She pressed her temples firmly, and a bold idea slowly began to take shape in her heart.
Mr. Zhou's wedding invitation was sent by his subordinates.
Yan Xixi accepted the wedding invitation calmly, and it clearly stated: Huang Xiaojue and Zhou Ting's wedding is scheduled for a certain day in a certain month. We sincerely welcome the guests.
Then I received a call from Mr. Zhou: "Miss Yan, have you received the wedding invitation?"
"receive."
"Will you go back to the wedding?"
She said simply: "I have many exams next month and I don't have time."
"What a pity. I thought you would definitely participate."
"I'm sorry too. The homework is too intense. If I delay, I won't be able to catch up."
"Ms. Yan, are you free recently?"
She paused and giggled: "Mr. Li Xianzhen said that you invited him, maybe I will come with him then."
Mr. Zhou secretly cursed ten thousand times in his heart: Bitch, bitch.
This damn bitch is obviously having an affair with Li Xianzhen - a nice Chinese woman who has suddenly become a fan of Bangzi. It can be seen that she is also panicking and will immediately pounce on any rich second generation.
Photographed Zhou Ting's wedding invitation.
Uncharacteristically, she posted on Facebook, Weibo, and WeChat.
Just like many vulgar fans who like to show off their wealthy friends, they say some disgusting blessings. It's as if she is Zhou Ting's close friend.
The rain, sleet, and snow were pouring into my neck. It was only four or five o'clock, and it seemed like the middle of the night.
Yan Xixi quietly walked into the hospital.
At the entrance, I saw Lin Zhiyun.
She followed him inside.
The special ward was heavily guarded. Zhang Xiang was not too surprised when he saw her and opened the door immediately.
It was only a few steps away, but my heart was almost beating out of my chest.
She was not too surprised. In fact, from the sudden ominous premonition that night, she knew something was wrong with him... Sure enough, Wang Donglin was lying on the hospital bed, with gauze wrapped around his head, unconscious.
She is just afraid.
She quietly sat down in front of him and quietly held his hand.
His hands are cold.
She held back her tears and almost leaned against his ear, very gently: "Brother Donglin, I'll be with you... Don't worry, I will definitely be with you no matter what time..."
That was the heat she transferred, and it was obvious that his palm gradually began to warm up.
The first expert consultation has just ended.
The experts filed away, leaving only one person.
She held various inspection reports in her hands and read them again.
For the first time in his life, Liu Daqing was so polite to someone, almost respectful: "Doctor Fang, will this operation leave any sequelae?"
Dr. Fang raised his head and smiled: "Don't worry. Although no operation is guaranteed to be 100% successful, Mr. Wang's situation is much more optimistic than I initially expected."
Liu Daqing breathed a sigh of relief.
"Doctor Fang, I have a heartfelt request."
"But it doesn't matter."
"I hope you will do the surgery yourself."
Doctor Fang still smiled: "Don't worry, I will do my best."
"I'm really sorry this time. I really can't do anything, so I asked Mr. Qu for help. Doctor Fang, I owe you a big favor..."
"Ma'am, you're too polite. It's a doctor's bounden duty. This is what you should do."
"How is your health, Mr. Qu?"
"TOEFL, the old man is still in good health."
"When Dong Lin is well, I will have to visit him in person to thank him."
Doctor Fang was very polite: "Madam, you're welcome."
