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A flash of lightning cut through the sky, accompanied by the thundering thunder.

On a dark rainy night, torrential rain swept the whole land.

The huge raindrops hit Qiao Anxia crazily, like needle pricking pain.

There was a lot of rain everywhere.

But Qiao Anxia's world, but quiet can't find any sound.

She was alone in the empty rain curtain, hands holding knees, curled up in the rain, as if lifeless general, closed eyes, let the rain wash.

It's dark

As expected, Mo tingyue left her.

Buried between the knees of the small face unconscious pan cold, Qiao Anxia tightly embrace himself, slowly opened eyes some cool thin.

She did not know how long she had been waiting. She only knew that it had been raining for a long time, and her skin was so cold and wrinkled by the heavy rain.

But she was still foolishly here, with a glimmer of hope, waiting for Modine to come back.

She just missed her dad so much

I really want to think about it.

Rain raging under the erosion, only feel her face is not clear.

Qiao Anxia felt very tired and tired, with heavy eyelids and a cold heart, but her eyes were hot. She could not tell whether her face was rain or tears.

Suddenly, she seemed to see the day when the moon proposed to her. He said that he would treat her well all his life! Pet her all your life, love her!

She believed it.

What happened? Only a few months after her marriage, she had been tortured and bruised all over her body. Only then did she know that every word he said and every promise he made in the past four years was not really for her.

Think about it carefully. Every time he looks at her and says those words, he is thinking about another woman.

How ironic.

She really paid for four years, but it was a revenge.

Until now, Mo tingyue also refused to let her go, still so tortured and trampled on her.

Qiao Anxia laughs at herself, she laughs at herself funny and sad.

In the past four years, how ever has the promise given to her been truly fulfilled?

Not once.

But dad was in his hands, and she had to compromise

She has nothing left.

Dad is her only pillar, her only family in the world

She just wanted to see him and know his condition. That's enough.

Why is it that she should be tortured by such a simple thing.

Is it because of an accident, an unexpected accident, that she is so heinous?

The more I think about it, the colder my heart is, the colder my body is. Qiao Anxia tightens her arms.

Unconsciously, her body is more and more heavy, small face as white as paper, wet clothes are stuck to the body, there is no trace of warmth.

She curled up, legs soft, some can not hold the heavy body, gravity gradually unstable, in the rain.

At this time, a pair of Cheng Liang's high-grade hand-made leather shoes suddenly burst into Qiao Anxia's blurred sight.

"Are you all right?"

A gentle and elegant voice broke the cold silence of rainy night, just like a wisp of spring breeze blowing into the world of qiao'anxia.

The sound seems to be able to heal all wounds, people feel at ease, unconscious calm down.

Qiao Anxia Leng for a moment, eyes slightly raised, blurred vision into a touch of gentle jade figure.

A simple name suddenly crossed my mind.

Wen Yan

Almost as she lifted her eyes, Qiao Anxia's thin body was unbearable. She felt more and more dizzy, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her strength was a little lax. Finally, she couldn't support it any more

As soon as her consciousness disappeared, Joanna felt a warm hand holding her.

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"water..." Joanna closed her eyes and murmured unconsciously.

In her words fall, a warm palm of the hand to her, gently move the water cup to her lips.

Joanna had a dry throat and drank very quickly.

"Drink slowly. Don't choke." The man's soft voice, gently ring in her ear.

"It's so cold..."

After drinking some water, Qiao Anxia, who recovered consciousness, trembled slightly.

She opened her eyes slowly and saw the warm figure standing by the bed.

"You are awake." He had a gentle smile, and his elegant voice was wonderful.

"Who are you?" Qiao Anxia strenuously sat up, grasped the quilt on the body, looked at the man in front of her, looked around the strange environment around, and her small face was full of vigilance, "where is this?"

"This is my home." The man spoke slowly.

He did not rush to approach, patiently stood at the same place and explained to her: "you fainted in the rain alone, without a mobile phone, I can't contact your family, so I brought you back first.""You don't have to be afraid, I won't hurt you."

The man's handsome and elegant face was filled with a warm smile, and he introduced himself: "my name is Wen Yan, a doctor, we have seen before."

"Wen Yan..." Joanna lowered her eyelashes and muttered his name.

Suddenly, it was recalled that a few months ago, when she and Suyi were disguised as nurses, they did meet the VIP ward of San'an hospital.

He is the kind of guy Suyi said is just like an idol, Wen Yan, a famous neurologist?

Joanna looked up at him again.

The man is very comfortable from inside and outside. He can feel calm and peaceful just stay by his side.

He saved her

"You are wet. There are only my clothes in your house. These two are new. You can change them first. They will be more comfortable." Wen Yan picked up the clothes on the sofa and handed it to her.

Joanna's pale face squeezed out a smile, "thank you."

Wen Yan is more than one meter and eight years tall. His clothes are worn on joanxia. It is wide and comfortable.

When she changed her clothes, Wen Yan walked into the room with a stethoscope. His warm palm reached on Joanna's forehead. "It's very hot."

Speaking, Wen Yan put the other end of the stethoscope in the heart of joanxia, his expression was attentive and serious, and listened carefully.

Joanna Xia remained motionless, looking at Wen Yan's serious side face, the little red face was very nervous.

I wonder if something unexpected hit her too much.

Since she woke up, she has been scared of the hospital and the doctor, especially after the time that the doctor asked her to draw blood in the month of muting.

But when facing Wen Yan, he didn't feel a little fear, but there was a little tension.

After a minute or two, Wen Yan moved the stethoscope away and said carefully and patiently, "it should be too long to get wet, the fever and cold caused by the cold."

He put down the stethoscope and took up the thermometer and tried her temperature.

39 degrees 3.

High fever.

His bright eyebrows wrinkled, and put a coat on her on the sofa beside him. He said to her softly, "you have a high fever. I will take you to the hospital for infusion."

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