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"Who worries about him, I don't worry about him!"

Staring at the mobile phone screen, Yang Yilin's eyes filled with excited tears. He seemed to see sun Zhenzhen, a dead duck with a stiff mouth.

This does not just mean that sun Zhenzhen has him in his heart, but he is not willing to admit it.

"Well, well, I won't tell you if there is an explanation tomorrow. You can take care of yourself and your children, and have something to contact with." Yang Yilin does not give up pretending to be mu Qiqi's tone, and sends a message in the past.

This message sent in the past, is really a stone sink in the sea, sun Zhenzhen never gave him a reply.

Worried that things would come to light, Yang Yilin made a phone call to Mu Qiqi, who was far away in China. He told him the story and asked her to help him. He must not tell sun Zhenzhen about the matter.

Mu Qiqi saw that he had a correct attitude and simply agreed to come down.

As the old saying goes, it's better to demolish ten temples than one marriage.

She did a good thing.

As long as he can sincerely treat the truth, she will be at ease as a good friend.

With Mu Qiqi's understanding and help, Yang Yilin's heart is put back in his stomach. As long as the matter is not revealed, there is hope for him.

As time passed by, he didn't receive any message from sun Zhenzhen until 11 o'clock in the evening, which made him very uneasy.

Did she see through something?

Or did she tell her the truth?

All sorts of questions haunted him. He was sleepless, almost sitting in bed with his eyes open until dawn.

Finally, he took his parents to the airport, and then thought about the reason or excuse to send a wechat to sun Zhenzhen to ask about the situation.

Before wechat could be sent out, the mobile phone "Ding Dong".

He opened it quickly, a line of small characters.

"Qiqi, did you go to the hospital?"

The implication is still to care about him.

Yang Yilin was so excited that he couldn't help it. That's great. He really cares about him.

Excited, he thought how to reply to this message can play a role in fueling the flames.

After thinking about it, he took care of Mo yanjue's men and went into the room. "Come on, little brother, please take a picture for me."

He went to the white sheet, closed his eyes gently, and pretended to be helpless and miserable.

"Click" and the photo is ready. He grabs the mobile phone, looks at it again and again, and starts PS with joy on his face.

The final product is a picture of him lying unconscious in a hospital bed.

Very satisfied to see, he will p good photos sent to sun Zhenzhen's mobile phone.

And then began to wait a long time.

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"numb, why are you crying?" Small Molly lies on Sun Zhenzhen's leg side and asks innocently.

Sun Zhenzhen quickly wipe tears, cover up his sad expression, "numb did not cry, is the eyes fly into the small flying insects, so just shed tears."

Small Jasmine raised her small face, a face of silly Meng: "really?"

Sun Zhenzhen nodded hard; "really."

But when she untied the screen of her mobile phone, her tears were like the turbulent sea water.

Yang Yilin is in hospital. It seems to be very serious.

He should be happy, why is he so sad?

After crying, sun Zhenzhen tried to calm down and calm down. He sent a message again and asked Yang Yilin about the situation.

"What about him, what does the doctor say?"

When Yang Yilin saw sun Zhenzhen's wechat, he began to beat the drum again. What should be more serious?

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