for a moment, as if he was a little suspicious, and he said after a while: "This box is not newly opened, it is from the previous family."

Sang Qiao, who has been ill for a long time, has become a master by himself. He has already mastered 180 kinds of experience such as coping with various psychiatrists' clichés, and he uses them without repetition.

Xu Qiran couldn't tell whether Sang Qiao's words were true or false, so he forcibly confiscated the medicine bottle, and suppressed his temper: "How do you feel now?"

Sang Qiao sat down on the small chair obediently, with his hands and feet neatly arranged: "I feel pretty good. I don't want to cut myself or others. Please rest assured, sir."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran can rest assured that there will be ghosts.

With a long sigh, he took out the soy milk and steamed buns he bought on the way out of the bag and handed them to Sang Qiao: "Take it and eat on the way, and I'll take you to Luan Yinan's place."

Sang Qiao rubbed his eyes, took the food sleepily, held it in his hand and shook his head: "I'm not going to see a doctor, you can send me back to the program group by the way, I still have to train today."

Xu Qiran was at a loss, and he didn't dare to continue asking about Fu Xingzhou at this time.

He turned around and went to the closet in the house to find a thin down jacket and handed it to Sang Qiao: "Let's go. Put it on, it's getting colder outside today."

Sang Qiao took a sip of the soy milk in the cup, obediently followed Xu Qiran downstairs.

The meeting time for the program group on Monday is eight o'clock in the morning.

Sang Qiao finished his breakfast in the car, and then vomited up all the breakfast he ate on the way.

In the end, Xu Qiran floated back to the training room with a breeze in his sleeves amidst Xu Qiran's angry speech.

After the ranking of the first performance came down, a group of low-ranking trainees were eliminated, and the original classes a to f were also reduced to classes a to d.

Then the top six trainees with the most votes from netizens will serve as the c positions of different teams in the next performance, forming six teams.

At the same time, the competition repertoire for the next performance will be selected by lottery this Monday.

Not long after the trainees entered the training room, they were shouted into the central hall by the loudspeaker.

The program photography is all in place.

There are six whiteboards on a wall in the back of the hall, and a song title is posted on each whiteboard.

Sang Qiao and the other class A trainees had just walked into the hall not long ago.

I saw Yi Chu and the three mentors coming in from another door.

Yi Chu first glanced at all the trainees, then paused on Sang Qiao for a few seconds, and finally said: "The next round of performance, which is everyone's second performance on stage, now It has been placed in front of you by the staff."

All the trainees glanced at the content on the whiteboard in unison.

Yi Chu continued: "Today, the right to choose the repertoire is in your hands. Let's compete fairly, let's have a relay race within the group, which group has the shortest time, and which group will pick first, how about it?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Who can come up with such a genius idea.

Sang Qiao hadn't slept all night since last night, and with the effects of the medicine, now he just felt dizzy as if he was stepping on cotton.

However, all trainees are boys, and sports are not a weakness.

As soon as Yi Chu finished speaking, he won unanimous approval from the audience.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao moved his feet, and followed up at the end of the line with a sad face.

The office building rented by the program group has a dedicated gymnasium. The venue is very empty, which is very suitable for strenuous exercise such as running.

The so-called intra-group relay rules are also very simple.

For the 100-meter turn-back run, the time for all members of each group to complete the race is summed up and sorted at the end.

Due to the selection of the c position of different teams, most of the trainees in class a were broken up into their own teams.

Sang Qiao, Fang Yuzhou, and Jiang Tong were assigned to different performance teams.

Even, when the relay race is about to start.

Fang Yuzhou was standing on the left side of Sangqiao.

Jiang Tong stood on the right side of the Sang Bridge.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao felt that his head was hurting, and he could still hear his heart beating heavily.

And everything in front of him began to spin like a kaleidoscope.

The grain of the yellow wooden floor is twisted and deformed in the sight of Sangqiao.

He subconsciously wiped the layer of sweat from his forehead, and began to wonder if he really took too much medicine yesterday.

It's a pity he really doesn't remember.

Yi Chu blew a whistle that interrupted Sang Qiao's endless thoughts, and he hurried forward with Jiang Tong and Fang Yuzhou beside him.

But just ran out a step.

Sang Qiao felt himself falling down, his knees softened, and he knelt straight on the solid wood floor.

boom--

Very muffled sound.

For a moment, Sang Qiao couldn't tell whether the impact was louder or his own heartbeat was louder.

It's just that there is darkness in front of my eyes, and there are noisy noises in my ears.

He subconsciously reached out and scratched around, but he couldn't grab anything.

The fastest spreading word in this world is human speech.

I don't know if it was the staff of the program group or the temporary handyman who posted what happened in the morning on Weibo, without pictures, only a paragraph of text.

The name Sangqiao has become popular these days. When reo first appeared on Weibo, only a few people questioned it in disbelief.

In the afternoon, a low-resolution video was quietly posted on the Internet.

It looks like it was captured from a camera, and it's not very clear, but the person in the image does look like Sang Qiao.

Less than three 10 minutes.

Sang Qiao fainted

This topic has already been top ten on Weibo.

After the last performance, Sangqiao finally has a moderate number of fans.

Although the fan group can be divided into CP fans and pure fans, Zhengsu fans and clay sculpture fans; CP fans can be divided into nearly a dozen queues...

But this time.

These fans have left messages under the official blog of the program, asking the official blog to inform or clarify the news about Sang Qiao in time.

Hey Qiaoqiao eat candy er:?The official blog has been pretending to be dead since the incident happened this morning?Why can't I tell you about the situation?

Holding high the banner of porridge and buckwheat: I'm so worried and crying... But I've also heard that Qiaoqiao's health has not been very good... What's going on?

Long live Chu Qiao: I saw Chu Chu was the first one to rush up, let me take a sip of blood sugar, just a qaq

Did Zhuang Hui blog today: Is it okay to knock blood sugar?Qiaoqiao belongs to my family!

The official blog still hasn't posted a blog, and the comment area is getting more and more sexist.

And at this moment in the emergency center of the general hospital.

The low pressure centered on Yi Chu spread throughout the entire program group.

It had been almost two hours since Sangqiao was sent in, except for the doctors and nurses who came in and out.

Everyone else's atmosphere seemed to be stagnant and quiet.

About ten minutes passed.

A gray-haired doctor opened the door and walked out of the emergency room. The nurse next to him immediately wiped his sweat with a towel.

The doctor took off the mask: "Which of you are family members?"

There was silence.

The doctor's face sank: "Is there no family member?"

Seeing the doctor like this, Yi Chu panicked more and more: "I'm sorry, I can't contact his father. His father excused himself by saying that he is not free for the time being."

The doctor's face became even more ugly: "What else? The patient's condition is special, and I have to interview the family."

Yi Chu also didn't care that the people around the program group were still there: "His husband flew overnight on a business trip last night. I called on the way here, and he will arrive in less than an hour at the earliest."

Others in the program group: "..."

The rest of the program group: "???"

Yi Chu can't control others at this time, he feels that he is not far away from Liang.

Maybe Fu Xingzhou would chop him up first when he came back.

He took two steps forward, away from the rest of the program crew, and hurriedly whispered to the doctor: "Money is not a problem, please be sure..."

The old doctor interrupted him directly, with a serious face: "Of course money is not a problem. The patient has heart failure caused by drug overdose, and it doesn't matter how much money you take. Do you understand me?"

Yi Chu: "..."

Yi Chu was stunned for a moment: "Drug overdose?"

Before the doctor could answer Yi Chu's words, there was a rush of footsteps from the crowd.

Xu Qiran pushed aside the other people standing at the door of the emergency room, ran straight to the doctor, and took a breath: "Hello, I am the patient's manager. I understand the patient's situation. He has no family members. I can sign for him. It's his legal power of attorney."

In Xu Qiran's hand was a piece of creased paper, and at the end of the paper was signed Sang Qiao's name crookedly.

That was Sang Qiao when he hadn't learned how to sign in cursive script.

The doctor confirmed the power of attorney, looked at Xu Qiran carefully, and seemed to think for a moment: "The patient has a long history of taking psychotropic drugs, do you know this?"

Yi Chu was stunned: "What?!"

Xu Qiran glanced at Yi Chu: "Yes, I know."

The doctor nodded: "We will conduct a full-body examination for the patient later, which may involve the patient's body. If it is convenient, please come with me to sign."

Xu Qiran hesitated for a moment, and was about to follow the doctor's footsteps.

But he heard a voice from outside the crowd.

"Hold on."

The voice was cold and icy, but if you listen carefully, you can hear an almost gloomy tension.

"He is my lover, I will sign."