Chapter 19

Cold style other hospital is located in the center of the city, settled in the suburbs, between the two is not a short distance.

Leng Yichen tied her seat belt and got into the cab.

As he skillfully turned the steering wheel, an Xiaojing turned her face and looked at him. The coldness in her side was less severe than usual and more childish.

On his white and clean face, there was a sharp outline, and his vertical hair just covered his wound.

An Xiaojing opened her eyes slightly.

She has to admit that Leng Yichen is very good-looking, and the scar on his forehead does not affect his handsome face, but adds more hardness.

His thin, sexy lips were gently clenched, and his shirt in his suit slightly opened a button, revealing his wheat skin.

An Xiaojing swallowed and quickly closed her eyes.

Don't look at me if I'm not polite, don't look at me if I'm not polite! Don't be confused by his beauty!

Leng Yichen turned his head, looked at her slightly trembling eyelashes, and the corners of his mouth stirred up a touch of fun.

Because she worried about Leng Yichen last night, an Xiaojing didn't sleep well all night. When she saw Leng Yichen's face as usual, she felt less guilty.

Close your eyes for a while, then go to sleep.

Leng Yichen turns his head and finds it funny to see her sleeping with her head tilted.

She leaned back in her chair, her lips slightly open, her straight black hair blocking most of her face.

Leng Yichen turns his head, and suddenly a car appears in the right lane. His eyebrows pick lightly, and a low curse overflows from his sexy lips. Then he sees his slender white fingers quickly wiping the steering wheel and passing the right vehicle.

Leng Yichen had just finished breathing a sigh of relief, but in a flash, an Xiaojing fell on him.

Leng Yichen's face turned black in an instant.

And an Xiaojing at this time very coincidentally, the head just hit him in the leg! One hand was under him by mistake

Hiss

Leng Yichen took a cold breath, twitched his eyes, and sweat oozed from his forehead

An Xiaojing took out her hand, rubbed her sore cheek, and then pressed it with her paw!

What is it?

Well Soft

Soft Soft What's wrong?!

She suddenly woke up, in front of her eyes is a black trousers, she blinked, looked at the position of her hand, like an electric shock, instantly pulled back her hand.

Looking up, Leng Yichen's face is as black as Baogong's!

With a smile, she immediately sat up straight, turned her head and looked out of the window. An Xiaojing was crying.

Do you want to Bad!

"An Xiaojing."

As soon as an Xiaojing heard him call her, she immediately broke down and wanted to cry.

Brother, I didn't mean to Don't call me Don't call me

"An Xiaojing!"

"Here it is

"Which way down the highway?"

An Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief, "east side direction."

Leng Yichen looked at her expression, in the heart rose a evil idea, hook hook lips, "just how the touch?"

It's like a flash of thunder. It's splitting an Xiaojing inside and outside!

"No No No I didn't mean to She didn't know how to answer him for a moment!

So, Leng Yichen, are you a hooligan! You can say that at will!

An Xiaojing roared wildly in her heart. If there was a script, would the next line be, "if you do this again next time, I'm afraid I won't have so good patience!"

How can this kind of 8:00 vulgar TV drama plot appear on her?

It's almost embarrassing

An Xiaojing kept struggling and roaring in her heart.

However, there was a low voice in my ear, "Oh? Not on purpose If you do this again next time, I'm afraid I won't be so patient! "

An Xiaojing: Sinopec

corners of the mouth smoke, Anxiao Jing turned a white eye, heart to make complaints about cold.

Then it took more than an hour for the car to drive to the suburbs, and it took more than half an hour to drive to the home villa. An Xiaojing's heart still didn't recover when she jumped to her throat.

The car stops at the entrance of Anjia villa. An Xiaojing and Leng Yichen get out of the car. Leng Yichen's mobile phone suddenly rings before entering. He looks at the caller ID and signals an Xiaojing to go ahead and answer the phone.

An Xiaojing nodded and didn't care about him any more. She has something very important to deal with immediately.

As soon as she entered the villa, an Xiaojing saw Jiang Meng lying on the sofa. She heard someone sitting up immediately. Unexpectedly, an Xiaojing suddenly came back.

"You Why are you back? "

"This is my home. I can come back anytime I want. I don't need to report to you, do I?"An Xiaojing poured herself a glass of water and sat on the sofa with one foot up on her other leg.

"You said before that if I married Leng Yichen, I would send my brother to a better hospital for treatment. Now I have married Leng Yichen. Have you done what you said?"

Jiang Meng didn't expect that the first thing an Xiaojing did when she came home was to question her about it.

It's just for her to threaten an Xiaojing. How can she really do it? What's more, she just took an Xianyang to a hospital in the United States. She didn't care about him. She didn't know whether he was alive or dead!

Jiang Meng flattered with a smile, said: "not yet, where so fast ah, these days is not in contact with the hospital, the United States there is a good hospital is difficult to contact!"

"That's right!" An Xiaojing raised her lips contemptuously.

She won't believe Jiang Meng's lies! When she was three years old? So easy to cheat.

"Then Aunt Meng might as well give me the address of the hospital where my brother is now. I have some friends who are just in the United States. I can ask them to contact me for help."

Jiang Meng pulled the corner of his mouth and his face turned pale slightly.

If an Xiaojing knew that she had never been in charge of an Xianyang, she would tell her father! An Fu is such a son as an Xianyang. If he knows about this, he will not be able to stay at home, even if his life can be saved!

Jiang Meng's eyes are turning round. As she is about to speak, an Xiya, who is standing upstairs, suddenly shouts out: "an Xiaojing!"

At this time, an Xiaojing really wants to take out the courage of smashing Leng Yichen yesterday and smash it at an Xiya!

This damned woman comes out to make trouble at the critical moment every time!

Jiang Meng was relieved.

An Xi Ya's toes are high, his head is raised, and his nostrils are facing the sky.

"Where's my necklace?"

"What necklace?" An Xiaojing said impatiently.

"The one you took!" Anxiya insisted.

It suddenly occurred to an Xiaojing that what she said should be the necklace with the letter y.

A headache! I forgot all about it! I don't know if that necklace is still on the cruise ship!

However, an Xiaojing will never admit that she took the necklace. Moreover, the designer of the necklace was originally her father, who made it for her. I just don't know why she was taken away by an Xiya!

She still dare not ask her father

An Xiaojing gritted her teeth and turned her head. "I said I didn't take your necklace. Can you stop talking nonsense?"

"You Anxiya pointed at her, so angry that she didn't say a word.

"What are you talking about?" At this time, a low voice with attractive magnetism sounded.

The whole room was quiet for a moment.

An Xiya looks back and is stunned. Leng Yichen