Chapter 870

"Who the hell are you?"

Mu angqi did not expect that Leng Lingtian would suddenly push her away.

She always thought that as long as she took the initiative, he would not refuse, but the reality is

Her mind is full of twists and turns, all kinds of ideas emerge, but on her face, she looks very hurt, as if she was abandoned by her beloved.

She was shocked, sad and tearful.

"Lingtian, who else can I be? I'm angel, your wife!"

Leng Lingtian stared at the woman in front of him. This face was indeed Mu Anqi's, and her tearful eyes made his heart soft.

But the inner feeling of not being clear and not knowing the way still exists.

He raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows: "sorry, there have been too many things recently, and his mind is a little confused!"

Muangela took his arm and nodded.

"Otherwise, I'll go back to the company to help you, so I can share some for you!"

This sentence makes the originally calm cold days again like being bombed by a bomb. The mind is buzzing and the alarm bell is ringing, but the face is still calm.

Mu angqi said that she didn't want to go back to the company. She had a dream since she was a child. She wanted to design her own clothes and jewelry. In the future, she would let her good friends wear the clothes she designed and the jewelry she designed for a show. But now, she said that she would go back to the company to help.

If she didn't as like as two peas in Mu Anqi's face, he would push her away.

Leng Lingtian's heart has been turned over, but he has to pretend to be calm on the surface.

"Do you really want to go back to the company and help me? Don't you always want to do your career well? "

Mu angqi droops her eyes, which is a good way to cover up her guilty eyes.

"You and I have children, do we still share each other? Yours is mine, and mine is yours. "

Hearing this sentence, Leng Lingtian is not only not half touched, on the contrary, his heart is full of irony.

Because in the past, mu angqi would not have said such a thing to him on such matters.

And he was more sure that the woman in front of him just had a face similar to Mu Anqi.

Inner tension, worry, really where mu angqi is, but he has to pretend that nothing has happened.

In fact, the cold weather is also very painful.

But mu Anqi leans to him and wants to lean into his arms.

Leng Lingtian's eyes see that she has to rely on it, and a sense of dislike comes out of her heart, which pushes her away out of instinct.

Mu angqi looked up in doubt: "Lingtian..."

Leng Lingtian said, "you'd better go back to bed and have a good rest. Just now Liu Li called me and said that the company has something urgent to deal with. I have to go back to the company immediately."

"In such a hurry?"

Unexpectedly, Leng Lingtian lied with a calm face and no blush at all.

"Well, you'd better cooperate with the doctor and have more rest!"

Mu angqi looked disappointed: "OK, then you go!"

After he helped her back to bed and sat down, he stretched out his hand to smooth her messy broken hair, but when his finger touched her face, he took it back.

This series of actions are seen in the eyes of Mu Anqi, the fundus of his eyes flashed quickly, but it was only a flash, so fast that others could not notice.

Leng Lingtian takes back her fingertips and looks as usual. She still helps her cover the quilt.

No matter what happened, the woman always wore the same face as Mu Anqi. Therefore, he hated and resisted, but he couldn't help but want to care about it.

Naturally, Liu Li didn't call him, and naturally he would not return to the company. Instead, he wanted to find out as soon as possible whether the man had taken a person away before he left the hotel, and that person is really likely to be the real one

Leng Lingtian shook his head. Things really become very complicated. If Mu Anqi is not real Mu Anqi, why does this fake look so like her?

Where is it really now?

He was absorbed in his thoughts when suddenly a man with bandages all over his face and unable to distinguish between men and women hit him. Out of instinct, he stretched out his hand to hold him.

"Are you all right?"

Hearing this familiar voice, mu angqi suddenly raised her head. When she did see the yearning face in her eyes, she looked at him with complex eyes. She had too many words in her heart to tell him, but she couldn't say it, couldn't make a sound.

She could do nothing but stare at him with complicated eyes.

Leng Lingtian's heart didn't know why. Suddenly, it was very painful. His pupils shrank, like someone with a blunt instrument hitting his heart.

He looked at that pair of eyes full of crystal clear, inexplicably feel familiar, these eyes, seems to have seen where?

He was about to search for such a pair of eyes in his memory when Deng an's phone call came.

The abrupt bell let Leng Lingtian come back and let Mu Anqi go.

Take out your cell phone and answer it.

"Mr. Leng! It's a bit strange. Please come and have a look at it! "

"OK, I'll be right here!"

He hung up the phone and was about to turn around when he remembered that he had just bumped into a man and stopped.

Mu Anqi was still standing there, like a helpless child. Her face was wrapped in bandages. She couldn't see anything except her eyes, but her eyes were so hard to open.

Leng Lingtian stared at her eyes for a moment: "you..."

What he wanted to ask was, who are you? Why do I think you are very familiar with her? But when the words came to my mouth, he felt very abrupt. So he just took a deep look at her and left.

Mu angqi stood in the same place, watching the tall figure gradually leave, the viscera like something to move the same, deep pain.

Ling Tian, it's me. I'm angel. Don't you see that I'm here?

I am the real angel. The one around you is fake and a fake!

Unfortunately, she can't make a sound, her face is still like this, and her hand is injured. How can she prove that she is the real mu angqi?

Even if she can speak, even if she can write, I'm afraid no one will believe that she is mu angqi!

Tears condense in her eyes. She wants to cry and vent her grievances in these days through tears. But Bai Junchen's words come back to her mind.

Can't cry, a cry may infect the wound, there may be scars, she must be strong, to recover as soon as possible, so that she can stand in front of the cold Lingtian, hand to tear the fake!

Deeply inhaled as like as two peas, she was about to return to the ward, and suddenly saw a woman in front of her, with a face almost identical to her. She was walking towards her with a dignified look. Her hand was sweating when she was on the way.

Did she recognize her and know that she was the real mu angqi?

It's hard to argue that she's hurt now and looks like this again.

Just when she was nervous and didn't know what to do, the man ignored her and walked by her.