The traffic jam was finally evacuated, and Lan Yuesheng drove to 1314, and he dialed Lan Zhong's phone.

"I saw the news, you're doing a great job. Let Cui Yun check to see if the young grandmother is burned, if she is burned, go to the hospital immediately! As soon as the words fell, he reacted, yes, I can't go to the hospital now, there is so much multimedia guarding outside, "In this way, you ask Cui Yun to go to the pharmacy to buy scald medicine, and then wipe the medicine first." ”

"Okay, I got it." Lan Zhong hesitated, "It's just that 1314 is also crowded with the media, where will I send the young grandmother when the time comes?" ”

"Back to 1314, of course!" Lan Yuesheng sneered, "My Lan Yuesheng woman, why was she forced to have a home and not be able to go back by a few little reporters!" What are they! ”

After that, he hung up the phone and took the lead in going home to deal with the media.

Lan Yuesheng rarely said foul language, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't want to.

But since he met Ji Qinghe, what he didn't want to do is now doing more.

Each of us is like this, because of the love of our hearts, we begin to do what we once hated the most, and enjoy it.

Two minutes later, Lan Zhong's phone call came in, informing Lan Yuesheng that Ji Qinghe was wearing a thick skirt and had not been burned.

Lan Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Are there spare clothes in the car?" ”

"I brought it, but the young grandmother didn't cooperate, and she didn't let Cui Yun touch her, Cui Yun was trying to persuade the young grandmother."

When Mr. Lan found Ji Qinghe in Crescent Mountain that night and wanted to change Ji Qinghe's clothes, her reaction was tense and full of distress.

After being silent for a long time, he said, "You don't have to change it, since you don't want to, don't force her." ”

When Lan Yuesheng said this, his eyes were a little moist.

……

On November 17, Ji Qinghe's severe mental illness was exposed by the media.

On this day, she was trapped in front of the bubble tea shop on the street, facing hundreds of media reporters and constantly flashing magnesium lights, losing her temper in public, exposing her most unbearable side to the public, and her past pride was destroyed in an instant.

When Lan Yuesheng appeared in 1314, there was a violent commotion in the crowd, and it instantly rushed to Lan Yuesheng like a tide.

"Mr. Lan, is it true that your wife suffers from mental illness?"

"Did Miss Ji deliberately hide her illness when she married you?"

"May I ask Mr. Lan, will you divorce her?"

"I heard that Miss Ji has been insane for seven days, and Mr. Lan has been helping to conceal whether it is related to the shares in Miss Ji's hands?"

"Mr. Lan ......"

In the face of one after another forced questions, Lan Yuesheng was always calm and calm, his eyes were deep, and he was indifferent.

For Lan Yuesheng, he has long been accustomed to interviews with media reporters, and it seems that the name Lan Yuesheng was born with the label of a spotlight.

In his memory, the most intense media rhetoric was when he took over the Lan Group, became the youngest president of the Lan Group, and was besieged by foreign media reporters.

There is no lower limit for foreign reporters than in China, because of Lan Yuesheng's bewitching and glamorous appearance, and even some reporters smiled and asked him if the reason why he killed his own uncle was because he was tied to the bed and SM.

A reporter even told Lan Yuesheng that his endurance is amazing, and if Lan Yuesheng is in need, he can contact him at any time without charge.

As soon as the words ended, everyone let out a thunderous laugh.

The dense crowd of people was full of ridicule, ridicule, and disdain in their eyes...... All kinds of emotions, undisguised.

Lan Yuesheng didn't get angry, but smiled.

His tone was soft, like ice slag, sentence after sentence, and the answer was like a stream.

Lan Yue smiled, this is human nature! Full of darkness, unbearable malicious speculation.

At that time, he was like a king facing the cold wind on the snow-capped mountain, guarding his land, not knowing joy and sorrow, and not knowing happiness.

But at this time, the vicious words blurted out by the reporter were far less than half of what he was forced to ask back then, but Lan Yuesheng's heart lost its regularity.

It was as if someone had carved a hole with a hammer, followed by a devastating fury.

Just because the person who was questioned was Ji Qinghe, the woman he put on the tip of his heart to take care of and cherish all his life.

But when he saw him facing the camera, he smiled slowly.

He said, "I know what you want to know, and I only want to say three things about the questions you have asked and those you haven't had time to ask: first, Qingqing is my wife, I love her, not only in this life, but in the next life, in the next life, I will be with her." Second, all the shares I hold in my hands have been transferred to my wife's name, which is a dowry I give her, and it has nothing to do with anyone or anything, and I do it willingly. Thirdly, my wife, she is not sick! ”

As the last sound fell, a cold aura came to the face, and the microphones in the hands of countless reporters couldn't help but tremble.

Suddenly, the audience fell silent.

"I, Lan Yuesheng, respect every profession, all of you media friends came to the Humble House today to work, but your work has affected my life and family, if you don't understand anything and want to ask clearly, you can find my special assistant Lan Zhong, and he will answer them one by one. If you insist on staying in front of my house, speaking ill of you, and causing any trouble to my life and that of my family, Lan doesn't mind getting involved in the media. ”

It is easy for the Ranshi Group to buy the Beicheng news media company, but when those companies are acquired, it means that tens of thousands of people will face the danger of losing their jobs.

It's a warning, it's a threat.

This is Lan Yuesheng, he will not be rude in front of the public, he will give full play to his advantages openly, use financial resources, material resources and manpower, under the legal system, to force the other party into a desperate situation, and there is no possibility of survival.

Since that day, no one has surrounded Lan Yuesheng or Ji Qinghe, and no reporter has appeared at the gate of 1314.

When Ji Qinghe was escorted back by Lan Zhong, the reporter was leaving from 1314.

They clearly saw that it was Lan Yuesheng's car, and the person who could go home at this time and be able to sit in this car was self-evident.

The car stopped in the courtyard, and they saw the man who was not afraid of danger striding forward, leaning over to open the door with gentle eyebrows and eyes, almost wanting to drown people.

The picture in the back has been cut off by a carved black iron door, and only Lan Yuesheng can be vaguely seen picking up the woman from the car, and then disappearing in the flowers and trees on both sides.

Lan Yuesheng looked at Ji Qinghe, who was shrunk into a ball in the car, full of distress, her consciousness was already confused.

He said over and over again in her ear that he was Lan Yuesheng, her husband.

Fortunately, she gave him face, reached out in his calls and anticipation, and showed a brief calm in the crook of his broad, warm arms.

The woman in her arms had messy hair, her face was abnormally pale, her heavy dress was wet with milk tea and stuck to her legs, and her coat buttons were also lost under the siege of reporters.

Yes, Jiang Ruyue couldn't help but feel sour when she saw Ji Qinghe who was hugged back by Lan Yuesheng.

She turned her back, and she really couldn't connect the infatuated toddler in front of her with the woman who was in her prime, quiet and bright, and proud.

Lu Man stood on the second floor with a little bit of his arms, watching Lan Yuesheng carry Ji Qinghe into the bedroom, and his eyes were silent from beginning to end.

After a long time, he grabbed Lu Man's clothes little by little, and in her arms, he asked in a low voice, "They all said that the little aunt is crazy, is it true?" ”

Lu Man withdrew his gaze, looked at the black and white eyes, slowly hooked the corners of his lips, and his voice fluttered, "Maybe......"

Xu is because of the stimulation of the media, or the pity and pity in the eyes of the Lan family's servants are too obvious, or Jiang Ruyue's attitude towards Ji Qinghe is blunt and cold, Ji Qinghe's condition has not improved.

That night, at three o'clock in the morning.

Lan Yuesheng habitually woke up from his dream, sleepy and stretched out his hand to fish, but he was empty.

The whole person suddenly woke up.

He reached out and touched the bed next to him, and his tentacles were cold.

Lan Yuesheng only felt that his body was as cold as the bed next to him.

He lifted the quilt and rolled out of the bed and rushed out of the bedroom, not even having time to put on his slippers.

The huge villa, only the dim corridor lamp emitted a faint light, silent and empty, and there was no one.

All the rooms were opened, upstairs and downstairs, but everywhere they could, they searched through everything, and after all, nothing was found.

He put his hand on his face, withdrew after two seconds, took a deep breath, and continued searching.

Eventually, I saw her on the rooftop of the viewing room.

Ji Qinghe was standing on the top of the building, she was holding on to the guardrail outside with one hand, and the other hand was stretched out into the air, as if she was grasping something, and most of her body was hanging in the air.

It's like a basin of ice slag poured down from the head, cold to the heart, sore feet, and loss of strength.

His eyes tightened, his heart stopped, and he forgot to breathe.

He did not dare to make a sound, for fear that his recklessness would startle her and cause her to fall from the roof.

Cui Yun's eyes were quick, and he grabbed Lan Yuesheng, who pinched her arm hard, stood up, and then pushed Cui Yun away and ran upstairs

From the ground to the roof, there were only three floors, and Lan Yuesheng only took a few seconds to reach the roof, but deep in his heart, it seemed like a year had passed.

Ji Qinghe was very keen, she heard the footsteps, withdrew her hand, and slowly turned around.

Seeing that it was Lan Yuesheng, she smiled, a little cramped, and a little blushing, like a child who had done something wrong and was caught by an adult.

She kept rubbing the corners of her clothes with her hands and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?" ”

"What are you doing here?"

After a long time, Lan Yuesheng heard his hoarse voice sound.

"I ......" Ji Qinghe's face turned red, "I want to pick stars." ”

"What are you doing with the stars?"

Ji Qinghe didn't answer.

Lan Yuesheng looked at her calmly.

After a few seconds of silence, he reached out, "Aren't you going to pick the stars?" Shall I help you together? ”

Ji Qinghe shook his head, "It's going to be unworkable." ”

"What doesn't work?"

Ji Qinghe was silent again.

Lan Yuesheng found that whenever Ji Qinghe had a question that he didn't want to answer, he would remain silent.

Ji Mingxuan said that if she encounters this situation, she must not press step by step, she does not answer, indicating that she does not want to answer, do not ask, and when she wants to say, even if she does not ask, she will say it herself.

Sure enough, after about three minutes, Ji Qinghe finally reacted.

She cautiously raised her head, looked at Lan Yuesheng's gloomy face, bit her lip, and said aggrievedly, "I want to pick the stars and make a wish for you, if you help me, it won't work." ”

"Give it to me?" Lan Yuesheng breathed tightly, "What kind of wish is it?" ”

“…… Hope you are happy. ”

Ji Qinghe's illness, Jiang Ruyue's persecution, the fall of Lan's Group's stock, and the siege of the media...... Under heavy pressure, the man in front of him fell into dire straits.

Today's Lan Yuesheng is too tired, he only sleeps three or four hours a day, he is busy with work while taking care of Ji Qinghe, and he does not forget to appease Jiang Ruyue's emotions, so he is not happy at all, and the happiness that belongs to him has disappeared suddenly with Ji Qinghe's illness.

He was full of thoughts, as long as Ji Qinghe could return to normal, he would be willing to do whatever he was asked to do.

It's a pity that no one can see the only hope in his heart.

Everyone is pushing him, and he has no way back but to grit his teeth and move forward.

No one asked him if he was happy, only she, the insane woman in everyone's eyes.

Lan Yuesheng choked in his throat, "Then can you hug me?" Hold me, and your wishes will come true. ”

The president of the dignified Lan Group, a man in charge of the life and death of tens of thousands of people, at this moment, his tone was humble and full of supplication.

Cui Yun, who followed Lan Yuesheng to find him, heard his words, don't look around, and hot tears fell instantly.

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