Jiang Qian's tears were condensed in his eyes, and his eyelashes kept trembling.

She couldn't believe it.

Turned to look at him.

The man's clear eyebrows were calm, even if his face was cold, his bearing was calm and calm, and the extremely calm sentence "I am her father" exploded in her mind like a landslide tsunami.

Jiang Qian didn't feel the slightest shock from him.

She was so crazy just now that she didn't even think to explain the existence of Zhiling to him, and he didn't ask.

It turned out that he had known for a long time.

He had known about the existence of Ling for a long time.

He already knew that Zhiling was his daughter.

Lu Qingshi threw the suit jacket to Zhang Chuan, and was about to follow the nurse in, before leaving, his footsteps paused slightly, and his deep gaze fell on her crying red eyes, "I'm here, don't be afraid." ”

He resisted the urge to hold her into his arms again, restrained the strong distress, turned around and walked quickly into the rescue room.

Jiang Qian stood there dumbfounded.

Clear tears flowed all over his face.

Zhang Chuan came from behind her and handed her a tissue, but she didn't answer it, her pale little hand covered her forehead, and she cried silently.

Zhang Chuan knew that she was sad and afraid that she would think about it, so he could only tell her the truth, "Mr.'s life will not be long, he doesn't recognize Miss Zhiling, for you and Miss Zhiling, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, you are still young, if you marry in the future, Miss Zhiling can also enjoy normal fatherly love, but if you recognize Mr. and her father and daughter, it is too cruel to let Miss Zhiling suffer the pain of losing her father when the time comes, in this case, it is better to never let her know the existence of Mr." ”

Jiang Qian's breath trembled, her plain white fingertips pressed against her swollen and aching temples, she frowned, pursed her lips and cried sourly.

"Second Miss, please sympathize with Mr.'s hard work," Zhang Chuan sighed, "Hate is always easier to let go of than love, Miss Zhiling has never seen Mr. since she was a child, she must have complained about Mr. in her heart for her absence over the years, compared to the pain of losing her loved ones, Mr. would rather let her hate him, she has not met, she has no nostalgia, let alone forget." ”

Jiang Qian didn't speak, but Zhang Chuan clearly saw tears flowing from her fingers, she was silent, and her reddened nose moved slightly.

Zhang Chuan was also silent, so he simply stopped talking and gave her time to resolve herself.

There was a lot of people outside the operating room, and the cold wind poured in through the windows outside the hallway, burrowing into her sleeves, the cold sticking to the skin of her arms, and wisps of it into her limbs.

But she didn't feel cold, because that cold was not worth one-ten-thousandth of her heartache.

She asked in a hoarse voice, "How long does he have left?" ”

Zhang Chuan said honestly, "I can't make an accurate assessment, but at most two or three years." ”

But if the time can be longer, Mr. will not be so ruthless to her, in this world, I am afraid that only Zhang Chuan knows, Mr. gave her everything in his life, and only he knows how much Mr. loves her and how much he wants to be with her forever.

During the period after the lung transplant, Lu Qingshi lived in the house where he and Jiang Qian lived in the past, at that time, he often had a fever because of rejection, and when he was not awake, all he read was "shallow", once Zhang Chuan happened to be there, and he woke up from a dream in the early morning, Zhang Chuan didn't have time to help him, so he saw him look at the time and said that it was not early, and he was going to get up to make fried buns for Qianqian.

Zhang Chuan wanted to remind him that the second miss had not lived here for a long time, and the gentleman was burned and confused, or he dreamed of the second miss again, but his throat was blocked, and he really didn't know how to speak.

He stood in the room for a while, and when he walked out, he saw that Lu Qingshi had already opened Jiang Qian's door, and the man's tall figure was lonely and desolate in the morning light, standing in front of the door of the second lady, and stood like this for a long time.

He didn't know what Mr. was thinking at the time, maybe he finally woke up from his dream when he saw the empty room of the second miss, or perhaps, Zhang Chuan guessed to himself, he didn't know if Mr. had any regrets in his heart at that time, and regretted forcing the second miss away.

obviously loves so deeply, but he wants to force her to be the stranger he can't miss the most, the most familiar, and he pretends to be more ruthless than anyone else on the surface, but every late night, he misses her like crazy.

"Second Miss, Mr. has always been a person who looks down on life and death, if it wasn't for you forcing him to die, Mr. would not have gone for a transplant," Zhang Chuan's voice moved, "But since you have done it, I also hope you understand that a lung transplant is not a lifesaver, and after these two years, the lung function will gradually be lost, and Mr.'s body functions will fail rapidly, and there is currently no medicine or technology that can prevent this tragedy from happening." ”m.

Jiang Qian's tear-wet eyes looked at the door of the operating room with a red light.

She didn't respond to Zhang Chuan's words, because her throat was so choked that she couldn't say a word.

She didn't answer, Zhang Chuan said boldly, "I know you hate Mr. back then, and now you don't plan to do anything with Mr., Second Miss, but I have followed Mr. for nearly ten years, maybe my thoughts are selfish, please bear more, Mr. doesn't have much time, he doesn't want to delay you, but I know that he can't let go of you at all, only if you are by his side, he is really happy, so can you look at the relationship between Mr. who has taken care of you for many years, no matter how he rejects you and is angry with you, you must not leave him, Please make him happy for the past two years. ”www.

At the end of Zhang Chuan's words, his tone paused sadly.

His eyes were red, and he even bent down slightly towards her.

He had been only respectful and polite to her, and had never begged her so humbly.

Jiang Qian's eyes were raining.