I originally wanted to use these reporters to force the matter of the two children to be settled as soon as possible.
But things didn't seem to be as easy as she imagined.
It seems to be self-defeating.
"Dear friends from the media, please go out for a moment. I have something to say to my son."
Ye Zizi dismissed the reporters who were blocking the room.
Cheng Yanke came back to his senses and glanced at Pei Ruomian's clothes on the sofa.
The room became quiet again, but his mind was in a mess.
He walked over, bent down and picked up Pei Ruomian's clothes one by one, folded them and held them in his hands.
"Sang Ke, please say something."
Ye Zizi frowned anxiously.
"Mom, do you have my key with you?" Cheng Shenke finally spoke.
Ye Zizi nodded, "Bring it."
After saying that, she lowered her head and found the key to Cheng Shenke's house in her handbag.
Pei Ruomian is not tall, but he can run well.
Neither Lu Anyi nor Wan Qianqian could catch up with her, let alone the reporters.
She kept running along the road, crying and running.
Once she's done venting, she will forget about it and won't think about it again, she swore.
"Mianmian..."
Lu Anyi and Wan Qianqian watched Pei Ruomian running further and further away. They couldn't catch up, so they simply stopped in frustration.
"Where's that damn girl Feifei? How did this happen? Ah?" Wan Qianqian was breathing heavily, out of breath.
I received a call from that girl at three or four in the morning, and I still haven't seen her anywhere.
Lu Anyi said, "Jingyou had a fever last night. At about five o'clock in the morning, she went downstairs to pour water and passed out on the stairs. Feifei and Mo Shen are in the hospital now."
After saying that, the two of them looked at the direction where Pei Ruomian ran away.
Pei Ruomian ran for about half an hour without stopping.
Finally arriving at a traffic light, she couldn't run anymore and stopped holding on to the road sign, trying to take a deep breath.
I ran too fast just now and kept crying.
As a result, he couldn't even lift his breath and he fainted.
She didn't know how long she had been in a coma. When she woke up and opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a hospital bed.
She looked around the ward. It was not a high-end ward, with two beds. The bed next door was empty. There was no one else in the ward except her.
I'm getting an intravenous drip on my hand.
Looking up at the pager on the bedside, she reached out and pressed it.
After a while, a male doctor in a white coat and glasses entered the ward.
"You're awake."
The male doctor asked Pei Ruomian in a very normal tone, as if he was asking his friend.
With his hands in the pockets of his white coat, his handsome face fit perfectly into the white coat he was wearing.
I feel like he looks like a doctor.
He walked to Pei Ruomian's bed and stopped, looking down at her.
Although he was very tall, he did not give Pei Ruomian the feeling of being condescending.
She looked at the male doctor standing beside her bed and asked, "Who sent me here?"
It's definitely not someone she knows.
Just look at the ward and you will know.
Because neither her family nor her friends would place her in such an ordinary ward without air conditioning.
The male doctor smiled at her and said, "The person who sent you here is my friend. She was afraid that you would be hungry when you woke up, so she went to buy you something to eat."
His voice is very clean, without any impurities.
"Your friend?" Pei Ruomian asked curiously.
This guy is so funny. When she asked who sent her here, she could just tell her his name.
He said he was a friend, who knows who his friend was.
