An Qin opened her mouth, she wanted to explain, but the complex emotions were too indescribable, she was very aggrieved, very sad, and in these miserable and helpless emotions, there was a sweet, faint, she caught it, swallowed it carefully, and then, it became a catalyst for more tears......

She cried like a child.

Leng Qianxing's heart was about to be drowned by these tears, so he moved his position and hugged the girl.

The girl buried her little tearful face in his chest, letting go of the collapse of the embankment.

Leng Qianxing touched her little head comfortingly, he wanted to say something comforting, but he was not good at it, so he could only accompany him silently-

…… The car stopped in front of a five-star hotel in the city center.

Roland had already booked the presidential suite on the top floor, and was waiting in front of the lobby at this time, when he saw the car coming, he hurriedly stepped forward to open the door for the young master.

An Qin was tired of crying, and fell asleep in Leng Qianxing's arms.

Leng Qianxing carefully picked up her princess and got out of the car.

An Qin, who was sleeping, hooked his two arms and grabbed his neck, and his little face rubbed against him, finding a comfortable point, close to him.

Leng Qianxing, who was relied on, had a gentle gaze, and he hugged the girl tighter in his arms and took the elevator upstairs.

Placing An Qin on the bed and pulling her in the air conditioner quilt, Leng Qianxing lifted the strands of hair that fell on her face to the side of her face.

After crying, her eyes were red and swollen, her nose was pink, and there were faint tear stains on her cheeks.

Even after some investigation and understanding of her, he still couldn't imagine the harm caused to her by family changes, especially from An Chen.

He went to the bathroom, soaked the towel with warm water, wiped the girl's tear-stained face, and slightly cool little hands.

This is the first time in his life that he has taken care of someone, and for her, naturally.

His movements seemed to be heavier, and the girl rolled slightly, her eyelids slightly raised.

He nervously retracted the towel and held his breath as he looked at the girl who might wake up.

Her eyelids drooped again, and the two little hands that had been wiped clean by him put half of her little head on the pillow, and she continued to sleep.

Leng Qianxing sighed, got up slowly, and walked out of the room with a light step and closed the door.

Roland, who was waiting in the living room, peeked at the cautious young master and smiled knowingly.

Seeing that Roland was laughing, Leng Qianxing couldn't help but feel hot at the root of his ears.

He walked into the living room with a calm face, his eyes slightly cold, as if warning Roland.

Luo Lan smiled and reported the situation to the young master seriously: "I went to the central hospital for an unannounced visit, and the hospital was indeed under pressure from An Chen, and had to cancel Wu's mother's medical records, so the 'Didi Chip' side can only act according to it." ”

"You call the person in charge of the site and ask him to drop the investigation into Anxin's report. After a while, you will go to Wu's mother to go through the transfer procedures, arrange her to St. Mary's private hospital, and provide St. Mary's medical records to the website. Leng Qianxing confessed to Roland.

"St. Mary's has an angel fund here, and I can apply for medical support for Wu's mother."

"An Qin has been trying to find a way to solve this matter, don't do everything for her in the end, she doesn't need such help, the medical expenses will be used with the fundraising she applied for, and she will feel better."

"Good!" is worthy of the young master, very thoughtful.

Leng Qianxing thought of something and hooked his finger at Roland.

Roland would have wanted to get closer.

Leng Qianxing whispered a few words in Roland's ear, and Roland nodded understandingly.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Roland went to deal with what he had told him.

Leng Qianxing poured himself a glass of wine, leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to have a bird's-eye view of the neon-lit night capital, his eyes darker than the night sky were slightly raised, as if he wanted to quietly swallow everything in this world.