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At the same time, at the corner of the room, Ji Weiyang picked Lu Anqi up from the ground and carefully placed him on a bench beside her. She half-squatted in front of her to check if she was injured.

"Aren't you going to wait for me in the ward? Why did you come out? " Ji Weiyang's warm and angry voice, however, did not sound reprimanding or reproach, on the contrary, contained a trace of concern.

Angel let out a coquettish laugh, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pouted. "I'm afraid you won't want me anymore."

Ji Weiyang frowned, and tore off her arm without leaving a trace, "I said I won't leave you behind, I definitely won't. "Angel, don't be so willful next time. If you can't see, it will be very dangerous to be alone."

"I know. Are you angry?" Angie giggled, her soft arms wrapped around him again, her head resting on his chest. "Vayon, I knew you cared about me."

Ji Weiyang was silent, but the look in his eyes was extremely deep and cold.

"Can you still walk?" After a moment of silence, Ji Weiyang asked.

Lu Anqi shook her head like a rattle drum, her arms wrapped around Yue Yang tightly, "My legs are in so much pain, I can't leave."

Ji Weiyang had no choice but to carry her off the bench and walk steadily towards the sickroom. Angie snuggled into his arms, a pleased smile on her lips. "Vayon, it's a good thing I have you."

The sound of footsteps slowly faded into the distance. Only then did Zhan Yan walk out of the corner.

She clutched her chest tightly, the pain spreading unrestrainedly in her chest. It was so painful that she almost couldn't breathe. Icy tears rolled down her face uncontrollably, carrying an endless sense of despair.

Zhan Yan felt the last of her strength being sucked out, and her body slid down the wall, limply falling to the ground. Her thin shoulders trembled, and she covered her mouth with her hands, suppressing the sound of her crying. Zhan Yan really hoped that she could see and hear everything that was just a dream. However, since it was only a dream, why could the pain be so clear?

So it turned out that in a place that she couldn't see, he and Lu Anqi were this intimate. So it turned out that his gentleness had never been displayed just for her sake.

Lu Anqi said: Veyan, it's a good thing I have you.

Yes, Lu Anqi had Ji Weiyang, but, what did she have? From start to finish, she was alone. Coming to this world alone, then dying alone.

When Zhan Yan returned to the sickroom, Du Xiaomo was already back, walking around anxiously.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere. "

"Go down to the little garden and bask in the sun." Zhan Yan replied indifferently. Her expression had long since returned to her usual tranquility, only that her face had become even paler.

She lay back on the bed, the covers over her head, and suddenly she was cold, and she wanted to hide.

Du Xiaomo only thought that she was tired and did not disturb him again.

In the evening, Lu Ruping came and brewed chicken soup with some nourishing insects and herbs.

"Auntie, you're here." Although Du Xiaomo was not too fond of Lu Ruping, but she was still alright with her face.

"Yes." Lu Ruping smiled and nodded, she placed the thermal container on the table and asked: "Zhan Yan is still sleeping?"

Du Xiaomo nodded her head, "I wasn't feeling very well in the afternoon, the doctor gave me an injection, maybe to calm my mind, I slept all the time."

"Then I'll leave the soup here for now. I'll let her drink it when she wakes up. Jing Nian is home alone, so I can't be at ease. I'll go back first." After Lu Ruping finished, he left.

Du Xiaomo sat back on the bed and flipped through the magazine in her hands.

But at this time, Zhan Yan, who was on the sickbed, was sleeping unstably, she felt as if she had had a very, very long dream.

She dreamt of the first Ji Weiyang she saw at her grandmother's funeral. He was dressed in a handmade black suit, handsome and cold. She dreamed of him kneeling on one knee among the flowers, asking her to marry him. She looked down at him and suddenly wanted to ask, Vayon, do you love me? Are you serious? Her thin lips trembled, but she found that she could not make a sound.

The scene kept changing, and everything around her suddenly became pitch black. The pitch-black darkness made her extremely afraid. Then she saw a little light ahead of her, and she saw her little face in a ponytail, sitting on the rocking horse, holding the beautiful Barbie doll in her hand.

Xiao Yan's eyes were smiling as she continuously called out, "Mom! Mom!" Zhan Yan reached out to hug her, but before she could even touch Little Yan, all of this seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

The scene changed nonstop once again. She dreamed that in the spacious corridor of the hospital, Lu Anqi fell onto the ground as she was hugged tenderly by Ji Weiyang, and Lu Anqi suddenly raised her head and kissed her on her lips. He did not avoid her, but instead passionately kissed her back, saying dotingly that she was "messing around".

Lu Anqi giggled, her arms wrapped around him as she was hugged tenderly. Ji Weiyang carried her and walked further and further away. Although she couldn't see, he was her eyes.

Zhan Yan stood behind them and chased with all her might. She cried out Ji Weiyang's name, but it was as if they were separated into two completely different worlds and he couldn't seem to hear her voice at all. Zhan Yan could only watch his back as she walked further and further away.

"Weiyang, Weiyang …" Zhan Yan lied on the sickbed, unceasingly struggling in pain, the corners of her eyes were already tearing from the pain.

"Zhan Yan, Zhan Yan, wake up, what's wrong?" Du Xiaomo nervously called out to her.

Zhan Yan finally woke up from her nightmare as her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Du Xiaomo asked worriedly.

"Yes." Zhan Yan nodded silently as she clutched her chest tightly. The pain was slowly eroding her heart veins. Her beautiful eyes were dyed with a layer of moisture, and her tears constantly moved, threatening to flow out at any moment.

She was suddenly very afraid, afraid to see his cold back, afraid to die alone. She was even more afraid that she would never be able to see that familiar face again after she died.

"What are you thinking about?" Du Xiaomo's voice came from above her head, interrupting her train of thoughts.

Zhan Yan shook her head indifferently, "Nothing."

"Oh, Auntie Lu stewed some chicken soup for you. It's still warm. Have some." Du Xiaomo poured the soup out of the thermos bottle and handed it over to Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yan sat on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed as she scooped down the soup. However, her eyes were unfocused, as if she was deep in thought.

As night fell, Zhan Yan received a call from Ji Weiyang. His deep and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, making Zhan Yan feel that it was not real.

"Yan Yan, are you home?"

"Oh, no, it's outside. with Xiaomo. " Zhan Yan replied softly. Of course she wouldn't let him know that she was lying in the hospital.

"Where is it? I'll pick you up. " Ji Weiyang asked with a domineering tone, not giving anyone the chance to reject.

Zhan Yan gave him the address of the coffee shop opposite the hospital. After hanging up, he lifted up the blanket and got off the bed, changing her patient's clothes.

"Where are you going so late?" Du Xiaomo pushed open the door and entered, asking a question she did not understand.

Zhan Yan wore a beige cashmere coat, with her long hair hanging down to her waist, making her small face look even more pale and haggard. She lowered her head slightly, like a child who had done something wrong, and timidly replied, "Weiyang, he wants to see me."

Du Xiaomo stayed silent for a while, and then let out a long sigh. If it was in normal times, she would definitely hate him for not being able to find the right words to say to her. But right now, nothing mattered anymore. Although Du Xiaomo kept on evading, she knew in her heart that Zhan Yan did not have much time left. Only Zhan Yan being happy was the most important thing, and the person who could make her happy was only that man, Ji Weiyang.

Du Xiaomo took out a thick scarf from the cupboard and tied it around her neck, instructing in a warm voice, "The temperature at night is too low, so I'm worried that I won't catch a cold. Come back early if you feel unwell. Don't forget to bring the medicine. I've already torn the bottle. If Zywane asks, just say it's a cold medicine.

"Yes." Zhan Yan smiled warmly and nodded, then said, "Xiaomo, thank you."

"That's enough. Hurry up and go, don't let him wait too long." Du Xiaomo sent her downstairs and watched her walk to the café on the other side. Not long later, Ji Weiyang's Land Rover stopped in front of the coffee shop. When she saw Ji Weiyang carrying Zhan Yan onto the carriage, she couldn't help but have a light, warm smile on her face. Probably, only Ji Weiyang could make her smile so happily.

How could Du Xiaomo not understand the feeling of crying for him, laughing for him, and feeling pain for him when she loved someone?

On the other side, Ji Weiyang's Land Rover was moving smoothly on the wide road. The air conditioning in the car was moderate, and there was a beautiful piano piece played on the stereo.

"What did you eat tonight?" Ji Weiyang gently asked.

"Private dishes." Zhan Yan replied casually. Lu Ruping cooked this as private food.

"Is it delicious?" Ji Weiyang asked again.

"Yeah, it's pretty good. It's just that the soup is a bit greasy." Zhan Yan answered truthfully.

Ji Weiyang smiled gently and did not say anything else.

The car was waiting for the signal at the intersection when Ji Weiyang turned to look at her. His hand caressed her pale little face, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Think of me? "

His tone carried a hint of playfulness, and Zhan Yan's eyelashes trembled. Her black grape-like eyes focused on him as she actually nodded her head very seriously.

"You think I miss you so much that you can spend more time with me?"

The playful smile on Ji Weiyang's lips gradually disappeared, and his eyes couldn't help but glaze over. For a moment, he didn't know how to reply. He rubbed her soft hair with his warm palm and said lovingly, "Ok."

At this time, the red and green lights changed, and Ji Weiyang started the engine again. Where do you want to go? Coffee, movies, or straight home? "

When he said the word "home", her tone carried a hint of ambiguity, so Zhan Yan naturally understood what he meant.

She leaned her head to the side, leaning her head against the window to look at the scenery as it receded. She replied in a daze, "Let's go watch a movie."

"Alright." Ji Weiyang smiled warmly and nodded, then turned the steering wheel and drove towards the cinema.

Seeing that most of the people at midnight were lovers, Zhan Yan stood outside the screening hall and looked at the introduction of the newly released movie. It was either a war movie or a police movie, she was probably not interested.

"What do you want to see?" Ji Weiyang asked.

Zhan Yan shook her head, suddenly she saw the flyer in the corner. It turned out that there was a new screening area in the cinema that was used to show outdated movies. And tonight's South Korean movie My Wild Girlfriend

"Look at this." Zhan Yan said indifferently.

"Alright." Ji Weiyang nodded obediently and bought a ticket. He also bought a popcorn and a cola from the self-selection supermarket.

Although it was an old movie, the people who watched it were not few. This kind of vulgar romance was probably more attractive to a young couple than war movies and police movies.

Zhan Yan sat shoulder to shoulder, she focused on the screen, while Ji Weiyang remained lazy, he did not like this kind of thing, rather than watching movies and wasting time, it was better to look at the financial statements. However, if the person sitting next to his was Zhan Yan, he would be very willing to do all sorts of meaningless things with her.

It was a classic comedy. In the screening hall, laughter could be heard from time to time. As the scenes changed, a wild and warm love story was playing on the screen.

When the heroine wanted to know how deep the river was, she pushed the hero into the river until he was close to his end before she rescued him.

At the coffee shop, the female lead asked the male lead what he wanted to drink. After answering the Coke, she called for two cups of coffee …

The two walked in the park, the heroine's high heels sharpening her feet. They asked the male protagonist for a change of shoes, telling him to put on her high heels and run in the park …

It was a hilarious scene, causing people to laugh from time to time. However, in the projection hall, everyone was laughing, and only Zhan Yan was crying.

Especially when the guy said, If she hit you, she had to pretend it hurt. If it really hurt, then she had to pretend it didn't hurt.

It was a seemingly simple sentence, yet it somehow touched the heart. The clear tears rolled down his cheeks slowly, like a shooting star streaking across the sky. After a short radiance, they would vanish.

Zhan Yan seemed to understand at this moment that love was actually destined to happen. Whether it was breaking up or staying together, the heavens had already planned for them to be together. Even if they were to separate, they would eventually reunite. And what was destined to be separated was only frustration. But unfortunately, she and Ji Weiyang belonged to the latter group.

"You're crying?" Ji Weiyang was slightly stunned. His jade-like fingertips gently wiped away the tears on her face. "Crying a little bit is really low. When she cried, his heart would always ache.

He took her cold little hand and kissed it lightly on the lips.

Zhan Yan's wet eyelashes trembled slightly. When she raised her eyes to look at him, it seemed as if a thousand words were hidden within them. She gripped his hand tightly. If she could, she really wished she could hold his hand forever and never let go.

At the end of the film, the predestined fate and the love of the vigil finally have a happy ending at the last moment -- the protagonist holds each other's hand tightly, the love is all in the eyes and not in the words...

On the stereo, the classic Ibelieve: Ibelieve, you're still waiting there, the path of love is always full of blessings. Ibelie, you're still burying love, and I'm here all night, wandering around for you, unable to see the future, but unable to stop loving, even if we're separated for a short time, we can't, put an end to it. Had walked a long way, as long as there is love, silent prayer. Really let each other more happy, once walked a long road, tears blurred me and you, at that moment we, snuggled together, will never be separated …

Ji Weiyang held Zhan Yan's hand, and amidst the singing, left the projection hall. On the way, Zhan Yan kept her head down, feeling depressed.

"Women are really sentimental." Ji Weiyang stopped in his tracks, took out a handkerchief from his jacket, and gently wiped the tears on her small face. Zhan Yan's gaze lightly fell on his handkerchief, which just so happened to be a square pattern. In today's era, when using tissue wipes was common, there were very few people who used handkerchiefs.

"You still use a handkerchief?" Zhan Yan did not understand and asked. Then, they saw Ji Weiyang's expression turn slightly stiff, his arm slowly drooping down as the handkerchief was tightly grasped in his palm, full of wrinkles.

When he was in love with Lu Anqi, it was right at the time when "My Wild Girl" was the most popular movie in the movie. When Angie had finished the movie, she had someone buy a lot of these checkered handkerchiefs from England, and she insisted that he carry them with him at all times, saying that was a gentleman. Gradually, he also developed this habit.

Only now did he realize that, as it turned out, many habits were difficult to change once they were formed.

Zhan Yan seemed to be able to guess a few clues, but she didn't ask any further, instead holding his hand once again, she continued to walk towards the exit of the cinema.

On the night of the winter solstice, the temperature was extremely low. The cold wind whistled by, piercing her bones. Zhan Yan however wanted to walk together with him.

"We agreed to walk for only a short distance before returning home. It's too cold, don't catch a cold." Ji Weiyang took off the scarf around his neck, and carefully tied it around his neck.

"Yes." Zhan Yan nodded with a warm smile. A thick scarf was wrapped around her neck, and her small face that was the size of a palm seemed to be even smaller.

The streets at night were cold and dry with very few pedestrians. The two of them held hands as they walked down the long street. The faint yellow light from the street lamps overlapped each other's silhouettes.

The wind blew against her skin, causing him to feel pain. Although his body was cold, a warm feeling was constantly transmitted from his palm, easily warming her heart. Zhan Yan slightly narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked forward with a blank expression. She truly hoped that this road could never end.

"Is it cold?" At the next crossroads, Ji Weiyang stopped in his tracks and gently embraced her as a warm feeling spread across her face.

Zhan Yan shook her head, her small hands grabbing onto his arm, as her gaze quietly landed on their overlapping hands. As long as she kept walking like this, she would not have to let go of his hand.

"I'm not cold." She muttered weakly.

"You're still stubborn, your hands are like ice." Ji Weiyang pressed her ice-cold little hand to his heart, and playfully said, "Wanting to walk with me, is not something that must be done today. I'll stay with you tomorrow. "

Zhan Yan lifted her chin and stared at him with a faint desolation in her eyes, "Tomorrow, is it really possible?"

Ji Weiyang's heart suddenly hurt, he understood her meaning, he owed Zhan Yan, too much. His long arms seized her, locking her tightly into his embrace. "I'm sorry, Yan Yan, I will repay you with my entire life."

Zhan Yan buried her face in his chest. Although she was enduring it very painfully, she did not dare let her tears fall, as she was afraid that they would freeze into ice.

The excessive fluctuations of his emotions caused Zhan Yan's chest to begin to ache, making it difficult to breathe. In order to not let Ji Weiyang see any flaws in her plan, she had been forcing himself to smile. However, she knew that he no longer had the strength to finish the journey back.

So it turned out that they were truly only able to walk this far.

"Weiyang, I'm tired. Why don't you carry me back?" Zhan Yan said in a spoiled manner, only that her aura was slightly unstable, and her lips were filled with white mist. Fortunately, the light was dim, and Ji Weiyang could not see her pale white face.

Ji Weiyang smiled as he squatted down and let Zhan Yan lay on his back. Then, he carried her on his back and returned along the original route.

His back was very broad, giving people a sense of ease and reliance. She obediently lied down on his back. The faint fragrance of the medicinal herbs lingered around her nose, along with a refreshing scent of cologne. It was extremely comfortable to smell, and it even made one feel drowsy.

Ji Weiyang, on the other hand, kept talking to her non-stop, preventing her from falling asleep on his back, in case he caught a cold. Yan Yan, you seem to have lost weight again. When I was holding it in the past, it was already so hard to hold it, but now I probably don't even feel it anymore. "

"No, you haven't." Zhan Yan's arms were wrapped around his neck, and her head gently rested on his shoulder. She tried her best to catch her breath, but her beautiful eyebrows were knitted together in pain, and her tone remained calm.

"Do you like it? "Then I'll always carry you on my back." Ji Weiyang asked with a warm smile.

"In the future?" Zhan Yan's lips moved slightly as she muttered softly, "Weiyang, what will our future be like?"

Ji Weiyang carried her like a beautiful big doll, light and effortless. The corner of his mouth raised into a smile, and warmly replied, "In the future, we will live a very peaceful life, and I will settle all of those business with Ji's that cannot be exposed to the public. Then, to be a serious business man, every day on time, off duty. You cook for me at home, cook for me, wait for me to come home from work, eat together, sleep together. "Oh, by then, we should have had lots of little radishes, and we wouldn't feel so empty and lonely anymore. In the spring, the children would be in the yard, laughing and laughing."

Zhan Yan burst out laughing, "How much do you want to live? Beware of violating family planning. "

"I can afford the punishment." Ji Weiyang replied childishly, still as domineering and tyrannical as ever.

Zhan Yan was a little helpless, but she felt that it was a little funny. Her head rested lightly on his shoulder, the corners of her lips curled into a faint, beautiful smile. She continued to ask, "And then?"

"After that, our children will slowly grow up and their Ji's will be passed down in the hands of these children. Then we'll be old. Yan Yan, have you ever thought of traveling around the world? "

Zhan Yan shook her head indifferently, "No."

"Well, I haven't thought about it either. I've been to many places all over the world. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it's just a passing cloud. When we were old, we would buy a house in the suburbs and wake up together in the morning to cook and eat and sit in the yard and read. As the sun goes down, we can walk hand in hand through the countryside of the suburbs, with our dogs behind us … "

Zhan Yan gently closed her eyes. In the end, she could not bear the weight of the teardrop and could only allow her tears to slowly fall. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying. His deep and gentle voice was like a bass cello playing a sad and sad melody, just listening quietly like this, Zhan Yan felt that she had truly experienced a lifetime.

In her mind, one beautiful picture after another appeared. The old Ji Weiyang, together with his white hair, they walked hand in hand in the autumn wheat field with golden ears of rice. The setting sun cast a faint yellow and warm light behind them.

"And then?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"After that, our hair turned white, our teeth fell out, and we died one after another." Ji Weiyang smiled warmly and continued to answer.

"Oh, then I must die before you, Vuyo. I fear to live alone." Zhan Yan's arms tightly hugged onto his neck as tears silently dripped onto his shoulders.

Ji Weiyang smiled lovingly and replied, "Alright, at that time, Yan Yan will die in my arms. After that, before long, I will follow you and our children will bury us together. We won't be separated for long.

As Ji Weiyang finished speaking, he carefully removed her from his back. It turned out that they had already returned to their original spots, so whether it was their innocence or their beautiful fantasies, it should all come to an end now.

In the end, she had to face reality, a cruel and merciless reality.

"Why are you crying again? It's like water. " Ji Weiyang laughed helplessly as he gently wiped away the tears on her small, pale face with his fingertips.

Zhan Yan laughed and shook her head, but she could not stop the tears from falling. "He took her hand and gently pressed it against his cheek." Vuyo, thank you. "

Thank you for giving me such beautiful fantasies. Perhaps, these words are just a joke to you, but to me, it is my life.

"Go home, don't really catch a cold." Ji Weiyang carried her into the car, started the engine, and the car shot out like an arrow.

The air conditioner inside the car was moderately warm, giving off a feeling of drowsiness. Zhan Yan leaned weakly on the passenger seat and stared blankly out the window.

The neon light outside the window flashed continuously as it retreated, like a fast-moving movie film. The radio on the stereo was playing the classic Ibelie, and when the lyrics said, "Ibelie, you're not talking, but you're responding to me, although you never said, I'm sure you're understanding, even if you're not holding my hand, I'm not really sad …"

Hearing this, Zhan Yan could no longer hold back her tears. Through the rearview mirror, she silently observed Ji Weiyang's handsome and focused profile, as beautiful as ever.

As long as he was happy, she thought, even if it wasn't her hand he was holding, it didn't matter.

"Have you seen enough?" Ji Weiyang suddenly turned his head, and looked at her gently. Before Zhan Yan could even wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, the crystal clear tears that were hung on her small face that was as white as snow, gave off a refreshing feeling.

Ji Weiyang held onto the steering wheel with one hand and the other hand caressed her cheeks as he gently wiped away her tears. If you want to see it, you can do it, and you don't have to cry. "I'm so sad, but I don't want it anymore."

Zhan Yan pouted slightly, turned her head away from Yun Che, and at a place where he couldn't see, tears once again welled up in her eyes.

Ji Weiyang brought Zhan Yan back to the villa on the mountain top. While he was showering, Zhan Yan took the opportunity to take a sneaky medicine which had a strong analgesic effect and finally eased the pain in her chest.

After showering, the two of them sat on the sofa together and watched TV. Zhan Yan quickly became sleepy and laid on his lap quietly, falling asleep very quickly.

After the midnight news broadcast ended, Ji Weiyang turned off the TV and looked down at the sleeping little girl on her knees. Her pale white skin was almost transparent under the light of the lamp.

He also could not bear to wake her up, so he forcefully carried her into the bedroom.

That night, in his warm embrace, Zhan Yan slept soundly, yet it was hard on our Third Young Master Ji.

Daybreak came, and time passed in a flash.

The morning sun shone warmly on his body.

When Zhan Yan woke up from her dream, the first thing she saw was his excessively handsome face. A pair of pitch black, inky eyes was gazing at her deeply.

"You're awake?" He raised the corner of his mouth in a charming manner and lifted her soft, boneless hand with his big palm, kissing the back of her hand. Did you sleep well? My princess? "

"Yes." Zhan Yan replied softly, her sleepy eyes filled with confusion.

Ji Weiyang lightly hung the tip of her nose, and moved his arm that had been pressed down to the point of numbness.

"What time is it?" Zhan Yan asked again.

"Seven." "Yes," he replied.

"Oh, I'll make you breakfast." After Zhan Yan finished speaking, she stood up and the silk cloth slid down to her waist, revealing the delicate and exquisite body of a woman. She was only wearing a thin silk pajamas, and surprisingly, her graceful curves were faintly discernible.

The moment Zhan Yan's feet touched the ground, before she could even put on her slippers, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. With a tug, she was pulled back onto the soft bed, pressing her heavy body down.

"I am indeed hungry, but I want to eat you more."

"Weiyang …" Zhan Yan called out softly, her logic telling her that she should push the man off her body. Her current body was not suitable for her to do such an intense thing. However, she didn't want to let go of him at all. Instead, she urgently wanted to integrate herself with him. If she could, how great would it be if she just merged into his life just like that?

She kept saying to herself, "I'll let it go this time. It'll only take one time."

After the intense cloud rain, there was another round of entanglement. The ancient clock on the wall chimed. Unknowingly, it was already 12 o'clock at noon.

The cell phone beside the bed also rang non-stop. Ji Weiyang's lips moved away from Zhan Yan's lips as he impatiently accepted the call. Because of the intense joyous exchange just now, his breathing had become slightly rough, and he was panting softly.

On the other end of the phone, Tang Feng's cackling voice came, "I say, Third Young Master Ji, CEO Ji, it's fine that you're absent for the morning meeting, but for the afternoon meeting with Boss EK, and for the afternoon when we signed the contract for the new project, there's still the evening … You're not going to attend any of this? "

"Mm, you can settle it. This year's dividends will give you a bit of profit." Ji Weiyang replied indifferently.

While he was speaking, Zhan Yan was about to get up, but his arm was still wrapped around her waist, intentionally pinching the smooth skin and flesh on her waist. Just a moment ago, Zhan Yan had been tossed by him, and her body was abnormally sensitive. She subconsciously gasped for breath, and this voice passed through the phone and reached Tang Feng's ears.

"Oh, so this is the start of the Spring Festival Gala. Since then, it is no longer early in the dynasty. I say, brother, take it easy, don't be so tired that you can kill everyone. " On the other side, Tang Feng was laughing and joking.

"You're overthinking it." After Ji Weiyang finished speaking, he threw the phone away with a pah sound and wrapped himself around it again. I'm not going anywhere today. I'll just accompany you, okay? You want to go shopping, walk, go to the movies, or hug, kiss, make love, I'll stay with you. " Ji Weiyang lightly bit her sensitive earlobe, causing Zhan Yan to let out waves of laughter.

"Stop fooling around. You should go to work." Zhan Yan pushed him away and got off the bed.

Taking advantage of the time while Ji Weiyang was bathing, Zhan Yan sneaked into the kitchen and took a big handful of pills and white pills. Zhan Yan ate too quickly, choking on his food, a bitter taste spread between his lips and tongue, making his want to cry.

"Yan Yan Yan, what are you doing?" At this time, Ji Weiyang's voice suddenly came from outside the kitchen.

Zhan Yan forced out a cough and replied, "I'm cooking."

She personally cooked Ji Weiyang's favorite dishes. The two of them had lunch together, then she personally saw Ji Weiyang out. At the entrance, he lowered his head and kissed her goodbye. Zhan Yan smiled lightly and said to him, "Be careful on the road."

They were like a loving couple. However, Zhan Yan was very clear that all of this was just a beautiful dream that she made for herself. The green divorce certificate was pressed inside the drawer, they were no longer husband and wife.

After Ji Weiyang left, Zhan Yan quickly changed into clothes and went out of the room. After the sex, she was already very uncomfortable and forced herself to cook a few more dishes. Right now, her heart was aching to the point of being unable to breathe properly.

When Zhan Yan returned to the hospital, she had already reached her limits. Trembling, she pushed open the door to the ward. Just as she stepped in, her vision went black, and her body collapsed limply onto the floor, unconscious.

"Zhan Yan, Zhan Yan!" Du Xiaomo was shocked, and hastily called for a doctor.

"Prepare to save him." Vice Chairman Zhao's face was gloomy, she ordered the few nurses to quickly push Zhan Yan into the operation room.