That night, Nangong Qianyue didn't go back to Lan's house either, she left directly on the pretext of feeling unwell.
Xia Qi was like a Christmas tree, with blingbling jewelry all over her body. After going back and explaining to the two children for a long time, she lay down on the bed tiredly and fell asleep.
At 1:30 in the morning, Lu Nannan suddenly knocked on the door of Lan's house.
Everyone was woken up by the housekeeper, Lu Nannan came in, and said nervously to Lan Bai: "Go and see, Qianyue committed suicide. She has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."
"What? She committed suicide?" Lan Bai frowned, his face darkened.
"Yeah, it's not today's auction, you just care about your Miss Xia, you don't care about Qianyue at all. You don't know how many people are talking about Qianyue on Weibo now. She has become a joke in the circle of ladies in the North Country. Qianyue Yue is someone who cares so much about fame, how can she stand you like this." Lu Nannan said, tears streaming down her face, as if she hated the blue and white scum to death.
After listening to Lan Bai, he turned around, stepped forward with his slender legs, and went straight back to the room. After changing his clothes, he took the housekeeper and followed Lu Nannan out.
As for Xia Qi, accompanied by two children, she stood quietly at the railing on the second floor.
"Mummy, that's a shocking white lotus." The little bun pursed his lips, a little despising Nangong Qianyue.
And the little loli also stuck out her tongue, "Hmph, this method of suicide was only used in TV dramas a long time ago, and it's an old routine now, okay?"
"Hey! This Nangong Qianyue is so good that she didn't learn it. She knows all the crooked Nangong family!" Mrs. Lan sighed softly, and looked at Xia Qi at the same time, "Qiqi, go to the hospital. Look at Yiran, don't let him be tricked so that he doesn't even have any pants left."
"Grandma, it's up to him." Xia Qi didn't want to go there.
If Lan Bai likes Nangong Qianyue, it's a routine, and he's willing to do it.
It was useless for her to say more in the past.
"It's for him, it's also for you. Be obedient, go and have a look. Grandma is inconvenient, so it's not good to follow you young people to the hospital to make trouble. You just think it's for grandma and help grandma run errands, okay? Grandma please It's gone." Mrs. Lan rubbed her hands together and stared at Xia Qi.
Xia Qi couldn't stand children and old people at this age the most, so when Mrs. Lan begged her, she really had no choice.
She had no choice but to nod and said, "Okay, I'll go to the hospital now."
Xia Qi went to the hospital in Mrs. Lan's special car.
On the other side of the hospital, when Lan Bai entered, Nangong Qianyue was already lying on the hospital bed. She cut her wrist, and now her left wrist is useless.
The doctor kept telling him how to recover, but she couldn't listen to a word.
"Mr. Lan, you're here." The doctor saw Lan Bai coming in, heaved a sigh of relief, walked over to the man and said, "You persuade Miss Nangong. You must seriously recover, or in the future..."
Lan Bai nodded, walked over, stood beside the hospital bed, she lowered her eyes, staring at Nangong Qianyue's face.
At this moment, the woman's face was bloodless, and there were traces of tears on it, and there were also traces of tears at the base of the curly eyelashes.
"Why are you here?" Nangong Qianyue asked with a bit of resentment.
Lan Bai stared at the gauze-wrapped wrist, and said with a little guilt: "Why are you so stupid?"
"I'm not stupid, I'm guarding my love in my own way. Lan Yiran, I can't live without you, understand?" Nangong Qianyue said, tears streaming down her face.
Lanbai breathed a sigh of relief, "I know."