Qin Tao saw that his daughter was so sensible, and he became more and more distressed: "Xiao Yu, don't worry......"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yuwei cut off the second half of the sentence and said intimately: "Dad, don't worry, I'm fine." I heard that Han Junxian is back, and I will go to the hospital to let him have a look after entertaining Mr. Lu tomorrow. ”

Qin Yuwei guessed that the doctor must have informed Qin Tao after the reexamination, and she made a relieved look, which made Qin Tao even more guilty.

Leng Wanning hurriedly served her soup, and said in a motherly and kind tone: "Xiao Yu, listen to your father, Mr. Lu is a talent, an elite in the financial industry, and he likes classical music very much......"

Qin Yu smiled and drank the soup, spoonful after spoonful, listening silently, but not a word came in his ears, maintaining the illusion of mother and son filial piety in front of his father.

In the steaming aroma of the meal, this warm and warm scene made Qin Tao deeply feel the difficulty of continuing the string and the sensibility of his daughter. Isn't that the best outcome for being a reconstituted family?

That night, Qin Yuwei was tossing and turning, and dreamed of his bloodied hands, holding a lifeless baby. She cried out for help, staring around in despair, but there was only endless darkness, and no redeeming hand reached out to her.

She knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up. The nightmare could only be allowed to go on indefinitely, like the countless nights she had spent before.

The scattered piano fragments, mottled bloodstains, broken hands, and the mournful cries of babies in her dreams made her experience the torment of hell over and over again.

The faces of the people who were clearly visible, both the ones she loved and the ones she hated, all smiled and surrounded her, watching her endure the torment in her endless suffering.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in the chaos, and Qin Yu was slightly stunned, this was something that had never been seen before.

She looked up at the light.

The familiar face and smile gradually became clear, Qin Yu was slightly excited, and stretched out his hands to touch the smiling face.

But a hand suddenly stretched out in the light and shadow pushed her into the abyss behind her......

In a strong and clear sense of weightlessness, Qin Yu opened his eyes slightly, and he no longer felt sleepy.

She stared out the window at the dry branches that pierced the sky, listened to the howling cold wind, and sat until dawn.

*

Qin Yuwei came to the revolving restaurant on the top floor of Sophia Hotel in advance, where the scenery is beautiful and you can overlook the entire city.

During the day, you can see the fairy mountains in the distance and a wave of jade belts around the city, and at night you can see the fireworks of a city, and the world is prosperous.

There were few people at noon, and Qin Yuwei went to the bathroom before the guests arrived.

When she came out, she was in a wheelchair and tried to wash her hands, but the sensor faucet was not very sensitive, and she stretched out her arm hard, but it still did not trigger the water.

Just as she was about to stand up and compete, a big hand with clear bones and slender fingers directly turned on the backup switch behind the faucet.

On his wrist, he wore a valuable Patek Philippe, and the flat navy blue suit cuffs exposed the white shirt sleeves without a trace of wrinkles, and the delicate cufflinks were glowing with inky streamers, which made the hand particularly noble and durable.

Such details alone can make people feel that the other party is extremely identity and cultivation.

Qin Yu raised his head with a slight smile, and before the word "Xie" came out, the person was stunned, his hand was still washed by the running water, and he forgot to take it back.

She looked directly at the handsome face and tall aspen figure of the man in the mirror, the warm orange halo on the top of the head spread on the top of the two of them, and the face and shoulders seemed to be the marks left by mottled time.