President, don't mess around

Feng Zhiming sat in the office with a pale face and sweat on his forehead. He opened the drawer, took out a bottle of medicine, and then opened the lid of the medicine bottle. Li Rui walked in, "President?"

"I'm fine, pour me a glass of water." Feng Zhiming resisted the pain in his stomach and swallowed a few pills.

"President, let me take you to the hospital!" Li Rui said to him worriedly. It has been going on for many days, and Feng Zhiming has been like this all the time.

Feng Zhiming could only shake his head, but he was too painful to speak.

In the end, Li Rui drove him to the hospital.

As soon as Ling Yanyan walked out of the restaurant, the cell phone in her bag rang. She took out her cell phone and looked at the calling number, but she didn't know whether she should answer it or not.

"Who called? Why didn't you answer?" Li Minghao stood beside him, watching her hesitation.

But the ringtone of the mobile phone stopped at this moment, "It's nothing, let's go back." After speaking, Ling Yanyan walked forward.

And Li Minghao and Qin Lin who were behind saw her expression and depressed mood and knew why. This was an emotion she had never shown in front of them for so many days.

After walking a few steps, the text message rang, Ling Yanyan still pressed the read button, Miss Yanyan, the president is hospitalized, please come and see him.

He was hospitalized?Ling Yanyan's hand holding the phone hangs down feebly.

"Yanyan?" Li Minghao supported her body that seemed to be falling down.

Ling Yanyan turned around and grabbed Li Minghao, "Take me to the hospital quickly. Hurry up!"

"Yanyan, what happened?" Li Minghao looked at her puzzled.

"Something happened to him, I'm going to see him." Ling Yanyan shook off the hand that was supporting her, and ran forward regardless of the high heels on her feet.

Li Minghao turned his head and said to Qin Lin who was behind him: "Qin Lin, you go back by car, and I will take Yanyan to the hospital." As soon as he finished speaking, he drove after Ling Yanyan.

Li Minghao parked the car at the entrance of the hospital, "Yanyan, do you want me to go up with you?" Looking at Ling Yanyan in the passenger seat with a pale face and a look of weakness, he was worried that she would be alone.

"I'm fine, you can go back and be with Linlin." Ling Yanyan got out of the car, waved her hand, then turned and ran into the hospital.

"Li Rui, where is Zhiming? Why is he hospitalized?" Ling Yanyan walked up to Li Rui as soon as she saw him, and asked anxiously.

"Miss Yanyan, the CEO has stomach bleeding." Li Rui led her into the ward.

"Stomach bleeding? Why is this happening?" Ling Yanyan looked at Feng Zhiming who was sleeping on the hospital bed, and her tears rolled down silently in an instant.

"The president's stomach has always been bad. Recently, he has arranged a lot of entertainment in order to make himself have no time to think about you, so that's why." Li Rui said to her, "I'm outside the door, just call me if you need something." Then left the ward.

Ling Yanyan sat down beside the bed, "Why can't you take good care of yourself?" she murmured softly.

A small hand caressed his face, he was haggard and thin, and his beautiful bushy eyebrows were also frowned.

"Is your life not good at all? Is it that I shouldn't let you go? Do you know? I miss you too, I miss you so much, as long as I close my eyes, all I see is your figure. I know I shouldn't miss you, but I can't do it! I really can't do it." Ling Yanyan kept talking in his ear, tears clouded her eyes, and the tears slid down Her cheek did not fall on his hand.

Feng Zhiming's brows loosened, and he opened his heavy eyes, and saw the drooping little face, weeping non-stop, and chattering endlessly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, she's here, she's here Come see him.

"Yanyan." Feng Zhiming spoke with difficulty, his voice a little hoarse.

As soon as Ling Yanyan heard his voice, she quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and smiled lightly: "You're awake, is there any discomfort? I'll call the doctor." After speaking, she got up and prepared to go outside , but was held by Feng Zhiming's big hand.

"I'm fine." Feng Zhiming shook his head, seeing her coming, what's the matter?No matter how painful my body was, I didn't feel the pain in my heart when I lost her.

Ling Yanyan sat down again, "Are you really okay? Why don't you take good care of yourself? Didn't you say you shouldn't drink too much alcohol?" She began to thump him lightly, "You did it on purpose, right? You did it on purpose To make yourself sick, to make me uneasy, right? You're a bad person, and I hate you!" The tears slid down again.

"Don't cry!" Feng Zhiming wanted to get up, but was stopped by Ling Yanyan, "Don't move around! Lie down properly."

Feng Zhiming lay down again, "Yanyan, you still love me, don't you?" He asked lightly, but what she said just now fell into his ears.

Ling Yanyan lowered her head and did not speak, she pursed her lips tightly.

"Why don't you talk?" Feng Zhiming stared at her, "If you didn't come here because you love me, then you should leave!" You're so damn stubborn!

After speaking, he turned his head and turned around, not looking at her.

Ling Yanyan at the side stood up after hesitating for a long time, ready to leave.

"Ling Yanyan! Stop!" Feng Zhiming didn't expect that she would actually leave, and shouted at her with all his strength.

Ling Yanyan turned around aggrievedly, looked at his pale face, sweating, and the needle in his hand was bloodshot because of his struggle just now, and hurried back to the bed, "Don't move! "

Obviously she was going to help him, but she was hugged tightly in his arms.

But Li Rui ran in when he heard Feng Zhiming's shout, but saw the scene of the two embracing tightly, and then quietly withdrew, closing the door again.

"Zhiming, let me go." Ling Yanyan was hugged tightly in front of him.

"Say you love me!" Feng Zhiming buried his face in her neck and said domineeringly.

Ling Yanyan buried her face in his chest, she loves it, how could she not?It's just that she can't!

After a long time, Ling Yanyan said: "I love you, I love you very much."

Feng Zhiming let her go, looked at her face, "I love you too, don't leave again."

Ling Yanyan nodded silently, looking at the blood on his hand, "Does it hurt? I'll ask the doctor to bandage it for you." She stretched out her hand and pressed the button on the bedside.

After a while, doctors and nurses came in, pulled out the needle in his hand, and put on gauze to stop the bleeding.

"Go to bed earlier at night! Some things are not recommended for you to do now." Looking at the two of them with an ambiguous expression, he left the ward.

And Feng Zhiming looked at the blushing on Ling Yanyan's face, raised the corners of his lips, "Come here!"

Ling Yanyan just took a step forward, but was taken into his arms by him, "Stay here with me at night." The voice was soft and soft, and then she reached out and patted the empty space on one side.

"Not good. You are sick!" Ling Yanyan refused in a low voice.

Feng Zhiming bit her small earlobe lightly, "Don't say no! You must do what I say." As soon as the words fell, Ling Yanyan was already hugged to the bed by him.