Withdrawing her phone, Wen Lu raised her lips and suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Qin Ran looked at the woman in front of her who gave up everything she had for Lu Yan, shocked and even more moved.

"If she hadn't given up being a doctor back then, maybe Xiaoyan wouldn't have to be in the hospital now," Du Moyou and Zong Yi are examples, aren't they.

Wen Lu held her mobile phone, turned around and walked into Qin Ran, and looked into the ward.

"It's too late to be a good doctor, but it's still too late to be a good mother." Qin Ran smiled lightly, which was regarded as comfort.

Wen Lu looked at Qin Ran in a little surprise, occasionally sluggish, and then the corners of her lips bloomed like petals, "You're right." She took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath, as if this breath represented all the unhappiness before, and she would let go of it completely.

After Lu Yan's condition stabilized, Wen Lu called her mother. 's mother is widowed, and if she hadn't helped take Lu Yan at ordinary times. Wen Lu didn't know how busy she would be.

My mother is also over 60 years old and has high blood pressure, and usually relies on medicine to maintain her blood pressure. If Lu Yan has an accident, she will definitely not be stable at home.

After explaining Lu Yan's affairs, Wen's mother's hanging heart also let go.

Holding the phone, he stalemate for a while, and then Wen's mother swallowed and spoke, "Lulu, my heart has not been relaxed since you and Xiaoyan left the house, and I waited for most of the night and didn't see any news from you, so I told Lu Yaocheng." ”

Wen's mother used to call Lu Yaocheng "Yaocheng", but later Wenlu didn't like her to mention Lu Yaocheng, Wen's mother also understood her daughter's thoughts, in front of Wenlu, she never mentioned Lu Yaocheng.

"When did you tell her?" Wen Lu's voice was full of shock and anger, and her beautiful face was tired, and she was twisted together, a little terrifying.

Wen's mother knew that Wen Lu would have this reaction, so she couldn't help sighing, sighing and persuading: "He is Xiaoyan's father, even if you want to divorce him, you can't change this fact, not to mention - he comes to see Xiaoyan more times than you on weekdays, you-"

"Mom-" Wen Lu let out a long exhale, revealing helplessness, "Forget it, I know." Xiaoyan is fine now, I'll go back tomorrow morning, you take care of yourself, your health is not good, don't worry too much. Blood pressure medication is only effective if taken on time, not to mention taking less medicine in order to save money. ”

Wen Lu nagged a lot, Wen Mu was a little choked up when she heard it, her daughter will always be so good, and she will always be so considerate, but it's a pity - the people of the Lu family don't understand her good.

Putting away the phone, Wen Lu smiled apologetically at Qin Ran, "Go back quickly, there's nothing wrong here." "After all, Zong Yi also needs her over there.

"Then you have a good rest, go home tomorrow and make some breakfast to change for you, you also have to go back and change your clothes," Qin Ran looked at what she was wearing, it was indeed not suitable for the hospital ward to fold on that occasion.

Wen Lu smiled helplessly and wrapped her arms tighter, "Thank you, it's too troublesome for you." ”

Qin Ran bowed his head slightly, indicating that it was not troublesome at all.

The lights in the pediatric corridor were not so strong, and the two people under the lights stood opposite each other, full of pity.

When Qin Ran left, Wen Lu turned around and called again, it should have been for Lu Yaocheng.

However, she didn't have any ideas, only lamented that Wen Lu could deal with the problem so calmly on the verge of such a collapse, which was really admirable.

......

Wen Lu knew that Lu Yaocheng would definitely look for her in a while, so it was better for her to inform him first. Just like her mother said, Lu Yaocheng is the father of the child. This call is for Lu Yan, for Xiao Yan, she will learn to let go of everything, including resentment towards Lu Yaocheng.

The phone beeped twice, and it was connected.

"Where?" Wen Lu's voice did not have a trace of emotion.

Lu Yaocheng slapped the steering wheel with a "snap", "Right away." Damn, red light. ”

"You're driving yourself?" Wen Lu was a little shocked.

Lu Yaocheng has some problems with his eyes, and it is dangerous to drive by himself, so he usually drives by his exclusive driver.

"I just had surgery the other day," he replied briefly.

Wen Lu didn't feel good at all, he didn't tell her about such a big thing. There was a slight mockery at the corner of her mouth, and sorrow was born in her heart, why did he tell her about him?

There had been no exchange of information between them for a long time, she ignored him, and he did the same to her.

"Then you drive carefully, Xiaoyan is in the pediatrics, ward 312 on the third floor of Building 6," she briefly said the location, but did not reveal any emotions. Or she should be glad that Lu Yaocheng didn't yell at her, didn't get angry because of Lu Yan's matter, and didn't quarrel with her.

On the contrary, he didn't mean to resent her except for being anxious.

Perhaps she should be relieved.

"I'll be there shortly." Lu Yaocheng hurriedly said only one word, and hung up the phone.

Wen Lu held her mobile phone and stood alone outside Lu Yan's ward.

In the ward, Lu Yan wanted to turn over because she was sleeping uncomfortably. Perhaps aching from fever, she sobbed a few times. Frightened, Wen Lu hurriedly walked in, held down Lu Yan's hand with the needle inserted, afraid of running the needle, and then helped her turn over comfortably.

In her sleep, two lines of tears hung on Lu Yan's little face, Wen Lu raised her hand to wipe it away for her, and her eyes were moist.

"Mom, Mom, Mom-" Lu Yan muttered a few words, her pronunciation was vague, but Wen Lu heard it truly.

The long tail note of the word "Mom" was dragged out vaguely by Xiao Lu Yan's immaturity, and Wen Lu couldn't help but be moved.

She leaned over and kissed Lu Yan's forehead for a long time, watching her daughter's frowning little brows gradually open, and Wen Lu's heart was filled.

When Lu Yaocheng caught up, his breathing had not calmed down, and he walked to the door of ward 312, pushed the door, and saw his wife and daughter through the glass window clamped inside the door.

Wen Lu took the freshly wet towel, prepared to fold it, and wiped Lu Yan's face and body.

A few strands of wavy hair hung down from the corners of Wenlu's forehead and down to the bottom of her chin. Wen Lu's hair was very long, and the big waves that were very charming were tied behind her head at this time, and they snaked from the back of her neck to her waist.

Her complexion is delicate, although her face is enchanting, but it is the kind of beauty that is self-inflicted without powder, and there is no heaviness of foundation, which can be said to be thrilling in beauty.

At this time, she was wearing a plaid shirt on her upper body, but the hem of her royal green dinner dress on her lower body, and a pair of shiny silver high heels looked like an elf in the dimly lit ward, dazzling and gorgeous.

She was wiping Lu Yan's body, her face was all soft, and her eyebrows and eyes had a hint of an undetectable smile, which was extremely gentle. It's not like the strong woman who is dominant.

Lu Yaocheng's hand rested on the handle, and he was stunned for a moment before pushing the door in.

Wen Lu looked towards the door.

Lu Yaocheng was wearing a gray shirt, no tie, and the two buttons on the collar were not buttoned properly. His waist was even more chaotic, and his shirt was casually stuffed into Siku's belt, usually inside, and usually piled outside. The arm of the other hand was crooked in the suit and was thrown wildly.

He should have been in a hurry.

Lu Yaocheng walked in, looked at Lu Yan who was asleep, and the scale that had been hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

He raised his hand and touched Lu Yan's forehead, feeling that it was not too hot before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Lu Yan's little hand without a needle had been holding Wen Lu's thumb, Lu Yaocheng shook her head, she was really a heartless little girl.

On weekdays, he still accompanies her more often, and he still thinks about his mother.

A soft smile appeared in Lu Yaocheng's glasses eyes, Wen Lu couldn't understand it, and she was very puzzled but didn't dare to ask.

After making sure that Lu Yan was safe and sound, Lu Yaocheng straightened up, patted Wen Lu on the shoulder, pointed out the door, and walked out first.

Wen Lu understood what he meant, and softly broke Lu Yan's little hand that was holding her. She went out with him, and she gently closed the door as she went out.

Under the light, Lu Yaocheng's eye frame reflected the golden light, making Wen Lu unable to see his eyes clearly.

"You go back first, I'll stay here," Lu Yaocheng glanced at Wen Lu's strange dress, and the corners of his lips were a little relaxed.

You must know that Wen Lu is usually like a proud peacock, she not only has a proud appearance, but also a proud taste. At this time, the nondescript outfit is not the Wen Lu on weekdays at all.

Lu Yaocheng's suggestion Wen Lu naturally would not agree, she folded her arms and lowered her head, looking at the ground, or she was a little afraid to look at him, "I can't go, Xiaoyu needs me," as she spoke, Wen Lu's eyes looked into the ward.

Thinking of Lu Yan crying and calling her mother in her dream just now, Wen Lu's heart couldn't stop hurting.

"Why don't you go back, you can come back tomorrow," after all, the hospital is inconvenient for too many family members.

Lu Yaocheng frowned, the corners of his eyebrows with glasses were still there, and the glasses would only make him look deeper.

"I won't leave either," Lu Yaocheng's voice was very resolute, and he raised his eyes to look in the ward, "There is no one in the hospital bed next to Xiao Yan, right?" ”

"Well, Mr. Cui specially arranged a double room for me to take care of Xiaoyan for my convenience," Wen Lu replied, and then thought of something, "There is only one bed here, and it is inconvenient for two people to stay, or you should go back first." ”

"You go to that bed to rest, I'll guard in the corridor," Lu Yaocheng's eyes looked at the bench behind Wen Lu, and a look gestured to Wen Lu.

Wen Lu turned around and looked, the bench was exactly the same as the bench outside the emergency operating room, she had sat on it, it was quite cold and hard.

"This chair won't be comfortable to sit on, there's still a night, you just had surgery, you need to rest, go back first," Wen Lu persuaded Lu Yaocheng for the third time, not because of anger, but because the objective conditions did not allow it.

Lu Yaocheng only thought that Wen Lu was reckless, and his face suddenly darkened, "It's decided, you go in and rest." ”

Wen Lu saw that he was angry, but he didn't want to quarrel with him at all, nodded tiredly, turned around and limped, and almost fell. It was Lu Yaocheng who reacted quickly and grabbed her.

Leaning on Lu Yaocheng's arms, Wen Lu was shocked, and when she touched Lu Yaocheng's chest, her heart beat even harder, you must know that they have been married for seven years, and she will still feel this way.

Stunned for a moment, Wen Lu hurriedly stood up. When he left his embrace, a faint smell of perfume wafted into Wenlu's sensitive nose.

It is a green encounter of Chanel!

The smell suddenly stimulated her sense of smell, down her olfactory nerves and straight to her mind.

Immediately, she broke away from Lu Yaocheng's embrace with a slight disgust, with an incomprehensible smile on the corner of her lips, "Thank you," she said these two words detachedly, turned around and walked into the ward, closing the door to keep someone and all the smell on him out.

If Wen Lu still felt guilty before, now she fully understands that their marriage has indeed come to an end.

Zhengri's old saying, "The Seven-Year Itch", they have gone through the initial sweetness and later bitterness, but they have not taken away the truth in this marriage - "the seven-year itch".