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Qiao Weihuan took a few breaths, slowly slowed down her breathing, and nodded.

There was still moisture in her eyes, and she looked at Ying Ting above her eyebrows, "It's not that I want to, I think very much." Such an important project is attracting attention from all over the world, and I want to follow suit. ”

He Zhengxiao bowed his back, the breath of hormones overwhelmingly pressed on her, and his dark eyes looked at her for a moment, "Don't you have to be sincere, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan always felt that that deep gaze had peeled her back layer by layer, revealing the small stupidity inside.

She slowly spread her hands and feet, generously exposing herself, with a defenseless posture.

"I can't hide it from you...... I want to be a participant in Mendez, it can help me do a lot of things, can you give it? ”

Under He Zhengxiao's eyes, the black tide fluttered for a moment.

His long fingers ran through the woman's hair and lifted her head, his lips touching her smooth forehead.

Qiao Weihuan vaguely understood his answer, breathed a sigh of relief, cocked his mouth, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

He Zhengxiao turned over, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently patted the top of her hair, "Don't want to sleep?" ”

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes and lengthened her tone, "I want to ......"

She had taken a long nap and woke up at night.

Qiao Weihuan knocked on Han Yirou's door, but no one responded. went to the hospital, and Han Yirou was really there. She sat on the edge of the bed, carefully peeling the apples, and finally cut them into small pieces and put them in the bowl on the cupboard.

When doing this, Han Yirou was always light-hearted, for fear of shocking Fu Minglang.

Raising her head coldly, she saw Qiao Weihuan who came in gently, Han Yirou opened her lips, saw Qiao Weihuan shaking her head at her, and closed her mouth. She turned her head to look at the young face on the hospital bed.

What had been clear had become unhealthy emaciation, his face was bloodless pale, and his cheeks were deeply sunken.

From vibrant, to shaped.

However, the brow was always stretched, as if it had never been closed, and the expression was quiet and content, as if in a sweet dream.

Fu Minglang's dream lasted a whole week, he dreamed of strange scenes, slowly passed through those scenes that seemed to be true and false, pushed open the heavy mottled door, and saw the bright colors outside.

He also heard some voices, familiar to the bitter female voice, with a little hoarse, "bright......"

Fu Minglang's eyelids trembled, and he struggled to open a gap.

The vision changed from blurry to clear, and the person in front of him changed from an ethereal shadow to a real and familiar appearance.

Qiao Weihuan was tilting his head to see how much medicine was still in the infusion bag, leaving him with a small half of his side face, the curvature of his chin and neck, and the indescribable softness.

Fu Minglang opened his mouth and said inaudibly: "...... Sister. ”

Qiao Weihuan was stunned for a moment and turned his head suddenly.

Han Yirou was faster than her, and when she heard that sound, she quickly put down the water glass in her hand, "Minglang, are you awake?!" ”

Fu Minglang didn't seem to hear it, he only opened his eyes a little, looked intently at Qiao Weihuan who was bent down and bowed his head, and heard her ask him softly: "Is it uncomfortable?" Want to drink water, eat, or do something? ”

Fu Minglang wanted to speak, but his voice was like a heavy cotton wool, blocking his voice.

Qiao Weihuan straightened up and looked at Han Yirou, who was stunned, "Meat, I'll go to the doctor first, you watch here." ”

Han Yirou came back to her senses, "Good ......"

Qiao Weihuan raised her feet and went out, and as soon as she walked to the door of the ward, the doctors and nurses pushed open the door and came in. She made way for the medical staff, who quickly surrounded the bed, and after careful examination, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor turned around, "Miss Qiao, Mr. Fu......"

Qiao Weihuan gestured, the doctor understood, followed Qiao Weihuan out of the ward, and gently closed the door.

"Miss Qiao, Mr. Fu's willpower is very strong, and his recovery is good, and he has passed the dangerous period."

"Do you know what the aftermath will be?"

"Not yet, we can't confirm it until we have a more detailed examination."

"Doctor, you can tell me your speculation, I want to be mentally prepared first."

The doctor put his hand in the pocket of his white coat and pondered for a moment before saying, "I can't know anything else, but I am sure that Mr. Fu's right arm will be inflexible." ”

Qiao Weihuan pinched her fingers, "How inflexible will it be?" ”

"On that point, it may not be possible to answer Miss Joe......"

Qiao Weihuan returned to the ward, and the doctors and nurses had already left. She sat on the edge of the bed, saw Fu Minglang looking at her without blinking, her eyes were still a little unclear, and patted him on the head very lightly, "Little wealth fan, do you know how worried we are about you?" You should also wake up, and if you go back to sleep, I should consider whether or not to pay you this month. ”

Fu Minglang's eyes bent slightly, his lips moved, and he didn't make a sound.

Qiao Weihuan bent down and listened, "What do you want to say?" ”

When she lowered her head, the long hair behind her ears fell down in thin pieces, and a few strands of hair silently brushed Fu Minglang's eyebrows.

"Sister, don't deduct your salary......"

Qiao Wei laughed, and suddenly heard the sound of steady footsteps, she raised her eyes and saw He Zhengxiao's tall figure. He put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked slowly, his dark eyes slid over the woman's shallow smiling face and fell on Fu Minglang's face wearing an oxygen mask.

In those half-open eyes, where she couldn't see, there were complex and deep colors.

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, Erya raised his hand, and his slender fingers touched the woman's crystal earlobe.

Qiao Weihuan straightened up, "Minglang, you take good care of your body, don't think about the rest, Sister Medical Expenses will report it to you." ”

Seeing that Fu Minglang was about to speak, Qiao Weihuan bent his eyes, "Don't you want to go?" Then get well quickly, there is still a lot of work waiting for you when you return home. ”

She gave Han Yirou a look, pulled He Zhengxiao's sleeve, and the three of them walked out of the ward together.

"Meat, Minglang's current situation is not suitable for flying, I will let the nurse take care of him, let's go back to China first, Uncle Han will also go together, when are you going to go back?"

Han Yirou looked at the cold man beside her, then lowered her gaze to look at her, and shook her head, "I won't go back, I'll stay and take care of Xiao Minglang." ”

Qiao Weihuan's eyebrows jumped, she didn't have time to speak, she was pulled by Han Yirou's shoulder, her back was also pushed down by her, and she waved her hand to drive her away, and then Han Yirou's figure flashed, and she had already jumped into the ward and closed the door tightly.

Listening to the two people outside the door say a few words, Huan'er's voice was soft and soft, and the man's voice was low and peaceful, full of tacit harmony.

Han Yirou pinched the doorknob and was stunned for a while.

Back in front of the hospital bed, Fu Minglang was physically exhausted and half-propped up his eyelids.

"Bright ......"

Han Yirou saw that Fu Minglang blinked his eyes slowly, and his eyes were still firmly facing the door of the ward.

Her heart was sour, and she didn't understand where the sourness came from or where it was going, only that they rushed up to her nose and stung her eyes with moisture.

On the plane, Qiao Weihuan and Uncle Han sat together.

Actually, she was a little embarrassed.

Originally, I thought that Uncle Han didn't know who He Zhengxiao was, but now that they suddenly met, she had to think seriously about how to introduce He Zhengxiao to Uncle Han so as not to be abrupt.

Who knew that the moment they met, Uncle Han nodded with a cold face, obviously having dealt with He Zhengxiao.

Qiao Weihuan put the blanket on his lap, gathered the coat he was wearing, leaned over, and turned his head to look at the back seat.

He Zhengxiao didn't sit next to him, he was separated from them by two rows of seats, his long legs overlapped, his long fingers supporting his side face, and his eyes closed.

The heavy momentum and majestic figure make the space of the cabin cramped.

Not far away, she could hear his long, slow breathing, and smell his unassuming masculine scent.

What I was thinking was, when did Uncle Han meet He Zhengxiao? What will they say?

Looking at Uncle Han's face, it seems that he doesn't like to see He Zhengxiao, but he still didn't say anything else, why?

"Huan'er."

Hearing Uncle Han call her, Qiao Weihuan withdrew her gaze and sat up straight.

Uncle Han took a sip of hot tea, raised his longevity eyebrows, and lowered his voice: "Back to City B, I'll go with you to see your mother." ”

Qiao Weihuan was stunned.

Uncle Han and his old man know how to avoid suspicion, and rarely take the initiative to go to their mother and daughter's residence, and occasionally go with Han Yirou, so as not to attract gossip.

This is the first time he has offered to see Qiao's mother.

Qiao Weihuan's heart moved slightly, and she subconsciously turned her head.

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Qiao Weihuan took a few breaths, slowly slowed down her breathing, and nodded.

There was still moisture in her eyes, and she looked at Ying Ting above her eyebrows, "It's not that I want to, I think very much." Such an important project is attracting attention from all over the world, and I want to follow suit. ”

He Zhengxiao bowed his back, the breath of hormones overwhelmingly pressed on her, and his dark eyes looked at her for a moment, "Don't you have to be sincere, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan always felt that that deep gaze had peeled her back layer by layer, revealing the small stupidity inside.

She slowly spread her hands and feet, generously exposing herself, with a defenseless posture.

"I can't hide it from you...... I want to be a participant in Mendez, it can help me do a lot of things, can you give it? ”

Under He Zhengxiao's eyes, the black tide fluttered for a moment.

His long fingers ran through the woman's hair and lifted her head, his lips touching her smooth forehead.

Qiao Weihuan vaguely understood his answer, breathed a sigh of relief, cocked his mouth, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

He Zhengxiao turned over, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently patted the top of her hair, "Don't want to sleep?" ”

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes and lengthened her tone, "I want to ......"

She had taken a long nap and woke up at night.

Qiao Weihuan knocked on Han Yirou's door, but no one responded. went to the hospital, and Han Yirou was really there. She sat on the edge of the bed, carefully peeling the apples, and finally cut them into small pieces and put them in the bowl on the cupboard.

When doing this, Han Yirou was always light-hearted, for fear of shocking Fu Minglang.

Raising her head coldly, she saw Qiao Weihuan who came in gently, Han Yirou opened her lips, saw Qiao Weihuan shaking her head at her, and closed her mouth. She turned her head to look at the young face on the hospital bed.

What had been clear had become unhealthy emaciation, his face was bloodless pale, and his cheeks were deeply sunken.

From vibrant, to shaped.

However, the brow was always stretched, as if it had never been closed, and the expression was quiet and content, as if in a sweet dream.

Fu Minglang's dream lasted a whole week, he dreamed of strange scenes, slowly passed through those scenes that seemed to be true and false, pushed open the heavy mottled door, and saw the bright colors outside.

He also heard some voices, familiar to the bitter female voice, with a little hoarse, "bright......"

Fu Minglang's eyelids trembled, and he struggled to open a gap.

The vision changed from blurry to clear, and the person in front of him changed from an ethereal shadow to a real and familiar appearance.

Qiao Weihuan was tilting his head to see how much medicine was still in the infusion bag, leaving him with a small half of his side face, the curvature of his chin and neck, and the indescribable softness.

Fu Minglang opened his mouth and said inaudibly: "...... Sister. ”

Qiao Weihuan was stunned for a moment and turned his head suddenly.

Han Yirou was faster than her, and when she heard that sound, she quickly put down the water glass in her hand, "Minglang, are you awake?!" ”

Fu Minglang didn't seem to hear it, he only opened his eyes a little, looked intently at Qiao Weihuan who was bent down and bowed his head, and heard her ask him softly: "Is it uncomfortable?" Want to drink water, eat, or do something? ”

Fu Minglang wanted to speak, but his voice was like a heavy cotton wool, blocking his voice.

Qiao Weihuan straightened up and looked at Han Yirou, who was stunned, "Meat, I'll go to the doctor first, you watch here." ”

Han Yirou came back to her senses, "Good ......"

Qiao Weihuan raised her feet and went out, and as soon as she walked to the door of the ward, the doctors and nurses pushed open the door and came in. She made way for the medical staff, who quickly surrounded the bed, and after careful examination, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor turned around, "Miss Qiao, Mr. Fu......"

Qiao Weihuan gestured, the doctor understood, followed Qiao Weihuan out of the ward, and gently closed the door.

"Miss Qiao, Mr. Fu's willpower is very strong, and his recovery is good, and he has passed the dangerous period."

"Do you know what the aftermath will be?"

"Not yet, we can't confirm it until we have a more detailed examination."

"Doctor, you can tell me your speculation, I want to be mentally prepared first."

The doctor put his hand in the pocket of his white coat and pondered for a moment before saying, "I can't know anything else, but I am sure that Mr. Fu's right arm will be inflexible." ”

Qiao Weihuan pinched her fingers, "How inflexible will it be?" ”

"On that point, it may not be possible to answer Miss Joe......"

Qiao Weihuan returned to the ward, and the doctors and nurses had already left. She sat on the edge of the bed, saw Fu Minglang looking at her without blinking, her eyes were still a little unclear, and patted him on the head very lightly, "Little wealth fan, do you know how worried we are about you?" You should also wake up, and if you go back to sleep, I should consider whether or not to pay you this month. ”

Fu Minglang's eyes bent slightly, his lips moved, and he didn't make a sound.

Qiao Weihuan bent down and listened, "What do you want to say?" ”

When she lowered her head, the long hair behind her ears fell down in thin pieces, and a few strands of hair silently brushed Fu Minglang's eyebrows.

"Sister, don't deduct your salary......"

Qiao Wei laughed, and suddenly heard the sound of steady footsteps, she raised her eyes and saw He Zhengxiao's tall figure. He put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked slowly, his dark eyes slid over the woman's shallow smiling face and fell on Fu Minglang's face wearing an oxygen mask.

In those half-open eyes, where she couldn't see, there were complex and deep colors.

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, Erya raised his hand, and his slender fingers touched the woman's crystal earlobe.

Qiao Weihuan straightened up, "Minglang, you take good care of your body, don't think about the rest, Sister Medical Expenses will report it to you." ”

Seeing that Fu Minglang was about to speak, Qiao Weihuan bent his eyes, "Don't you want to go?" Then get well quickly, there is still a lot of work waiting for you when you return home. ”

She gave Han Yirou a look, pulled He Zhengxiao's sleeve, and the three of them walked out of the ward together.

"Meat, Minglang's current situation is not suitable for flying, I will let the nurse take care of him, let's go back to China first, Uncle Han will also go together, when are you going to go back?"

Han Yirou looked at the cold man beside her, then lowered her gaze to look at her, and shook her head, "I won't go back, I'll stay and take care of Xiao Minglang." ”

Qiao Weihuan's eyebrows jumped, she didn't have time to speak, she was pulled by Han Yirou's shoulder, her back was also pushed down by her, and she waved her hand to drive her away, and then Han Yirou's figure flashed, and she had already jumped into the ward and closed the door tightly.

Listening to the two people outside the door say a few words, Huan'er's voice was soft and soft, and the man's voice was low and peaceful, full of tacit harmony.

Han Yirou pinched the doorknob and was stunned for a while.

Back in front of the hospital bed, Fu Minglang was physically exhausted and half-propped up his eyelids.

"Bright ......"

Han Yirou saw that Fu Minglang blinked his eyes slowly, and his eyes were still firmly facing the door of the ward.

Her heart was sour, and she didn't understand where the sourness came from or where it was going, only that they rushed up to her nose and stung her eyes with moisture.

On the plane, Qiao Weihuan and Uncle Han sat together.

Actually, she was a little embarrassed.

Originally, I thought that Uncle Han didn't know who He Zhengxiao was, but now that they suddenly met, she had to think seriously about how to introduce He Zhengxiao to Uncle Han so as not to be abrupt.

Who knew that the moment they met, Uncle Han nodded with a cold face, obviously having dealt with He Zhengxiao.

Qiao Weihuan put the blanket on his lap, gathered the coat he was wearing, leaned over, and turned his head to look at the back seat.

He Zhengxiao didn't sit next to him, he was separated from them by two rows of seats, his long legs overlapped, his long fingers supporting his side face, and his eyes closed.

The heavy momentum and majestic figure make the space of the cabin cramped.

Not far away, she could hear his long, slow breathing, and smell his unassuming masculine scent.

What I was thinking was, when did Uncle Han meet He Zhengxiao? What will they say?

Looking at Uncle Han's face, it seems that he doesn't like to see He Zhengxiao, but he still didn't say anything else, why?

"Huan'er."

Hearing Uncle Han call her, Qiao Weihuan withdrew her gaze and sat up straight.

Uncle Han took a sip of hot tea, raised his longevity eyebrows, and lowered his voice: "Back to City B, I'll go with you to see your mother." ”

Qiao Weihuan was stunned.

Uncle Han and his old man know how to avoid suspicion, and rarely take the initiative to go to their mother and daughter's residence, and occasionally go with Han Yirou, so as not to attract gossip.

This is the first time he has offered to see Qiao's mother.

Qiao Weihuan's heart moved slightly, and she subconsciously turned her head.

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