After hanging up the phone, Jiang Hechen immediately called again, only for five minutes, just kidding, can the ten minutes that Young Master Qin said be listened to as ten minutes, he still wants to die.

After finding it, I sent the address over, and I was relieved.

For more than a week, An Jingchen stayed in the villa without eating, drinking, or talking, the whole person was thin and inhuman, and the self-harm at the onset of the illness made Fang Yihe dare not leave her side an inch, and he regretted what he had done for the first time.

The meal was forced by him to eat by his neck, and he forced her to sleep by pressing her eyelids to sleep, he never knew before, An Jingchen's illness could be so serious, he began to waver, perhaps, he should let An An leave.

"An An, would you like to eat something? Once you're done, you're ready to go home. ”

Fang Yihe squatted in front of An Jingchen, hooked her broken hair behind her ears, and looked at her with gentle eyes.

He had already called An Qing, and soon she would come over and take An An away.

An Jingchen sat motionless, her eyes were hollow, and she didn't react at all to Fang Yihe's words, Fang Yihe lowered his eyelashes and put his head on An Jingchen's hand in pain.

"An An, I beg you, can you take care of me?"

An Jingchen moved her eyelashes, but there was no reaction.

"Young Master, the young master of the Qin family and Miss An's aunt are here."

The bodyguard came in and said a word, Fang Yihe raised his head and saw that An Jingchen had already shed tears, and turned his head to look in the direction of the door, his heart throbbed fiercely.

"Let them in."

After speaking, he touched An Jingchen's earlobe, and the soft touch was very addictive.

"How much do you want to run away from me?"

He chuckled, his tone indulgent and helpless, as if he was coaxing a child.

Qin Xiaoxian ran in and met An Jingchen's eyes.

I haven't seen her for a week, she is terrible thin, the flesh on her face is gone, her eyes are big and abrupt, her face is pale, her neck has been wrapped with thick gauze from the last black blue to now, and the man squatting in front of her looks at her with affection.

Qin Xiaoxian has never been so angry, that is a girl like light, how did she become like this, and that man actually has the face to look at her like this, at this moment, I don't know if it is jealousy or anger burning him.

Perhaps out of his love for the same woman, Fang Yihe obviously felt hostility, and before he could stand up, the man rushed up and punched him, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell to the ground, and the coffee table was pushed and made a screeching sound.

Fang Yihe reached out indifferently and wiped the corners of his mouth, and the peach blossom eyes were hooked with the gentleman's brother.

"Young Master of the Qin Family."

"An An, An An is fine, my aunt is here."

An Qing looked at An Jingchen distressedly, stretched out his hand and touched An Jingchen's face tremblingly.

Then he stood up and picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it down, Fang Yihe raised his arm to block it.

"Scum, brute, it's been more than ten years, when will you let her go, do you have to let her die?"

"What? An An, what do you say? ”

Yin Yixi hugged An Jingchen and heard what her weak mosquitoes were saying, and his ears pressed to her mouth.

"Go home, take me home, I'm going home."

An Jingchen murmured softly with a crying voice.

Qin Xiaoxian hugged An Jingchen.

"I'll take you home.".

An Jingchen raised her head and looked at Qin Xiaoxian with teary eyes, her flat mouth was suddenly very aggrieved, and she hugged Qin Xiaoxian's neck tightly, relying on and trusting.