Jiang Yuezhou's tone of voice to defend Jiang Huixin's heart was so arrogant, the words she explained were perfunctory and unconvincing, and she didn't care if she really believed it or not!

The quarrel just now, the previous illness, and the sadness of the person going to the empty building at this time were imposed on Ye Beibei, making her feel hot and cold for a while, only to feel that it was dark in front of her, and she fell asleep on the bed.

When Ye Beibei opened her eyes again, she found that she was still lying in the dead and silent home, she felt dry mouth, struggled to remember, and her head became dizzy again, she knew that her cold had recurred.

With the experience of falling out of bed last time, she first reached out to get the water placed at the head of the bed, but her hands were soft as if she had no strength, trembling, and she actually touched the cup to the ground, and the water splashed on the carpet, she lay on the bed, looking at the cup that had stopped after two turns, and tears flowed out uncontrollably again.

Ye Beibei looked up at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, presumably Jiang Yuezhou would not come back. She struggled to her feet, walked into the bathroom top-heavy, and briefly freshened up, knowing that she had to go to the hospital now.

She wrapped herself tightly and went out.

In the hospital, Ye Beibei stood in the noisy and long registration queue and waited, most of the people around were accompanied, either parents, lovers, or friends, only her, standing here alone, but she didn't cry, just a little sad.

There are especially many people who get sick this season, sitting outside the doctor's office, still waiting alone. Finally numbered her, the doctor's examination results, she has a cold, but there is a murmur in the lungs, there are shadows, and she needs an infusion, otherwise it will turn into pneumonia.

After some examination and tossing, Ye Beibei, who was almost collapsed, finally sat in the infusion room, feeling the cold medicine flowing into the blood vessels, and the person was more comfortable.

There were also a lot of people in the infusion room, noisy and shouting, Ye Beibei sat there, his eyes closed and a little drowsy. Suddenly, I felt a hand touch the top of her head, and a laughing voice sounded over my head, "My little pity, you are like a stray dog left on the side of the road!"

There is no need to look up, Ye Beibei also knows who it is, there is only one person in this world who can still say such inhuman words when others are seriously ill.

Her luck is always so bad, the road is narrow, and she always meets him when she is most helpless and embarrassed.

Ye Beibei didn't want to pay attention to the person who stepped on, just raised his hand to sweep away his uninvited hand, and continued to close his eyes without talking, thinking that he would walk away in a funny way.

Some people obviously can't see the height of their eyebrows, seeing that the people around them are overcrowded and there are no seats, they actually deign to squat in front of Ye Beibei, who was so weak that he shrunk into a ball, "Ye Beibei, open your eyes, it's better to meet by chance, let's talk!"

Ye Beibei was still silent, but this did not affect Li Minglang's interest at all, and continued to talk to herself, "Are you sick?Aren't you married, what about your husband, why didn't he accompany you?Aren't you married?Why are you sitting here alone?Ask you, what about your handsome and rich husband?" Li Minglang entangled this question, as if if if she didn't answer, he would insist on asking a thousand times, ten thousand times.

Ye Beibei didn't eat in the morning, and she was weak at the moment, listening to this demon being aggressive in front of her, she only felt that her mind was even more chaotic. She opened her eyes weakly and saw that Li Minglang's whole person was in her sight, although he was squatting, but it did not affect his handsome image at all, and there were two very beautiful beauties next to him who were looking at him with their eyes.

"Let me ask you, aren't you married, aren't you married, why are you sick or here alone?" It is not surprising that Li Minglang has such a behavior, for so many years, he will always find everything to mock her, laugh at her, and watch her make a fool of herself. Ye Beibei was angry in her heart, and she couldn't argue with it, who let her marriage refuse to help, and her relationship with her husband was also on the verge of precariousness.

"Ye Beibei, aren't you married well, your husband is a big president, rich and powerful, and he is exactly the handsome and rich that everyone is looking for right now......!

The surrounding sounds became more and more noisy, Ye Beibei looked at Liminglang's mouth closed one by one, still saying something, her ears were buzzing, and everything became illusory. She stretched out her hand, reluctantly trying to grab Li Minglang, but before she could touch him, she was slapped down by him maliciously, and continued to chatter at her.

Ye Beibei's body softened, and he slid down from his seat, and the tide hit him like darkness and silence.

Seeing Ye Beibei like this, Li Minglang was suddenly startled, only to realize that her situation was originally a thousand times worse than he thought, and quickly reached out to support her, but he only had time to grab her arm. Looking at Ye Beibei who fell to the ground, Liminglang's face turned white, cold sweat suddenly broke out in his vest, he reached out to pick up Ye Beibei, tore off the infusion needle on the back of her hand, and ran to the emergency room with his legs raised, and the people around him hurriedly dodged a way.

Ye Beibei woke up and found herself lying in a white single room, which was not the same as the noisy infusion room, it was very quiet, and she still had a hanging needle. Ye Beibei turned his head to look around, and saw the sunny shining into the ward, and a tall and slender figure stood in front of the window, as if looking at the scenery outside the window, with a straight back, like a sculpture. For a while, she thought it was Jiang Yuezhou, and raised her head in surprise, but after blinking her eyes again, she saw that it was Li Minglang, and she felt a disappointment in her heart, and fell back to the bed.

"You're awake!" Dawn Lang, who heard the movement, turned around, and Ye Beibei looked at his good-looking face with a hint of loneliness, but it was fleeting.

"You've been sick for a few days, why did you come to the hospital! The doctor said that you fainted because of low blood sugar, and you haven't eaten well in the past few days!" Li Minglang came over and sat on the edge of her bed, although she still counted her, but this time she finally didn't hold on to the question of where her husband went.

Ye Beibei opened her mouth and wanted to say thank you, but found that her voice was hoarse, as if she was humming.

Li Minglang stared at her with a blank expression on his face, silent, when he didn't speak, it was far more terrifying than when he spoke, Ye Beibei vigilantly shrank his body into the quilt.

"Ye Beibei, how does it feel to marry Jiang Yuezhou?" Liminglang's long and narrow phoenix eyes flashed with cold stars, and his voice was low, and he couldn't hear joy or anger.