Chapter 365: Young Master Leng, Please Call Me Warm
He had just come back from outside. Snowflakes were falling outside and the weather was freezing cold. His fingers, with a hint of coldness, touched her warm skin.
The collision of cold and warm!
Wen Nuan suddenly wanted to laugh. This feeling was more like their last names and more like the feelings between them.
She chased him, but he was cold. Later, the two hearts were closely connected, and he was cold again. She gave him her warmest things, and he said to her on that cold rainy night with a cold mobile phone: "
Nuannuan, let’s break up.”
She lowered her head, stared at the hand held tightly by him, smiled suddenly, and raised her eyes to meet what she once thought was the most affectionate eyes in the world.
Just one glance, and the strange feeling arose again. She quickly turned her face away, took out her hand and walked to the window, saying softly: "Young Master Leng, please call me Nuan Nuan."
Stop saying that affectionate name, she will have the illusion that he still loves her...
Tears welled up in her eyes quietly. She raised her head and forced it back.
It's snowing outside. It's the first snow this year. It's very small. White snowflakes are falling lightly. I open the window and reach out. The snowflakes fall on my hands and quickly melt. They seem to be there.
Nothing is like the love she experienced.
As unreal as a dream...
Leng Yan stood behind her, the sadness in his eyes deepening little by little, and the sting in his heart became unbearable. For a moment, he really wanted to tell her everything, he wanted to tell her that he loved her, and this idea took root ever since.
, it gets deeper every day, and I never have the thought of giving up. But what if I say it and then do it?
Will she be pained by love and never be able to get out of his shadow?
How could he be so selfish? He loved her so much. How he wished she could regain the happiness they had when they first met. How he wished he had never appeared in her life.
"Nuan Nuan, don't be with your elder brother just because you feel guilty about him. He is not suitable for you. He is not as gentle as you seem on the surface..."
Her lips moved slightly, but the words she spoke made Wen Nuan feel a thorn in her heart. She came back slowly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised and smiled: "Surface? How many people in this world are different from what they are on the outside, just like
…”
She swallowed back the word "you" and just lowered her head, looking at the shoes on his feet: "It's difficult to know the heart when it comes to knowing a person's face. This sentence applies to many people, not just Leng Ye."
If you are a different person yourself, why should you criticize others?
She believed him before. She thought that his heart was the same as what he showed, that he loved her madly. For her, he would do anything. But that cold rainy night told her: You can never know a beloved person.
Your man, what decision will he make in the next second?
"Nuan Nuan, listen to me, Tan Qing is more suitable for you."
His urgent words irritated Wen Nuan even more. Leng Leng raised her head. She looked into his eyes, tears welling up in her eyes: "Young Master Leng, I beg you! Don't rush to find a man to sell me out, okay?
Is that so? We no longer have any relationship. I am not a dead stock in your hands, and you need to be so anxious to find a man for me! Don’t worry, I will never pester you, okay? "
Does she seem like someone who would destroy other people's feelings?
"Leng Yan, why are you promoting me? Do you think that I will continue to love you after three years of love and become a emotional bomb between you and Ji Wei at any time? I tell you, no, I won't
As for insulting yourself!"
Wen Nuan stared at him, enunciating every word very clearly, holding back the tears in his eyes, and asked several questions in a row aggressively.
Every sentence was like a sharp sword, a sharp knife, which cut Leng Yan's heart into pieces, making him panic but helpless.
Watching Wen Nuan leave, Leng Yan stood there foolishly until he heard Leng Ye calling him from inside the door. He looked down at the blood beads pinched out of his palm, wiped it with a tissue, and then pushed the door open and said, "Brother."
"Why did you come back suddenly? Did you go to see dad?" Leng Ye asked, weakly.
"Not yet." Leng Yan said in a low voice. Hearing that his throat was hoarse, he poured a glass of warm water and put a straw in it for him: "You didn't tell your family about the car accident?"
No one from the Leng family had ever been here, so he judged that this would be the case. Just now, the assistant just said that the eldest young master had something to do and didn't go to work, and didn't say anything else. It seemed that Leng Ye's hospitalization was not mentioned to them.
"Dad is not in good health. I'm afraid he will be irritated." Leng Ye sighed and did not refuse the water he handed over. He took a few sips gently and twisted a knot between his eyebrows: "I didn't expect it to be like this. Last time I checked
It was not found out at the time, so I suspect that Dr. Ma misdiagnosed him, but he is out of the country now and there is no way to find him."
"Misdiagnosis?"
Leng Yan's heart trembled.
"The result of the current investigation is..." Leng Ye frowned in distress and closed his eyes before he could continue: "Stomach cancer..."
Leng Yan's face was already pale, and his lips were blue-white: "You said dad...stomach cancer?"
"Only the three of us know about this now. In order to prevent dad from being stressed, the doctors are hiding it from him."
Leng Ye sighed longly: "The doctor's surgery has been arranged, but at this time, I can't be with you."
He looked at Leng Yan: "Yan, my leg needs to go abroad for treatment. If I am in China and not with my father, he will definitely become suspicious. So, I hope you can hide it from him and say that I have something urgent to go abroad.
"
"Have you found a doctor?"
Leng Yan's fingertips that had just been warmed became cold again.
Leng Siyuan...stomach cancer...misdiagnosis...
These words were swirling and dancing in his mind, causing waves of dizziness.
He lowered his head slightly, glanced at his body, and raised a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.
He initially thought it was a misdiagnosis, but the result... ha!
He clenched his fingers into a fist and slid his nails over the scratched area, wishing that the pain would go numb.
"Arrangements have been made for Dad and the doctor who will give me the treatment I need. I will be there soon. You are the one who will be watching over Dad."
"I know." Leng Yan sighed, with distress and confusion on his brows.
What happened to the Leng family?
Three grown men, none of them are healthy...
"How is your health?" After a moment of silence, Leng Ye saw that his face was slightly pale and said: "Yan, let the doctor check you and adjust your stomach. You are young and your stomach needs to be well maintained, otherwise you will be in trouble."
At dad's age, it's too late for everything."
Leng Yan was slightly stunned.
Two brothers, this is the first time in three years that the eldest brother cares about him so much, which makes him a little surprised. His eyes glanced at Leng Ye's legs, and he felt a little emotional:
Can true love be seen only in times of adversity?
He shook his head: "I'm fine. It will take some time before I finish the medicine Doctor Wang gave me. I have been paying attention to my diet recently and there has been no recurrence."
Only Dr. Wang, him and Ji Wei knew about his true condition, and he had never mentioned it to Li Qiu, Leng Ye, or Leng Siyuan.