Qingting was stunned for a moment, guessing a bit, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Only at critical moments can one see the true nature of a person clearly. This is true at all.
Leng Zongkai frowned and dialed the phone. Soon there was movement inside. Lan Xin opened the door and walked out. She looked surprised and greeted warmly, "Uncle, why are you here? Come in quickly, Mommy.
I definitely want to see you."
She has only met the head of the Leng family a few times and is not very familiar with him, but she will not miss the opportunity to please him.
Leng Zongkai nodded slightly and walked in quickly, followed closely by Qing Ting. Lan Xin wanted to stop her, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, Qing Ting slapped her away. She gave her a look of contempt and pushed her away in a swagger.
Go in.
Leng's mother was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, her face was as pale as paper, her breath was weak, and she was unconscious.
Leng Zongkai sat by the bed and looked at her silently with a complicated expression. As time passed by, Qingting's mood became heavier and heavier.
The indoor atmosphere was terrifyingly stagnant, filled with a touch of sadness. Qingting couldn't bear it any longer, pushed the door open and looked at the sky outside the window quietly.
The weather was gloomy and cloudy, as if it was going to rain.
A pitiful voice came from behind, "Cry, it will make you feel better."
Qingting raised her head and sighed softly. She couldn't cry in front of outsiders. Her fragility and sadness were only left to the silent night and to herself.
"Sometimes, people are really insignificant and life is fragile and can break at the touch of a touch."
Shao Zhongyu looked at that delicate figure sadly, a girl who was strong yet fragile, brave and fearless, rational and emotional at the same time, the contradiction was heartbreaking.
"Fool, don't hold on, show weakness at the right time, rely on others at the right time..."
A bitter smile escaped from the corner of Qingting's mouth, "Who can I rely on?"
The slightly cold sound was held in the mouth, curling up, revealing an unknown dull pain.
A wave of hot blood rushed to his forehead, like a volcano erupting. The words he had been holding in his heart for a long time finally came out, "I will always wait for you, waiting for you to rely on me..."
Qingting was greatly shocked and turned around, "Brother Shao..."
A cold voice came from not far away, "I seem to be late."
The two of them looked over at the same time, and saw Leng Qirui, who was dusty, with slightly messy hair, a light scratch on his forehead, and a very poor complexion.
Qingting was startled and couldn't help walking towards him, "Leng Qirui, what's wrong with your face?"
What happened?
Lan Xin's figure rushed over, forcefully pushed Qingting aside, and took his arm to the ward, "Brother Rui, you are finally back. It's great. Mommy will be very happy to see you. You
Come in and see her."
Leng Qirui's heart was so heavy that he couldn't care about anything else. He followed her into the ward and saw his unconscious mother, and his face became even more ugly.
His eyes fell on Leng Zongkai, his eyes darkened, "Why are you here?"
Leng Zongkai looked tired and rubbed his eyebrows, "Come here and talk to your mommy. She needs your encouragement."
Leng Qirui's expression changed and he walked into the ward without saying a word.
After an unknown amount of time, the door to the ward was opened, and Leng Qirui walked out with a solemn expression. Lan Xin clung to his side, never leaving.
Qingting looked at him silently, but did not walk over.
Leng Qirui kept staring at her, his eyes fluctuating violently, "How could this happen? What happened?"