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Ji Weiyang sighed, and couldn't help but start to explain, "Yan Yan Yan, Ding Yi Fei is Tang Feng's lover, and the child she lost is also Tang Feng's. I have nothing to do with her."

"But that's not what she told the reporters." After a moment of silence, Zhan Yan finally spoke out. In fact, she really wanted to ask: Where is Lu Anqi? You had nothing to do with her? However, she didn't dare to do so, because there were some words that would leave her with no way out once they left her mouth.

Ji Weiyang laughed helplessly, and lightly hooked her chin, and joked: "Who asked your husband to be so outstanding, she likes me, and it's not something I can control."

Zhan Yan laughed helplessly, and punched him lightly in the chest.

A dull pain came from his chest, but he only smiled and held her hand. "You want to murder your husband?"

However, Zhan Yan was a doctor, so she could naturally tell that Ji Weiyang was strange. His face was all pale, and he looked sickly. What's the matter with you? Is it uncomfortable? " Her hand covered his forehead. The temperature was unexpectedly hot.

"I'm fine, go to sleep." Smiling warmly, he removed her hand from his forehead.

"Did you tear the wound? "No, come with me to the hospital right now." Zhan Yan forcefully brought him to the hospital, and when they arrived at the hospital, Ji Weiyang's face was pale from the pain, but from start to end, he did not make a sound.

There was trouble with the wound, and the newly healed bone was dislocated. He was back in the ward. Outside the ward, the attending physician criticized her. Although her words were very tactful, her face was burning red, and she wished she could find a hole to hide in. Finally, the attending physician even said to her, "As a doctor, you should know how to behave yourself.

The second time Ji Weiyang had been hospitalized, he had frightened his quite a bit. She had rushed back to the hospital, only after seeing his son safely lying on the bed did he calm down.

"Mom, I made you worry. I'm fine."

"Truly, the foster son is one hundred years old, and Chang You is ninety-nine years old. "Say, how old are you already and you're still worrying about me as a mother?" Luo Meihui sat on the side of the bed, her head lowered as she peeled the apples.

Ji Weiyang smiled but did not speak, but his eyes were warm.

"When exactly do you want to do this? Didn't she want a divorce? Then let her go. Could it be that the son of Ji Family was still not able to marry a wife?! Tingting has been waiting for you. "

"You mean Uncle Tang's family's children?" A while ago, you and Minister Li's nephew had a huge argument, and you still dare to marry such a person? I'm worried about how angry you are with your daughter-in-law. " Ji Weiyang said playfully.

"Stop talking nonsense with me, even if Tingting can't do it, with so many good girls, it's not like I have to deal with her, Wei Zhanyan."

He turned his head to look at his mother, and his expression became serious, "Mom, there are indeed a lot of good girls in this world, but the happiness that I want is something that only Zhan Yan can afford. Other than her, I don't want anyone else."

Luo Meihui's hand that was holding onto the fruit knife clearly paused, and then faintly sighed. This son of hers had grown up to be more mature than her peers since childhood. However, she was too deep and reserved, and very few people were able to see through his thoughts. When he was young, she gave him a luxurious and luxurious life, but he remained indifferent to it. When he grew up, she bestowed him with wealth that no one in the world could ever hope to attain.