"Stop making trouble. Just wait. I'll know what I'm going to do for you later. You can go out quickly."
She broke away from his arms and pushed him.
"No, I want to watch you cook for me."
After releasing Qian Qianqian's restraint, he leaned against the stove, looked at her, and spoke with a smile, but there was a look in his eyes that he was hesitant to speak.
How should I tell her, him?
．
．
．
．
．
Can't help her either.
"Okay, whatever you want, I don't have any objection if you want to smoke oil smoke."
While she was cooking the vegetables, she answered, almost not noticing the troubled look on his face.
Shi Jing saw that she was in a much better mood than before. If it wasn't because she believed so much that he could find the matching bone marrow, would she be so happy?
Qian Qian.
．
．
．
．
．
He murmured in his heart, but couldn't say a single word. He could only watch her cooking in silence, and the smile that showed up at the corner of her mouth from time to time, which made his heart ache.
"It's fried."
After she put the last dish on the plate, she turned around and looked at Shi Jing, who was staring at her absently, and said with a smile: "Stop staring, it's time to eat, young master!"
She stood in front of him, put her arms around his neck, and said, "Bring the dishes out."
"good."
With the depressed mood in his eyes gone, he nodded lightly to Qian, stretched out his hand, and took out his favorite dishes from the kitchen, but he lost any appetite.
He didn't eat much during the meal, and I don't know if Qian Qianqian noticed it. It wasn't until he returned to the room that Qian Qianqian put on a serious expression, looked at him, and asked:
"Jing, are you worried about something?"
"Huh? No...it's okay."
He had always been confident, but for the first time he did not dare to look directly into Qian Qianqian's eyes.
On the contrary, Qian Qianqian seemed to have vaguely guessed something, and her heart sank slightly. She stretched out her hand to hold Shi Jing's hand tightly, trying to sound calmer, and asked:
"Is there something wrong with the bone marrow matching?"
She boldly asked. Even though she was mentally prepared, she still didn't want to face it.
The probability of HLA matching among unrelated people is very slim. This is what the doctor told her, but she still holds on to hope vaguely. Just because it is slim doesn't mean there is none, right?
Shi Jing's eyes raised because of her question, and a layer of apology gradually filled his eyes, "I'm sorry, Qian Qian."
He stretched out his hand and hugged her gently. Apart from apologizing, he found that he could do nothing.
Damn it, everyone thinks he is omnipotent, but he can't help his fiancée, the woman he loves!
He blamed himself strongly in his heart, and Qian Qianqian's body became slightly stiff in his arms.
After a while, she heard Qian Qianqian's voice was steady but still slightly trembling. She raised her head in his arms, smiled at him, and shook her head, "It doesn't matter, bone marrow matching depends on luck.
Yes or no?"
She stretched out her hand to smooth the sadness between his brows, and her tone sounded a little relaxed, "Everyone thinks you are a god, are you really a god? Don't worry about this kind of thing."
She put her hand around his neck and comforted him: "The director is still undergoing chemotherapy anyway. It will take some time until the chemotherapy is completed. There may be other suitable donors."