When Tang Yaxuan came out of the room, she saw Bertha sitting on the sofa and meditating.
"Why, aren't you going to Lai Mansion today?" Bertha couldn't help but ask her.
Tang Yaxuan snorted and said, "I called and asked. She said that the woman An Yi has not left Qi Jun's room. Why does she want me to go there?"
Just when Bertha was about to say something, the phone on the side suddenly remembered. Tang Yaxuan hurriedly came over to pick it up. Her originally gloomy brows relaxed slightly, nodded and said, "Okay, I understand, thank you."
"How's it going?" After seeing her hang up the phone, Bertha came up and asked.
Tang Yaxuan smiled coldly and said, "Finally we found it. Do you know how Qi Jun was injured?"
"How did you get hurt?"
"It's Wen Rennuan."
"She?" Bertha was shocked and said through gritted teeth, "That damn woman, she doesn't really think that Mr. Ou's death is related to the young master, does she? Fortunately, the young master didn't leave, otherwise I would definitely not let her go!"
Tang Yaxuan glanced sideways at her and asked, "Do you want to let her go now?"
Bertha was startled, then she realized what she was doing and blurted out, "What do you think you're going to do?"
Tang Yaxuan slowly sat down on the sofa and whispered: "You know, stabbing someone is a criminal case. Criminal cases do not need to be filed in court. As long as we report the case, the public security organs will naturally investigate."
"You mean..."
Tang Yaxuan smiled: "You don't need me to explain it more clearly, right?"
There was a sneer at the corner of Bertha's mouth, but of course she didn't need it. Anyone who had hurt Lai Qijun, she would not let them go!
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The doctor came quickly, examined him carefully, and then said it was a high fever caused by wound inflammation. Fortunately, the fever was relatively clear to him, and it was not as serious as expected. He was given an intravenous drip and some medicine.
Everyone went out, and they were the only two people left in the room.
"Would you like some water?" he asked in a low voice.
Seeing him slowly shaking his head, An Yi said, "How about something to eat? The porridge is still warm."
He doesn't speak.
An Yi frowned and said softly: "You didn't eat anything in the morning. You need to eat when you are sick."
He actually laughed, low and sad.
It turns out that Wen Rennuan is so much more important than him. For Wen Rennuan, she is willing to humbly coax him to eat in front of him. No matter how awkward he is, she will not get angry.
He wasn't angry, he just felt sad.
He laughed to himself in his heart, no matter what, he just pretended that he didn't know and that she was really good to him.
An Yi was a little flustered by his laughter, and asked in a daze: "What's wrong?"
"Uncomfortable." He whispered.
She came closer and said, "Where do you feel bad? I'm going to call the doctor." When the doctor went out just now, she specifically asked him to wait downstairs, and maybe she would call him when something happened.
Lai Qijun took An Yi's hand, closed his eyes slightly and said, "My head hurts."
An Yi was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Then...I'll rub it for you."
He seemed to have received a satisfactory answer. He said "Huh" and loosened the hand covering her. An Yi turned around, sat closer again, carefully reached out and rubbed his temples. He snorted slightly,
After all, he didn't speak.
Her movements were very gentle. This time, she was really trying to please him, right? He wanted her to take care of him, so she wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable at all. When he was happy with her service, he heard about Ren Nuan.
I will definitely give up on this.
"I really want to be sick like this."
He suddenly and slowly said this sentence.
An Yi was suddenly startled, and her hand movements were hesitant.
He added: "You are only good to me when you are sick." Even if she didn't even mean to be good to him, at least on the surface, she was being good to him.
I don't know why, but hearing Lai Qijun say this, An Yi felt uncomfortable. What did he mean by saying this? He is a dignified young master, and he still needs someone to treat him well? So many women are flocking to him, and they can't wait for this second.
You can marry him. As long as Lai Qijun is happy, he can have as many people around him as he wants. Will he still care about her?
Biting her lower lip slightly, An Yi didn't say a word.
I don’t know how long it took, but her fingers were a little sore, but the man on the bed made no sound at all, and even his breathing slowly became steady. He must have fallen asleep. An Yi looked up and saw that the drip was fast.
When it was over, there were band-aids and alcohol cotton on the bedside table. She carefully pulled out the needle for him, and then pressed the back of her hand. His hand twitched slightly. An Yi was surprised and pressed it lightly.
He pressed hard and held his wrist with the other hand. He calmed down and soon stopped moving.
Because of the drip, his hands were cold, which was in sharp contrast to his body that was burning at the moment. He pulled the quilt on one side to cover him, and An Yi did not walk away, still sitting beside his bed.
Guard.
He really fell into a deep sleep, as if he was dreaming, his handsome eyebrows were furrowed, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
An Yi sighed, held the handkerchief and wiped it for him, then leaned over, but his wrist was grabbed. An Yi was surprised, he was very strong, but she didn't pull out. Hearing him say harshly
: "Mom, why are you leaving? Why are you leaving me behind!"
His word "Mom" made An Yi freeze up.
His face was extremely pale, as if he was suffering from pain, his breathing was already rapid, and he strangled An Yi's hand harder. An Yi frowned in pain, and he sobbed, as if he was crying.
She looked at the man on the bed in shock. In An Yi's opinion, Lai Qijun had always been strong, and he would never cry. At this moment, she didn't know why, but she felt a little sympathy for him. Although she didn't know what his mother had done to him
, but at this moment, it seems that he must hate it very much, but he can never let it go.
"Lai Qijun..."
He seemed to hear someone calling him, groaned, frowned and said: "It hurts, I hurt so much..."
An Yi became nervous, leaned over and asked him, "Where does it hurt?"
But he stopped talking, just held An Yi's hand and refused to let go. She had no choice but to let her hold her.
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In the evening, the phone suddenly rang. An Yi took it out and saw that it was from Ou Gongguan. When she picked up the call, Yangyang's voice came from the other side: "Mommy, where have you been? Why don't you go home?
?”
An Yi hurriedly lowered her voice and said: "Yangyang, dear, Mommy has something to do right now. She won't be back for a few days. You have to listen to Grandpa Chen, you know?"
But the child asked back: "Did that bad uncle bully you again?"
Almost instinctively, An Yi glanced at the person on the bed and shook her head: "No."
Just as she finished speaking, Lai Qijun's voice suddenly came from the air: "Is it Yangyang's call?" She looked at him in surprise, not knowing when he woke up.