I was so anxious that my mouth was on fire! Lao Ji checked, and it turned out that no daughter of any family was missing and lying in the hospital. Some people joked that Lao Ji had hit someone with his car, and now he is asking around about the condition of the patients.
Who are these people? It’s just nonsense.
Ye Rongxuan's biggest headache was Ji's mother's quick mouth. She glanced at Ji Mu and wanted to go on, but she said to Duan Zhao'an, "Zhao'an, come and take a look."
She couldn't tell whose daughter she was, but the other party probably knew her. When she saw her, her tears kept falling like rain.
After asking Duan Zhaoan to come over, Ye Rongxuan turned around and said to the lying woman, "Girl, don't be anxious. What you want to say will be discussed later. Let's take it slow. This is my nephew Zhaoan, don't..."
Before she could say the word panic, Ye Rongxuan noticed that something was wrong with the girl's mood. Her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, as if no tears were shed. She looked at her in disbelief, and shed more tears than before.
many.
Her lips were moving, and there was obvious pain in her eyes due to the wound on her chest caused by her emotion.
Ye Rongxuan seemed not to notice anything strange, reached out and touched the woman's forehead gently, smiled and said: "No argument, please speak slowly if you have anything to say." He was happy to see her, and to hear Zhao'an's name... he was more than happy,
But excited.
The light that flashed out of her beautiful eyes after being stunned was not as simple as mere recognition.
Getting to know Ji Mu, getting to know her, and getting to know Zhao'an... Ye Rongxuan's mind was racing, and Duan Zhao'an was already standing beside the hospital bed.
He was standing, and his arrogant figure did not bend down because the patient was lying down. He looked at the other person with a somewhat indifferent look, and his thin lips moved slightly, "I am Duan Zhaoan, if you have anything to say, please say it slowly."
The female patient's tears started to flow more fiercely. She moved her lips and shouted softly, "Zhao'an, Zhao'an..." There was no sound, she was sobbing silently, and her beautiful eyes were filled with sadness.
"Zhao'an, Zhao'an..., it's me, it's me, it's me."
All the woman's eyes were focused on Duan Zhao'an's face, her eyes filled with obsession, tears streaming down her face, and she looked at it infatuatedly and infinitely sadly. Even though Ye Rongxuan was very unfamiliar with this woman, the scene at this time made her wrinkle up.
raised eyebrows.
Something is not quite right.
He calmly leaned down and patted the very excited woman's shoulder with one hand. His eyes were soft and majestic, "Take your time, don't get excited, and be careful of your wounds."
It didn't divert the woman's attention. She even wanted to raise her hand, as if to grab something.
Her beautiful eyes that had always seemed a little sluggish burst out with a burning light. She was not deterred by the indifference on Duan Zhaoan's face. Even though Ye Rongxuan deliberately blocked her sight, she tilted her head so that she could see him again.
Ye Rongxuan frowned without leaving any trace, and without blocking the woman's view, he said to Duan Zhao'an, "Do you recognize who it is?"
"It's Lan Yin, I'm... Lan Yin."
As she spoke, her eyes looked greedily at this more mature and handsome face, the stern eyebrows, the thin lips, and the dark eyes... they were all so familiar that they made her miss her countless nights.
Everyone thinks about his handsome face.
She pursed her thin lips tightly, looked at the woman on the hospital bed with deep eyes, and said coldly, "The Lin Lanyin I know has a scar on her forehead. But I didn't see it on your forehead.
Who are you and why do you say you are Lin Lanyin?"
