Paranoid!Crazy batch!The real daughter is a black lotus

Jin Ling leaned against Shen Que on the road, her face looked ugly and her lips were purple. The bumps in the car gave her signs of waking up.

Her eyelashes were slightly raised, and in her blurry vision was the girl's fair profile, curled eyelashes, a strand of broken hair on the temples, and the dim streetlight outside the window hitting the girl's face from time to time.

She was in a daze, raised her old hand to touch it, and whispered softly: "Are you finally coming to pick me up?"

Shen Que lowered his head when he heard the voice: "Writer Jin Ling, you're awake."

Hearing this voice, Jin Ling suddenly woke up. She took her raised hand back and sat up, covering her aching heart.

Wenqing saw her waking up through the rearview mirror, and felt relieved: "Writer Jin Ling, are you okay? I was driving without paying attention just now.

I'll take you to the hospital now. "

Jin Ling shook her head, a strand of silver falling from her temples, and she was exhausted: "It's okay, it's the same old problem. Just go back and take a nap and it will be fine."

"It's better to go to the hospital for a checkup." Shen Que reminded softly. When she leaned against him just now, she felt that her breathing was weak.

I had learned some Chinese medicine from Meng Nanxi before, so I took her pulse. I only had a superficial understanding, but I was vaguely sure that there was a heart problem.

After hearing what she said in the company before, Shen Que quite admired her.

Hearing the sound, Jin Ling turned her head and looked at the person beside her. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and her slightly furrowed brows showed a bit of worry.

Just now, I seemed to have seen someone.

After a long time, she made a mistake and nodded in agreement: "That's troublesome."

In an instant, Shen Que's eyebrows stretched, and a gentle smile appeared on the corners of his lips, as if he was happy for Jin Ling's obedience. The car window was half open, and the evening breeze carried the coolness of autumn.
Blowing up the broken hair on one side of Shen Que's cheek, she raised her fingertips and lifted it behind her ear. She took the initiative to turn her face sideways, feeling the caress of nature on her.

Shen Que likes to sit in the car and feel the breeze blowing against her. It's very comfortable.

Jin Ling's weather-beaten eyes were unable to move away from this smile, and she stared straight at her. Shen Que's movements, including the enjoyment when she turned her head to feel the wind, were all the same as the shadow in her memory.
So similar.
Suddenly, her throat became itchy, and she coughed violently without warning. A fishy sweetness came from her throat. The next second, it spurted out, and two drops of blood fell on the back of Shen Que's hand.

Shen Que shook, as if he had been burned by something.

Wen Qing, who was driving, looked anxious: "Writer Jin Ling, please hold on, we will be at the hospital soon."

As he spoke, he stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

Shen Que took out a tissue and handed it to Jin Ling to help her calm down. Jin Ling coughed while her peripheral vision was still on Shen Que's face.

Shen Que naturally felt Jin Ling's strange gaze, which was indescribably strange. It was not gratitude, but more like she was looking at someone through herself.

And this person means a lot to her.

When we arrived at the hospital, it was completely dark. Wenqing took Jin Ling for examination, and Shen Que followed beside her.

When the doctor explained Jin Ling's condition, Wen Qing was not well. Shen Que guessed it right.

Jin Ling suffers from a serious heart disease and is now in a state of exhaustion. According to the doctor's words, she can eat whatever she wants.

Treatment is no longer necessary.

The doctor arranged a ward for Jin Ling. He would rest for one night and leave tomorrow. Wen Qing went to pay the bill and called Jin Ling's family by the way.

Shen Que sat in the ward, quietly.

Jin Ling, who was on the hospital bed, suddenly spoke with a sickly voice: "Little girl, are you and Wen Qing a couple?"

Shen Que's eyebrows skipped a beat: "Although I really don't want to admit it, he is my second brother."

Afraid that she would misunderstand again, Shen Que added: "Dear me."

Jin Ling nodded: "How old are you?"

Shen Que: "Seventeen, it will be eighteen next month."

"So young" seemed to have thought of something. After murmuring this sentence, she remained silent. Shen Que continued to sit quietly.

Just when she was feeling a little sleepy, Jin Ling spoke again, with a nervous tone and a little expectation in her eyes: "You, do you want to be famous? The same kind as your second brother." "Huh?" Shen Que tilted his head, I didn't quite understand what she meant.

Jin Ling pursed her lips, put her hands on the bed and sat up. Just such a movement made her feel physically and mentally exhausted, and she coughed twice.
He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Que: "You should have heard in the company just now that I, ahem, was recently remaking my first novel,
I need a supporting role. I want to ask you to play it. If you are willing, I will use all my resources to support you in the remaining time. "

She is an online article author, but her connections are no less than those of top agents.

Shen Que licked his dry thin lips: "My eyes were injured and they haven't healed yet. I'm sorry."

Jin Ling looked stunned. She thought her eyes were different from others. They were brown and less focused, but she didn't expect that she couldn't really see them.

She lowered her head and groped her body with her wrinkled hands.

The tips of Shen Que's ears trembled slightly, not sure what she was doing.

At the end, Jin Ling handed her a dark red rose embroidered silk scarf: "Put this scarf on and let me take a look, okay?"

The tone was full of humble pleading.

Shen Que's fingers trembled slightly, he hesitated for two seconds, stood up, walked over, stretched out his hand to take it, his fingertips touched the pattern on the scarf, and he couldn't help but fumble for it.

It was a flower, not sure what it was. For a moment, under Jin Ling's gaze, she raised her arm and put on the dark red rose embroidered silk scarf.

The rose was just above her right eye. The thorny green tail under the stamen spread all the way to the back of her head, and the black hair hung down a little.

Her skin is as good as snow, her nose bridge is straight, and her lips are like blooming cherry blossoms.

When Jin Ling saw this scene, her pupils trembled again and again, and she looked at her carefully. Shen Que was wearing a long white ruffled skirt, small white shoes, and the red rope on her ankle was particularly conspicuous.
His eyes fell on her face wearing a silk scarf again, and she unconsciously murmured: "It would look more like a black or dark red skirt."

"What does it look like?" Shen Que asked in confusion.

Jin Ling came back to her senses: "It's nothing. I mean, you are more suitable to wear black or dark red. White is too plain."

It shows her gentleness but hides her beauty.

Shen Zhen did not answer this sentence. Since her eye injury, she rarely wore bright clothes.

Because I can’t see it, I feel it’s unnecessary.

Jin Ling: "It doesn't matter if your eyes are injured. Anyway, the character wears a scarf. It's very simple. There are only seven or eight lines and no dangerous moves."

Shen did think of what her manager said about her request: "I'm not very good at singing."

"It's okay, just humming a few words."

"I've never acted."

"It's okay, you can learn."

Shen Que: "."

The clock on the wall was ticking, and Shen Que asked softly: "Why me?"

There are so many beautiful actors in the entertainment industry, what is it about me that attracts her?
Jin Ling looked at her quietly, bits and pieces flashing through her mind. Time had created large and small wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. The soft white light of the ward shone through her hair and hit her eyes.

Those few tears shone with crystal light, and in an instant, she slowly spat out: "You and I, the unavailable people when we were young, are very similar."

Shen Que's heart trembled, and he thought of many answers, but not this one.

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Soon Wenqing came back, followed by Jin Ling's family. Seeing that it was getting late, Wenqing said hello and took Shen Que home.

On the way, Wenqing asked casually in a lazy tone: "What did you say in the ward just now? Writer Jin Ling seemed very happy."

Shen Que tilted his head and looked out the window. Without the obstruction of the silk scarf, her beautiful features could be seen clearly: "You will know tomorrow."

Wen Qing frowned, becoming more and more curious about something, but Shen Zhen didn't say anything, and he was too embarrassed to keep asking.