"Qianzi, you are really a lunatic. You are satisfied now, aren't you?" An Jie tightened his hair in pain. He knew that he had completely lost Xiao Tong, completely!
"If I were a lunatic, I would have been forced by Anjie." Qianzi said sharply.
Her face was extremely pale.
She really wanted to tell An Jie that she would even risk her life for him.
She was using the little time she had to love him.
She is racing against time, and she wants to win more time with Anjie.
"Were you forced by me? You have always been a lunatic, a hysterical lunatic." Anjie cursed at Qianzi.
He really wanted to slap her, but when he saw Qianzi's cold sweat and painful expression.
Anjie still held back, he didn't want to hit a woman, especially a woman who looked like she was seriously ill.
Anjie angrily picked up his coat and coldly left.
"Anjie... Anjie, save me." Seeing Anjie about to walk out the door, Qianzi suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. Her vision went dark and then she became dizzy. She tried to open her mouth.
Calling Anjie's name.
She wanted him to save her.
But she just opened her mouth but made no sound.
And the second before she passed out, she could only watch An Jie's ruthlessly leaving back from a distance while twitching in pain on the ground.
The suffocating pain in my chest came over me like an overwhelming mountain.
The unbearable pain consumed Qianzi's body crazily.
Qianzi thought that this time was really the moment when her life finally came to an end.
But I don't know how long it took, when Qianzi woke up from her trance again, she raised her wrist with difficulty and looked at her watch: it was two o'clock in the morning.
In other words, this time she was unconscious for six hours.
And during these six hours, she was curled up alone on the carpet in the hotel room like a poor homeless child.
There is still a tightness and pain in my chest.
Qianzi curled up in pain and struggled to climb from the ground to the bed.
But because her body was too weak, she couldn't climb onto the bed at all.
Cold sweat broke out again, quickly soaking her pajamas.
Qianzi just squirmed on the bed like a dying creature.
She gasped and fumbled around on the bedside with her hands, and finally she found her mobile phone.
She dialed Uncle Ling's phone number and wanted him to come and rescue her.
Now, she doesn't want to die yet.
Her plan has just begun. If she wants to implement it perfectly, she must live strong.
Even though her life has reached the end of her life, she still has to hold on.
One week, she must last another week.
She wanted to die in An Jie's arms wearing a white wedding dress.
It should be a kind of happiness to die in the arms of the one you love!
Thinking of this, Qianzi's pale lips raised upwards in a slightly beautiful arc.
"Hello -" Uncle Ling received Qianzi's call, and he exhaled heavily during the call.
That's because I have been worried for too long and suppressed for too long.
Ever since he left the Jinyue Hotel, he had been on pins and needles and couldn't calm down.
"Ling...Uncle Ling, hurry...come and save...save me." Qianzi's hands were trembling, her breathing also caused a needle-like pain in her chest, and her lips were almost split.
, she was talking to Uncle Ling almost breathlessly into the phone.
"Miss, how are you?" Uncle Ling immediately felt that something was wrong.
His forehead was also covered with a layer of cold sweat.
"I...I'm so...so tired." Qianzi suddenly felt that her eyelids were so heavy, and she really wanted to take a nap and never wake up again.
"Miss, hold on, wait until I arrive. I'll be there in ten minutes." Uncle Ling said anxiously to Qianzi on the phone.
Unexpectedly, the thing he was most worried about appeared.
Qianzi's current physical condition should give her a good rest, but what she did was seriously overdrawing her life.
Ten minutes later...
Uncle Ling had already rushed to the elevator entrance in Jinyue Hall in a panic. At this age, he trotted all the way like a strong young man and rushed to Room A710.
Sure enough, Qianzi's situation was extremely pessimistic.
When he rushed, Qianzi was already in a coma again.
There was blood flowing out of her mouth, ears, eyes, and nose.
Uncle Ling was worried about Qianzi's current physical condition.
The state of Qianzi's body at this time was clearly the late stage manifestation of "xx terminal illness".
However, he previously expected that this state would only appear in half a year at the earliest.
In other words, once Qianzi develops the late symptoms of "xx terminal illness", it means that she only has about ten days left in her life.
Uncle Ling frowned and quickly treated Qianzi.
After Uncle Ling injected the medicine into Qianzi, when Qianzi's breathing gradually stabilized, Uncle Ling exhaled a long breath.
He suddenly thought that he should tell Qianben about Qianzi's current physical condition, or perhaps he was also going to tell Anjie about Qianzi's condition.
For Qianzi, Qianben and Anjie are the two most important people in her life.
She only has about ten days left, and she has the right to be cared for by these two people.
There is an old saying in China that "the dead are the most important." Uncle Ling believes that if Anjie knew about Qianzi's situation, he would stop complaining and hate her, right?
Thinking of this, Uncle Ling turned around and glanced at Qianzi's cheeks, which had almost returned to normal color, and then quickly hurried towards the hotel where Qianbonsho was staying.
This time, even if Qianzi blames him, he must tell Qianben the truth.
Furthermore, as a father, Qianben should also know about Qianzi's condition.
We quickly drove to the door of Senbonjo's hotel room.
Uncle Ling looked at the time, it was four o'clock in the morning.
"Dong dong——" Uncle Ling knocked on the door of Qianben's room.
Although he knew that doing so was disrespectful to Qianben, it was important and he couldn't care so much.
"Dong dong——"
Uncle Ling knocked on the door again.
Unexpectedly, this time Uncle Ling discovered that the door in Qianben's room was not closed at all.
"Tell all shareholders that I will rush back to Japan in one week." At this time, Qianbon had not rested yet.
He was holding the phone to make an overseas call to the secretariat of Japan's Sakura Group.
"I will definitely rush back within a week at the earliest." It seemed that there was some dispute among the senior management of the consortium. Qianben's expression looked anxious and dignified.
"Okay, let me make some arrangements. I will take the flight back to Japan this morning. The board of directors of the Japanese Sakura Multinational Consortium will be held tonight. You must make arrangements as soon as possible and make sure everything is flawless." Qianbon's big and lively eyes turned red.
, the expression on his face was solemn and sinister, as if something big had happened to the Japan Sakura Foundation.
This is the first time Uncle Ling has seen Qianben in such an agitated state after following Qianben for so many years.
"Okay, arrange it immediately. We must stabilize all employees and wait until I go back today. I will personally make an explanation to all employees." Qianben almost yelled at the director of the Secretariat on the phone.
roared.
Uncle Ling, who had been standing behind Qianben, could only shut his mouth when Qianben was extremely anxious.
It seemed that now was not the time to tell him about Qianzi's condition.
"Uncle Ling, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Qianben finally finished the call and said a little surprised when he saw Uncle Ling standing behind him.