Chapter 93

Ji Qianchen said his real intention, relieved, and his mood became smoother.

Ling Xiaohan stares at the last paragraph of text sent by her on the mobile screen. Her eyelids are drooping and her smile is full.

"I asked mother Zhang to stew an old hen for you."

Ling Xiaohan, after typing this string of words, found a chicken expression in his expression and sent it.

Ji Qianchen is crazily laughing on the sofa with his mobile phone.

Old hen.

It's also attached with a picture.

The chicken in the picture is beating vividly on the screen.

For the first time, she saw Ling Xiaohan talking and expressing her face.

It used to be, uh, uh

After chatting for a while, Ji Qianchen put down his mobile phone and went to the study to draw a picture.

Ling Xiaohan puts down his mobile phone and continues to work.

Two hours later, he received a call from the doctor.

"Say it!"

The doctor's thick voice came lightly: "young master, young lady today's examination results come out."

"Well."

"Contraceptive ingredients are gone, and some other normal, dysmenorrhea reasons are partly caused by the natural blood cooling of the young lady."

"Well, I heard that her hand was stabbed by you miserably?" Ling Xiao's cold and serious questions made his eyes cold.

It seems that you can transmit the chill from there through your mobile phone.

The family doctor shivered and panicked. "Young master, I have been very careful. The blood vessels of the young lady are very thin. I was stabbed at the same time, and I dare not miss anything."

Ling Xiao's cold and deep eyes stared at the bustling street scene in front of the office floor to floor window, with an awe inspiring look. "Are you blaming my woman for being difficult to serve?"

"No, no, sir, I dare not."

The doctor's head exudes a thin sweat, for fear of saying a wrong word, the high paid job will disappear.

"Pay attention next time."

"Yes, sir, I know."

"Well."

End of call.

The doctor wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand, and finally he was relieved.

In the evening, Ling Xiaohan calls Ji Qianchen before he leaves work.

"Is it still painful?" Ling Xiaohan holds his cell phone and asks directly.

Ji Qianchen finished the drawing with a pencil. "It's not very painful today."

"Well, rob will pick you up later, downtown hospital, and I will join you."

"What are you doing in the hospital? Is there something wrong with me? " The pencil in Ji Qianchen's hand fell on the table with a click.

Doctors have said before that her dysmenorrhea is caused by the cold of the uterus. In the future, the probability of pregnancy will be slightly lower than that of normal people.

She still doesn't believe it. Now she wants to come. It's really a problem.

"What do you curse yourself for?" Ling Xiaohan's tone was sharp and his brow was deep.

"If not, what are we going to the hospital for?"

"When it's time, wear more and it's cool outside."

Cut off the call.

Ji Qianchen bit his lower lip and mumbled a few words.

Open the chair, out of the study, go to the bedroom to change clothes.

Arriving at the hospital, Ling Xiaohan's tall figure stood in the autumn wind at the door of the hospital. Ji Qianchen locked his eyes on him at a glance.

After getting out of the car, she galloped to Ling Xiaohan's direction.

Autumn night, more and more cold. There was a breeze, blowing her hair in a loose curl.

Ling Xiaohan opens his arms and takes her running over into his arms. "What are you doing so fast?"

"Happy to see you."

Ji Qianchen's unbridled confession.

Ling Xiaohan chuckles. He puts his hand on her forehead and cleans up the air in front of her. His movements are very gentle.

Ji Qianchen is against the streetlight, looking at his handsome face. His drooping eyelids are like the deep-sea pupils.

"Go."

Ling Xiaohan's long arm around her back, from behind her slender waist to the hospital.

It seems that Ling Xiaohan doesn't need any guidance. He takes her to the inpatient department building by car.

Take the elevator all the way up.

"Who are we going to see?" Ji Qianchen Gulu Gulu looks around her beautiful eyes.

Anyway, it's impossible to visit Mubei.

I don't know which of his relatives.

Ling Xiaohan didn't answer her.

Ding --

elevator arrives at the 13th floor.

Ling Xiaohan hugs her out of the elevator and stops in front of a heavy VIP ward blocked by bodyguards.

The bodyguard stretched out his hand to block the way of Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen: "Mr. Ling, Mrs. Ling, we young master Mu are recuperating. It's inconvenient to be disturbed."

It was Mubei.

Ji Qianchen was surprised, her eyes were round, and dragged Ling Xiaohan to the place far away from the door of the ward to ask: "don't you hate him? Why come to see him. "What is the psychology of bumping people into the hospital and coming to visit them kindly?

"Did I say I came to see him?" Ling Xiao cold pick eyebrows.

"You are at the door of the ward. Haven't you visited him?" Ji Qianchen is not a fool. Isn't it something that is obvious?

"No." Ling Xiao, determined to veto, hugged Ji Qianchen and went to the door of the ward.

Rob parked his car and hurried up.

Go to the two bodyguards and take out a paper contract.

"Get out of the way. As the boss of your master mu, Gu Zong is obliged to see him and discuss the contract."

The two bodyguards looked at each other and finally gave way.

The ward door opens.

Mubei is leaning on the head of the bed, pale and haggard.

The head is wrapped in gauze, and the feet are hung with plaster. It looks miserable.

Looking at Ling Xiao's cold and early morning, his dark eyes flashed a fleeting shadow.

Then he regained his brilliant smile and warmly welcomed the arrival of Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen: "President Ling, Mrs. Ling will come to see me together, how lucky it is."

The honor farts, his heart is dripping blood.

Ling Xiaohan's picture of holding Ji Qianchen's waist tightly invades the bottom of his eyes and seems to sprinkle a handful of salt on his wound.

"Since Mr. Mu has come back from the ghost gate, I think he should have time to talk about the next contract with Ling." Ling Xiaohan opens his hand.

Rob rushed the contract to him.

Ji Qianchen is standing beside Ling Xiao's cold body. Her hands are burning hot. She is not comfortable.

Since it's business, why call her?

"It's because of the fear that I'll pass by in one breath. Can't Ling get a large amount of liquidated damages?"

Mu Beigou lip a smile, the two dimples on the face is very deep, after the injury, the thin cheekbones on the face are slightly convex.

"It's just one of them."

Lingxiao cold light eyes, thin lips micro Zhang.

"And the second."

"Second, I want to introduce my wife to Mr. mu." Ling Xiao's cold eyes scatter the treacherous light, and the corners of his mouth bend with a sharp arc, especially in the words of his wife.

Cough

Ji Qianchen was almost choked by saliva.

Knowing that she and Mubei have already known each other, she also introduces and introduces a ghost. Obviously, this is to make Mubei know his identity.

Mubei's beautiful lips twitch slightly, and the light in her eyes suddenly darkens. She says in a deep voice, "lingzong, why bother?"