Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 502: Being Followed
Song Jing gently placed the beautifully cut steak in front of Bai Shao.

Bai Shao looked at the steak cut by Song Jing himself in front of him, his eyes became more and more starry, and his mood became more and more exciting.

Marry him, you must marry him!

Song Jing couldn't guess what was going through her head, so he just said lightly: "Eat."

"Well, thank you, Brother Song!" Bai Shao said with a very sweet mouth.

She was delighted.

Anyway, the goal has been achieved, the process is not important.Now Song Jing not only ignored her, but also cut a steak for her to eat.

This is already good.

An Chenchen cut a small piece of steak and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.

He has long since stopped needing help from adults to cut steaks. He has been doing it on his own since he was more than three years old.

"Is it delicious, Chenchen?" Bai Shao asked him with a cheerful smile.

An Chenchen chewed the steak a few more times before swallowing it, and replied to her slowly: "It's delicious."

"Well, I think it's delicious too. I will come to this Western restaurant more often in the future." Bai Shao smiled and narrowed her eyes.

She looked like a nymphomaniac girl.

The drunkard is not interested in wine. The reason why the steak in this restaurant is delicious is obviously because the person who cuts the steak is good-looking.

An Chenchen felt blind.

After finishing the steak dinner and dessert, Bai Shao was satisfied.

"Are you full?" Song Jing asked the two people around him.

Bai Shao smiled brightly: "I'm full!"

Song Jing's eyes stopped for half a second on her smiling eyes, and a ripple appeared in his heart unconsciously.

A Western steak meal made her so happy?
He got up and went out, and the car drove towards the hospital again.Hospital, intensive care unit.

Through the transparent glass window, An Yan quietly looked at the unconscious man inside.

After not seeing each other for a few days, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

The oxygen mask covered his face, and the outline of his facial features seemed a little blurry, but she still recognized him at a glance.

He seemed very peaceful and calm.

But the knife was inserted into his chest, and the wound was so big that it bled so much blood.

He must be in pain, right?

An Yan secretly clenched her fists, her nails dug into her palms, and she felt a sharp pain.

Mr. Zhan stood beside An Yan.

"Although Mo Chen is unconscious, his consciousness is still there. The doctor said that his consciousness can sense the things around him, which can easily cause emotional agitation."

An Yan's eyes were a little sore.

She blinked quietly, pushed back her tears, took a breath, and looked at Mr. Zhan.

"Grandpa, can I go in and see him?"

Mr. Zhan nodded: "You are his wife. He must be very happy that you can be by his side at this time."

An Yan lowered her head.

"Xiaoyan, Mo Chen's condition is not stable. After you go in, pay attention to his emotional reaction. If something goes wrong, call the doctor immediately."

An Yan nodded: "Yes, I will pay attention."

She put on sterile clothes, gently opened the ward door, and walked into the ward slowly.

Step by step closer, her heart began to beat faster.

There was a layer of sweat on her palms until she stood still in front of the hospital bed.

Her eyes fell lightly on Zhan Mochen.

He really lost a lot of weight.

The handsome face is slightly pale, and the cheeks are extremely thin. The originally deep and charming eyes are now slightly closed, the eye sockets are sunken, and they are very weak.

An Yan blinked, her eyes a little blurry.

There was a lump in her throat, and she slowly reached out her hand, wanting to touch Zhan Mochen's face.

Her movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting him.But when her hand was about to touch him, she withdrew again.

At this moment, she actually hadn't fully figured out how to face him.

If he was awake, she might be able to divorce him decisively.

But now, he was lying so quietly, so weak that her heart ached.

"Zhan Mochen!"

Her voice was trembling, and tears couldn't help but well up in her red eyes.

How could he make himself so miserable!

"You need to wake up quickly. Grandpa is not in good health. He is very worried about you. Grandpa is so old. Can you bear to let him worry like this all the time?"

An Yan sniffed gently and pushed back her tears.

"In the past few days, the three little ones have been asking me, where is daddy? I told them that you are on a business trip and will not come back for a while."

"But you also know that the three children, Monkey Spirit, quickly discovered that something was wrong. Chenchen checked the surveillance and saw the scene of my miscarriage. At that time, they rushed over and hugged me while crying..."

Drop drop!
The ripples on the electrocardiogram jumped suddenly and continuously.

An Yan's pupils trembled and she immediately called the doctor.

After a rescue operation, Zhan Mochen's heartbeat returned to steady.

"The patient reacted violently to stimulation, which put too much pressure on his body. Let him calm down for the time being," the doctor said.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep look at Zhan Mochen and walked out of the ward.

Outside the ward, Mr. Zhan was sitting in a wheelchair.

He was also frightened just now, and his face looked a little ugly now.

"Grandpa, I didn't mean it just now..."

"I know, you are doing it for Mo Chen's own good. My child, I have made you suffer." Mr. Zhan nodded.

"Grandpa..." An Yan lowered her eyes sadly.

"You've worked hard today, so I'll send you home to rest. Don't worry about Mo Chen's situation. You can come back to see him tomorrow, okay?"

An Yan looked into the ward, feeling a little worried about Zhan Mochen.

"Grandpa is guarding here, don't worry."

An Yan had just had a miscarriage and was already weak. Mr. Zhan was worried that she might have hurt her body.

"Grandpa, I brought someone here, there's no need to send someone else." An Yan had a hint of persistence in her eyes.

Although she came to see Zhan Mochen, she did not change her decision to divorce and did not want to continue to be too involved with the Zhan family.

She walked out of the hospital and her mood gradually calmed down.

As I turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of a dark shadow in my peripheral vision.

The black image was like a ghost, and it ducked into the alley next to it.

Someone stalking yourself?

An Yan frowned, turned her head and continued walking forward.

There was a shopping mall not far away, and she walked in.

There weren't many people in the mall, so she took advantage of visiting the mall to secretly check on the people she was following.

But that man was very cunning and never showed up again.

An Yan lowered her head and turned around and walked into a clothing store.

"Ma'am, we have new styles in our store, would you like to take a look?"

The lady at the counter had a sharp eye and could tell at a glance that An Yan was either rich or noble in her dress and temperament, so she immediately came to sell her.

"Try that one for me." An Yan pointed at one at random.

"Ma'am, you have good taste. This is a new model in our store. It matches your skin tone very well." The lady at the counter quickly handed it to her.

An Yan's attention was not on her clothes at all, so she naturally didn't pay attention to what clothes she chose.

She nodded politely to the counter lady, and then took the clothes into the changing room.

In the changing room, An Yan was not really changing clothes, but looking outside through the crack in the door.

(End of this chapter)