Feng Xiaoxiao blinked, and there was moisture in his eyes.
"Xiao Xiao." Weng Qiange held her hand, "Don't hesitate, he should be responsible for this matter. If you want to operate, you need his signature."
Feng Xiaoxiao still said nothing.
"What's wrong?" Weng Qiange frowned, "Is he not coming?"
"No." Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head, "I believe that as long as I tell him, he will definitely come. Nie Zheng is... very good to me."
"whispering sound."
Weng Qiange dismissed it, "If he was really good to you, there would be no divorce."
"Qiange." Feng Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly, "That's because you don't love me. There's no way to force it."
Hey. Weng Qiange sighed, "Okay, I won't force you. If Nie Zheng doesn't come, you still have me."
"Thousand Songs."
Feng Xiaoxiao held Weng Qiange's hand tightly, not without fear.
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Back in Jinyuan, Feng Xiaoxiao contacted Liao Qingming. She was afraid that Nie Zheng was busy and would disturb him.
"Madam." Liao Qingming was surprised, "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Mr. Liao, Mr. Nie...are you busy?" Feng Xiaoxiao asked cautiously.
"Yes." Liao Qingming said, "Madam, are you okay?"
"Uh..." Feng Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip and asked, "Where is Mr. Nie now?"
Liao Qingming was slightly startled, "In Jingcheng, Nie's house. The old man has some things to deal with."
"Oh, okay." Feng Xiaoxiao smiled lightly, "I understand, thank you."
In the end, he didn't say anything and hung up the phone.
Feng Xiaoxiao held the phone and felt a strong impulse in her heart. She wanted to see Nie Zheng immediately and tell him about this! There is a saying that Weng Qiange said is right. This is their common problem, and
Only Nie Zheng can truly understand her mood.
She wants to [3q Chinese ] go to Nie Zheng.
Here, Liao Qingming hung up the phone with a suspicious look on his face. Why did his wife call?
The door behind him opened, Nie Zheng walked out, and Chen Mo followed him.
Liao Qingming shook his head, "Madam didn't say anything. She just asked if you were busy and where you were."
"No more?"
Nie Zheng frowned.
"Uh, um." Liao Qingming nodded.
Nie Zheng was confused. Xiaoxiao contacted Liao Qingming to ask herself, but she didn't say anything. Could it be that she was just confirming whether he was in Ancheng? Hehe, she would be much more comfortable if he was not there.
"I see."
Nie Zheng nodded and walked straight forward.
Today, he still has many things to deal with.
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In the evening, Nie Zheng finished handling the matter and was about to get in the car when he received a call from Song Feixue.
"Hello……"
"Azheng!"
Before Nie Zheng could say anything, he heard Song Feixue's anxious voice, with a suppressed cry.
Nie Zheng frowned and said, "Feixue, don't be anxious. Tell me slowly what's going on."
"My mother is sick!" Song Feixue was in a panic, "The doctor said a lot, but I couldn't understand it. Zheng, I don't know..."
"I see."
Nie Zheng comforted her, "Don't worry. Which hospital is my aunt in? I'll be there soon and I'll talk to the doctor. Don't worry and don't think too much."
"Yes." Song Feixue swallowed her head and nodded, "I understand, Azheng, when will you arrive?"
"Soon, wait."
After hanging up the phone, Nie Zheng got into the car and said, "Go to Renai Hospital."
"yes."
Liao Qingming glanced at Nie Zheng and sighed secretly. Mr. Nie had been tired for so many days and had no time to rest. He finally took a breath. Something happened again.
The Song family is also a famous family in Jingcheng.
The Song family has many descendants. Song Feixue's father is not the most respected son in the Song family. But since Song's father passed away two years ago, their family has become less and less valued.
Mrs. Song has been in poor health over the past few years and is depressed, so she often goes to the hospital.
However, this time the situation is a bit serious.
"Feixue."
When Nie Zheng rushed to the hospital, Song Feixue's eyes were red and swollen from crying. When she saw Nie Zheng, she immediately threw herself into his arms.
"Azheng!"
Song Feixue leaned in Nie Zheng's arms, crying and shaking her head. "I'm so scared, will my mother..."
Nie Zheng frowned and couldn't bear to pull Song Feixue away.
He just comforted me, "Didn't I tell you not to think too much? I'm going to see a doctor."
"Yes." Song Feixue nodded, "Zheng, now that you are here, I won't be afraid anymore."
Nie Zheng let go of Song Feixue and went to see the doctor.
Mrs. Song's condition is indeed not good. She suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and needs immediate surgery.
"Azheng!"
Song Feixue leaned into Nie Zheng's arms, "What should I do?"
"It's okay." Nie Zheng reassured her, "Since it is necessary, arrange the surgery immediately."
"But..." Song Feixue's eyes were red.
"I'm here to accompany you." Nie Zheng nodded towards her and gave her a firm look. "Everything will pass and Auntie will be safe."
"……Um."
Finally, Song Feixue signed the surgery consent form, her hands shaking.
"Let's go."
Nie Zheng supported her, "Go to the lounge and sit and wait. The operation will take a long time. If you keep doing this, you won't be able to bear it when Auntie comes out."
Song Feixue nodded and entered the lounge next to Nie Zheng.
Nie Zheng took off his coat and put it on the sofa. He looked at Song Feixue and said, "Feixue, have you eaten?"
Song Feixue crossed her arms and shook her head.
"No, how can I have the appetite?"
"This won't work."
Nie Zheng stood up and said, "I'm going to ask them to prepare some food. At least eat a little."
Song Feixue nodded absently and watched Nie Zheng go out. She was upset when she heard a cell phone ringing.
This ringtone was very familiar to her. It was Nie Zheng's cell phone.
"Um?"
Song Feixue reached out and took out her cell phone from Nie Zheng's pocket, and was about to call Nie Zheng at the door.
"Ah..."
However, the moment I saw the name on the screen, I was stunned.
——Xiao Xiao.
It’s Feng Xiaoxiao!
Huh. Song Feixue sneered, clutched the phone tightly, and pressed the answer button without hesitation, "Hello."
As soon as he heard Song Feixue's voice, Feng Xiaoxiao shivered, "You...Song Feixue?"
"Why such a suspicious tone?" Song Feixue said coldly, "Obviously, it's me. Otherwise, which other woman could touch Ah Zheng's cell phone?"
Feng Xiaoxiao swallowed, "Then..."
"Feng Xiaoxiao."
Song Feixue said bluntly, "If you are looking for Nie Zheng, I can tell you that he is with me now."
What?
Feng Xiaoxiao hesitated, "You are also in Jingcheng."
"Oh?" Song Feixue was a little surprised, "You know a lot, no... what do you mean when you say that? Are you also in Jingcheng?"
Women's intuition is sometimes so subtle, ready but unexplainable, and does not need any basis at all.
"hehe."
Song Feixue laughed and said, "You didn't say anything. It seems that I was right. Feng Xiaoxiao, you are really interesting. Now you are chasing Nie Zheng all the way to Jingcheng?"
She bit her lower lip, unable to stop her hatred.
"Can't you just stay in Ancheng? At least, Jingcheng is my and his city! It has nothing to do with you!"