Chapter 223

When ye Huanyan woke up, he only heard someone talking outside the door.

Vaguely, it was the female doctor who would come to see her every other period of time, and Lingling's voice. There was nothing else.

She closed her eyes, put her hands in the quilt, covered her lower abdomen, and a trace of tears crossed the corners of her eyes.

Fortunately, you are still there.

The female doctor told Lingling for two words, and then went downstairs with the medicine box. "It's no big deal, it's blood stasis. Pay attention to recuperation in the future, but coughing up blood once is no big deal, that is, don't cough up too many times, it will hurt the lungs."

Lingling sent the doctor out. When she came back, she saw ye Huanyan sitting on the bed and looking at the ceiling with her eyes open.

There was a dim yellow lamp in the room, which shone on her face. The outline was very soft, and there was not much bloodless appearance. The whole person seemed to be full.

"Miss ye, are you awake?"

She tried to appear as if nothing had happened. Quan thought it was a nightmare. After waking up, life could continue.

Ye Huanyan nodded weakly and looked behind Lingling.

This move fell into Lingling's eyes, and she couldn't help sighing secretly.

"After the doctor came, he said there was nothing wrong with you. The young master left now. In fact, the young master still cares about you."

The smile on ye Huanyan's face became more and more reluctant. After staring at the door for a while, he withdrew his eyes, closed his eyes, and whispered,

"Lingling, I'm sleepy."

"Then, Miss ye, go to bed. Everything will be all right when you wake up."

With her eyes closed, she vaguely felt that the light in the room was dim. Lingling closed the door and the room fell into silence, but she didn't feel lonely. At least she had a baby with her.

She has been used to deceiving herself and others. Even though she almost lost her life at that time, she was also pressed by him to cough up blood in her chest. But now in the dead of night, touching her stomach, she unexpectedly found that she still had a glimmer of hope for him.

In the old time bar, a group of men and women on the dance floor were driven to dance by the deafening music.

In the box just separated from the dance floor by hollowed out boards, Wang Peizhou of TR organized the anchors brought from Shanghai to celebrate the award-winning anchors.

Wang Peizhou turned around, grabbed a male anchor and asked, "where's Guoguo? Why didn't she arrive?"

The male anchor's face suddenly showed a narrow smile, "President Wang, weren't you also at the award ceremony just now? In that scene, although we are all thick skinned in this industry, it's not so thick?"

It's equivalent to taking a naked scene in front of the camera, but can't you go back and cry?

Wang Peizhou didn't think so. He glanced at the male anchor, "you think everyone is like you. You have to be thick skinned to do this business."

With that, he found a quiet place to call by himself.

"Hello? Guoguo, where are you?"

"Mr. Wang, I'm not feeling well. Won't I go tonight?"

A slightly choking voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How can this work? You won the Best Newcomer Award. You can win honor for us. This celebration banquet is held for you."

Yin Guoguo was not thin skinned, but sulky, forced to tidy up her clothes and get the prize, looked up, Ling Han had long disappeared, she thought it was probably because she felt humiliated and left early, and her heart was unwilling and angry.

"Mr. Wang, I still won't go. Have fun."

"Guoguo, I didn't say you. Why are you so ignorant? President Ling will come later. If you're not here, he asked me what to say, and thought I didn't handle today's affairs!"

Wang Peizhou's tone was a little bad when Yin Guoguo put on airs.

When hearing that Ling Han would also go, Yan Guoguo's face suddenly changed at the end of the phone.

"You said that Ling would also go?"

"Yes, I just got a call. I'm going to heat up the field now. Will you come?"

Come on, why not?

Hang up the phone, Yin Guoguo looked at his face in the mirror of the hotel. Young people can squeeze out water. Even if it is not as delicate as Sheng Enron, it has another style.

When changing clothes, she suddenly remembered the words that assistant Joe said when he gave her the dress today, "spray less perfume, Ling doesn't like it."

She looked at the clothes in her suitcase and suddenly hesitated. Recently, Ling Han seemed more and more impatient with herself. It seemed that no matter how carefully she dressed, she couldn't win his favor.

When Ling Han first met himself, he was particularly interested in himself. Why?

She doesn't believe in love at first sight. He is the first man who can show that kind of look at himself when she meets him for the first time. That look is clearly the love she has known for a long time, but she only met him once in Hujiang.

When I first met, I seemed to be wearing a school uniform?

Does this man have any special hobbies?

She shook her head. It should be impossible. If it were true, it would be easy to get started.

With this in mind, her hand for clothes slipped over the sexy dress and fell on the plain shirt and jeans.

Try it. After all, nowadays many men prefer those with pure appearance, don't they?

Ling Han's car stopped at the famous Houhai bar street in Lanjiang city.

After getting off the bus, I walked in the direction of the old time bar. There were many red men and green women on the street, as well as those who were exposed in the early spring weather. From a distance, I saw an alien figure at the door of the bar, white shirt, jeans, gray cardigan coat. At the moment, I was lowering my head and kicking stones on the ground in boredom.

He cluttered inexplicably in his heart, but he soon regained his consciousness and raised his lips in self mockery. How could it be her?

At the moment, the figure obviously found him, waved his hand from a distance, and then trotted all the way to him, "President Ling, you're here."

"Is it you?" Ling Han's eyes showed a trace of surprise.

Yin Guoguo glanced at his clothes along his eyes, clenched the hem of his cardigan with both hands, and whispered, "President Ling, I just humiliated you, I should be careful..."

Ling Han frowned and stared at her, looking at her fake innocent dress, and a sneer in her heart.

What's the difference between dressing like this at the door of a bar and being a bitch erecting a memorial archway?

I don't know what message I gave her to dress up like this to flatter him.

"Women who pretend to be smart look boring. In front of me, you'd better put away your little smart."

He dropped a word coldly and walked straight into the bar.

Yin Guoguo stood where he was, looking embarrassed.

This man is far different from the legend. It's easy to get close to him. It's difficult to really get his favor. At this moment, she suddenly began to admire Sheng Enron. What skill did she use to stay with him for nearly a year.

Looking at Ling Han's figure disappearing into the bar, she clenched her fingers in place.

Anyway, tonight is probably her last chance.