She squinted her eyes, trying to see clearly, but the man did not move. He was tall and thin under the moonlight. Looking from Qingwu's direction, the man was facing her directly.
My heart was beating fast, as if it was about to jump out of my throat. The feeling was indescribably weird.
The man moved a little, as if he was planning to leave, but at that moment, a car sped past on the road beside the garden, its headlights turned on, and the light hurriedly passed over the man's silhouette.
Qingwu opened her eyes wide, and his familiar face was all white in her trembling vision. She felt that the ground around her was shaking, and her world was about to collapse. She stood in a daze, and her body began to shake in the void.
As the world was spinning, her lower back was firmly grasped by someone in time. Through her sweaty clothes, she could feel the strong arms of the person behind her. Then, he impatiently dragged her and she straightened up.
"Mom, what's wrong with you..." A soft voice came from behind. Qingwu turned around and met Ling Yansen's sinister eyes. As their eyes crossed, she lowered her head and touched Maomao's little head. Her voice was choked, "Mom, everything is fine.
."
Ling Yansen's face was expressionless, and there was an imperceptible sharpness in his squinted eyes. He looked in the direction of the stone pillar, his face was as dark as ice, and his tone was extremely impatient, "Are you going to get a bed or make a bed?"
Really? Please have some self-consciousness about being a mother! What does it look like to be so distracted!"
He regretted the words as soon as he said them. He didn't know where he got such a bad temper. Maybe it was because of the sick little man in his arms, maybe it was because of the man who just passed by him and her lost expression at the moment. As long as
When he thought of the connection, he became furious!
Her eyesight seemed to be wetted, and the tip of her nose was sore. Qingwu stood stupidly, her thin profile extending into the lonely night, looking so haggard. She had no idea why she was crying, and Ling Yansen's words did not mean anything.
It wasn't heavy, but her heart felt like it had been hit hard and torn apart with great force, as if she would die from the pain if she wasn't careful.
When Ling Yansen saw Maomao crying and asking for her mother, he had no choice but to give her the child and rush to the inpatient department. After the doctor's rounds, he put on an intravenous drip and took medicine. Maomao's condition was under control, and she fell asleep crying.
Qingwu sat on the bedside and hugged her, humming a lullaby. After a long night of tossing and drinking, she felt deeply exhausted.
Ling Yansen isn't much better, right? I really have to thank him tonight. Not only did he approve her request for leave, he also personally helped send mother and daughter to the hospital. He took care of her from the front and back. He was very different from his usual self. Even though he was a devil, he could still deal with big issues such as right and wrong.
He abides by his principles, and you can vaguely see the kindness in his heart.
But she didn't know that the reason why the devil turned into a good person was not just because of kindness...