Shao Jilang has been very busy these days, and the patent application of the ancient prescription, which has been shelved for a long time, has been restarted, and there are some places in the previously prepared materials that need to be revised and confirmed.

This is the main matter, compared to this, Lanting's miscellaneous affairs have retreated to the outside.

The interest in her was briefly aroused, and then quickly extinguished, and there was no time.

But today, seeing her hiding there and crying, she looked like she was holding on again, and it seemed that a small wave had lit up again in his calm and waveless heart.

He remembered that morning, when she had left the hotel in a hurry and had bumped into her at the door of the hospital's operating room.

At that time, she was like this, although her eyes were full of tears, but her face was fierce, chasing her brother-in-law with a bag, especially like a little hen guarding her cubs.

He asked Zhang Yan whose family members were outside, so powerful.

Zhang Yan pointed to Lan Yue, who was lying down: "Her sister, her husband doesn't seem to be a person who feels sorry for her, but fortunately she has a sister who knows cold and hot." ”

Probably because of his rare sympathy, he was extremely dedicated to Lan Yue's treatment, and even went to the ward later.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the conversation page with Lan Ting, indicating that there was an expired and unreceived money, two thousand yuan.

After a little hesitation, he clicked on the input box and replied to the message.

………………

Lanting bought lunch and several more fruits to share with the rest of the room.

Everyone said no, but Lan Ting only said that he bothered everyone and scared the baby, so he was really sorry, and he retreated several times, but he accepted it.

Lan Yue was still in the same position as when she left, lying with her back to her, covered with a quilt, and the nurse Aunt Zhang glanced at her on the side and shook her head gently.

She pulled out the table from the end of the bed and set it up the same: "Sister, let's eat, I bought pigeon soup and drank it while it was hot." ”

Lan Yue turned a deaf ear and remained motionless.

Lan Ting moved the bench over, beckoned Aunt Zhang to eat together, swallowed a few mouthfuls of food, leaned over to see that Lan Yue's pillow was wet with a large patch, and the whole person was sobbing and trembling from time to time.

She sighed in her heart, only to feel very weak: "Don't worry, Xiang Wei, that bastard, will come out in the next few days." ”

It took a long time before Lan Yue trembled and said, "Really? ”

"Really!" Qiao Qingqing poked her head out and answered, "Domestic violence can't be locked up for that long, fifteen days at most." ”

Lan Yue finally sat up and asked Qiao Qingqing again, "You didn't lie to me?" ”

Qiao Qingqing was accompanied by a kind aunt, she smiled and said: "Qingqing is a lawyer, she knows all this, don't worry." ”

Lan Yue glanced at Lan Ting, who was eating with her head down, and knew in her heart that her sister was for her own good, so when she glanced at it again, she saw Lan Ting's band-aid hidden in her hair.

"What's wrong with your head?" She hurriedly half-sat up and went to ruffle Lanting's hair.

Lan Ting turned his head to dodge, poked the rice in the box with chopsticks, and didn't raise his head: "It's okay, I hit it." ”

"Show me, girls' families, it's not good to have scars." Lan Yue tugged at her shoulders to pull her over to see.

"Oops," Lan Ting flicked his hand, "can you have more scars, what's there to see." ”

Lan Yue froze in mid-air, sat down again, and began to wipe her tears again.

Aunt Zhang put down her chopsticks, stood up and patted Lan Ting gently: "You kid, why do you always make your sister cry, you can't cry during the confinement, you won't be able to open your eyes when you're old in the future." ”

went over to hug Lanyue in her arms, and took out a piece of paper to wipe her tears, "Good boy, your body is important, listen to Aunt Zhang, you can't cry anymore." ”

Lan Ting puffed out and sat like a stone, and Qiao Qingqing walked upside down.

Her son woke up and was babbling, and she stuffed the child into Lan Yue's hand: "Look, he's smiling at you." ”

Lan Yue hurriedly sat upright, at a loss, and looked down when she heard this, the child's bulging face, round eyes, and long eyelashes almost covered half of her face.

He waved his little fist, said a few words, and really smiled at Lan Yue.

Lan Yue only felt that his heart was softened by his smile, and the depression in his chest was diluted a lot: "Really, he really smiled, look at Lan Ting, he looks so good when he laughs." ”

She moved over to show Lan Ting, Lan Ting twisted, and finally didn't resist the cute cannonball: "She looks like Miss Qiao, she is really angry." ”

Qiao Qingqing was a little proud: "Fortunately, he looks like me, like his father, it's over." ”

She rubbed her son's small chin and squeezed her eyes at Lan Ting, "Your sister will give you a more energetic little nephew in the future." ”

The two sisters glanced at each other awkwardly, and Lan Yue carefully squeezed out a smile.

Lan Ting approached the child and nodded his little nose blankly: "My sister designated me to give birth to the most beautiful little niece, so that you can't chase it." ”