Feng Zhiming was sitting in the office, his face a little pale, sweating on his forehead, he opened the drawer, took out a bottle of medicine, and then opened the lid of the medicine bottle, Li Rui walked in, "President?"
"I'm fine, bring me a glass of water." Feng Zhiming endured the pain in his stomach and swallowed a few pills.
"President, let me take you to the hospital!" Li Rui said to him worriedly. It had been going on for many days, and Feng Zhiming had been doing this all the time.
Feng Zhiming could only shake his head, but he was in too much pain to speak.
In the end, Li Rui drove him to the hospital.
As soon as Ling Yanyan walked out of the restaurant, the mobile phone in her bag rang. She took out the mobile phone and looked at the caller number, but she didn't know whether to answer it or not.
"Who called? Why didn't you answer the call?" Li Minghao stood next to him, looking at her hesitation.
But the ringtone of the cell phone stopped ringing at this moment, "Nothing, let's go back." After saying that, Ling Yanyan walked forward.
Li Minghao and Qin Lin behind her knew the reason when they saw her expression and low mood. This was an emotion she had never shown in front of them in so many days.
After taking only a few steps, the text message bell rang. Ling Yanyan still pressed the read button. Miss Yanyan, the president is hospitalized. Come and see him.
Is he hospitalized? Ling Yanyan's hand holding the phone dropped weakly.
"Yanyan?" Li Minghao supported her body that seemed to be about to fall.
Ling Yanyan turned around and grabbed Li Minghao, "Send me to the hospital quickly. Hurry!"
"Yanyan, what happened?" Li Minghao looked at her puzzled.
"Something happened to him. I want to go see him." Ling Yanyan threw away the hand holding her and ran forward regardless of the high heels she was wearing.
Li Minghao turned to Qin Lin behind him and said, "Qin Lin, take the car back and I'll take Yanyan to the hospital." As soon as he finished speaking, he drove to catch up with Ling Yanyan.
Li Minghao parked the car in front of the hospital, "Yanyan, do you want me to accompany you?" Looking at Ling Yanyan in the passenger seat who looked pale and weak, he didn't trust her alone.
"I'm fine. You can go back and stay with Linlin." Ling Yanyan got out of the car, waved, then turned and ran into the hospital.
"Where is Li Rui, Zhi Ming? Why is he hospitalized?" Ling Yanyan walked up to Li Rui and asked anxiously as soon as she saw him.
"Miss Yanyan, CEO, he has stomach bleeding." Li Rui took her into the ward.
"Stomach bleeding? Why is this happening?" Ling Yanyan looked at Feng Zhiming, who was sleeping on the hospital bed, and tears fell silently in an instant.
"The president's stomach has been bad. Recently, in order to prevent himself from having time to think about you, he has arranged a lot of entertainment, so that's why he is like this." Li Rui said to her, "I'm outside the door. If you need anything, just call me." Then.
Left the ward.
Ling Yanyan sat down by the bed, "Why can't you take good care of yourself?" she murmured softly.
A small hand touched his face. He became haggard and thinner, and his beautiful thick eyebrows were wrinkled.
"You are not doing well at all? Shouldn't I let you go? Do you know? I miss you too, I miss you so much. As soon as I close my eyes, all I see is your figure.
I know I shouldn't miss you, but I can't do it! I really can't do it." Ling Yanyan kept talking in his ear, tears blurred her eyes, and tears fell down
Her cheek did not fall on his hand.
Feng Zhiming's brows relaxed, he opened his heavy eyes, and saw a small face drooping, crying non-stop, chattering incessantly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "She's here, she's here"
Came to see him.
"Yanyan." Feng Zhiming struggled to speak, his voice a little hoarse.
As soon as Ling Yanyan heard his voice, she quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand and smiled lightly: "You're awake, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? I'll call the doctor." After saying that, she stood up and prepared to walk out.
, but was held by Feng Zhiming's big hand.
"I'm fine." Feng Zhiming shook his head. Seeing her coming, why should he feel uncomfortable? No matter how painful his body was, he still felt the pain in his heart when he lost her.
Ling Yanyan sat down again, "Are you really okay? Why don't you take good care of yourself? Didn't you say you can't drink too much?" She began to lightly beat him, "You did it on purpose, right? You did it on purpose?
You want to make yourself sick and make me uneasy, right? You are a bad person and I hate you!" Tears fell down again.
"Don't cry!" Feng Zhiming wanted to get up, but Ling Yanyan stopped him, "Don't move! You have to lie down."
Feng Zhiming lay down again, "Yanyan, you still love me, right?" He asked lightly, but everything she just said fell into his ears.
Ling Yanyan lowered her head and said nothing, pursed her lips tightly.
"Why don't you say anything?" Feng Zhiming glared at her, "If you don't come here because you love me, just leave!" What a damn tough talk!
After he finished speaking, he turned his head away from her and didn't look at her.
After hesitating for a long time, Ling Yanyan stood up and prepared to leave.
"Ling Yanyan! Stop!" Feng Zhiming didn't expect that she would actually leave, so he yelled at her with all his strength.
Ling Yanyan turned around aggrievedly, looked at his pale face, sweating, and the needle in her hand was bleeding due to his struggle just now, and quickly returned to the bed, "Don't move!
"
She obviously wanted to help him, but he hugged her tightly.
Li Rui heard Feng Zhiming's shout and ran in, but saw the two people hugging each other tightly, then quietly exited and closed the door again.
"Zhi Ming, let me go." Ling Yanyan was held tightly in front of him.
"Say you love me!" Feng Zhiming buried his face in her neck and said domineeringly.
Ling Yanyan's face was buried in his chest. She loved him. How could she not love him? But she couldn't!
After a long time, Ling Yanyan finally spoke: "I love you, I love you very much."
Feng Zhiming let her go and looked at her face, "I love you too, don't leave again."
Ling Yanyan nodded silently, looking at the blood flowing on his hand, "Does it hurt? I'll ask the doctor to bandage it for you." She reached out and pressed the button on the bedside.
After a while, the doctor and nurse came in, removed the needle from his hand, and put gauze on it to stop the bleeding.
"Go to bed early tonight! There are some things I don't recommend you to do now." He looked at the two of them with an ambiguous expression, and then left the ward.
Feng Zhiming looked at the blush on Ling Yanyan's face and raised the corners of his lips, "Come here!"
Ling Yanyan just stepped forward and was taken into his arms by him, "Stay with me tonight." Her voice was soft and soft, and then she reached out and patted the empty space on the side.
"No. You are sick!" Ling Yanyan refused in a low voice.
Feng Zhiming bit her small earlobe lightly, "Don't say no! You must do what I say." As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yanyan was already carried to bed by him.