Chapter 205

"My friend had a car accident. How can you go? Prepare the car quickly. I'll go to the hospital to see my hand. Is this Ling Xiaohan OK? " Ji Qianchen sipped his lips and said this.

The housekeeper faltered and didn't know how to explain.

In fact, the young master didn't let her out because he was afraid of her accident, not just because of her arm injury.

"Well, I'll give you a call."

The housekeeper stands in front of the sofa, picks up the landline and is ready to call Ling Xiaohan.

The phone was dialed again and again, and no one answered.

Then the housekeeper called rob again.

No one answered.

And now, when the phone rings.

Ling Xiaohan and rob are engaged in a gunfight.

There was no time to answer the call.

Finally, the housekeeper helplessly turned to Ji Qianchen.

"Steward, I really don't have time. Help me with the car. "

Ji Qianchen, carrying his bag, hurriedly walked out of the villa gate.

The housekeeper sighed deeply and hurried to catch up.

The housekeeper personally drove Ji Qianchen to the first people's Hospital of the city.

Hospital, a sacred but heavy place.

Can save countless lives, can also send countless lives.

Ji Qianchen follows the ward mentioned by the nurse on the phone.

Go straight to the inpatient department, Room 203.

After entering, the ward was empty.

I didn't even see Cheng Cheng's figure.

Did she hear the wrong address?

Ji Qianchen turns to the housekeeper with doubts and says, "housekeeper, go to the front desk and ask if there is a patient named cheng Orange who has been sent to ward 203 after the accident. If not, look at which ward."

"Well, young lady, don't walk around. I'll be right back." The housekeeper rushed downstairs to ask.

The housekeeper went down and asked. Ji Qianchen looked around ward 203 again.

203 seems to be a high-end VIP ward. It's very large and all the facilities are the best.

Ji Qianchen feels something is wrong.

Cheng Cheng Cheng has no relatives and no money. It's impossible for the hospital to send her to such a good ward.

So Cheng Cheng can't be here at all.

In response, Ji Qianchen grabbed the bag belt and hurriedly turned around to leave the ward.

A dark muzzle of the gun is against her back, and the cold touch is real.

Ji Qianchen stops and turns around.

The bodyguard in black pointed a gun at her.

Behind him appeared an old man with great courage, with a cane in his hand and two bodyguards with guns standing beside him.

Mother chicken, is she being played again?

Cheng Cheng Cheng didn't have a car accident at all?

But why is Cheng Cheng's number calling her?

Ji Qianchen's eyes were rolling, looking at the old man in front of him.

Although the temples are a little gray, but the spirit is particularly good, and the whole body also exudes a kind of indescribable domineering.

This man is very much like a man.

Their facial features are surprisingly similar to those of Ling Xiaohan.

Is this Ling Xiaohan's father?

"Put the gun down, but don't frighten my daughter-in-law." Lingxiong takes the lead in opening his mouth, with a treacherous smile on his face.

The smile is frightening and creepy.

Several bodyguards put down their guns and went to the door of the ward to guard.

Sure enough, he is Ling Xiaohan's father.

The way she was tricked into coming to the hospital was a big surprise to Ji Qianchen.

"You are Ling Xiaohan's father, aren't you?"

Ji Qianchen can't call his father directly.

Besides, Ling Xiaohan hates him so much.

She certainly won't call for his father easily.

"Yes, little girl is a little competent. She can stand out from so many women and is liked by my son." Ling Xiong squints his eyes and looks at Ji Qianchen's petite body.

"Old gentleman, you praise me falsely. I can't tell you about feelings."

Ji Qianchen smiles and carefully answers Lingxiong's words.

"Old man? Ha ha, you really have the courage. " Lingxiong sneered.

For the little girl in front of me, I have a little more understanding.

It's worthy of being the woman that my son likes. She's a little braver than other women.

But then how, can not enter his eyes, still can not enter Ling's door.

"If one day, Ling Xiaohan will take the initiative to introduce you to me. If you are his father, I will call you father. After all, I am his wife, and I take him as my God." Ji Qianchen is right.Lingxiong shook his head and chuckled. He turned around and sat down on the sofa. "Come here, little girl, I have something to tell you."

Ji Qianchen looks back at the outside.

The Butler hasn't come yet.

It seems to be controlled by his people.

Ling Xiaohan doesn't let her go out, just to prevent her from being stared at by his father?

With all kinds of complicated thoughts, Ji Qianchen sat opposite Ling Xiong and looked at him with alert.

This character is quite different from Ling Xiaohan's, but he is also an old man with extraordinary momentum.

"Have you bound me once in France, sir?" Ji Qianchen suddenly remembered that Ling Xiaohan called that man old man at that time.

"Originally, I wanted to invite you to have tea. Who knows there would be so many obstacles. My own son burned a villa for you. For you, he could do anything."

Lingxiong put his crutch on, picked up the water cup on the tea table and poured out two cups of tea.

The tea was misty, obviously made before, waiting for her to come.

"Old gentleman, this villa should not be lacking, but if you feel sorry, you should not touch me next time, otherwise, it may not be so simple as a villa next time."

Ji Qianchen does not advise.

When it's time to take momentum, it's time to show your momentum.

"Haha, little girl, it's interesting. I'm an old man now. The most important thing is money. He burned one building and I bought another. So, I have the capital to move you." Lingxiong's smile gradually subsided and became a grim expression.

Ji Qianchen holds the skirt corner, and his palm is soaked with sweat.

Caught the tension and fear of Ji Qianchen's eyes, Ling Xiong held up his tea cup and pecked at the hot tea: "you've been around him for a long time. Let's talk about it. What's the condition? Leave him."

He means Ling Xiaohan.

Sure enough, there is still the kind of dog blood drama of throwing a woman's face money and letting her leave a man.

Ji Qianchen hissed and laughed, "my condition is not up to the old man."

Lingxiong listens, eyebrow picks slightly, came to be interested: "Oh? And what I can't do? Let's hear it? "

Ji Qianchen stroked his chin and pretended to think for a long time.

Then gave her answer: "I want to be separated from Ling Xiaohan, unless he dies, I die."

"Ha ha, I can't kill my son, but as for you, I knead you just like an ant."