She opened WeChat again.

However, there is still no audio.

She pressed her temples tightly, and a bold idea slowly began to take shape in her heart.

Mr. Zhou\'s wedding invitation was sent by his subordinates.

Yan Xixi accepted the wedding invitation very calmly, and it was written clearly: Huang Xiaojue and Zhou Ting\'s wedding date is scheduled on a certain day of the month, and guests are welcome to come.

Then I received a call from Young Master Zhou: \"Miss Yan, have you received the invitation?\"

\"receive.\"

\"Are you going back to the wedding?\"

She was very straightforward: \"I have a lot of exams next month, so I don\'t have time.\"

\"It\'s a pity, I thought you would definitely attend.\"

\"I\'m also sorry. The homework is too tight. If I delay, I will not be able to catch up.\"

\"Miss Yan, are you free recently?\"

She paused and giggled: \"Li Xianzhen Jun said that you invited him, maybe, I will come with him then.\"

Young master Zhou cursed ten thousand times in his heart: bitch bitch.

This damn bitch is obviously flirting with Li Xianzhen - a good Chinese woman, suddenly became a stick fan.It can be seen that she is also in a panic, and she immediately rushes to anyone who has a rich second generation.

Photographed Zhou Ting\'s wedding invitation.

Uncharacteristically, she posted on Facebook, Weibo, and WeChat.

Like many vulgar fans who love to show off wealthy friends, they say some nasty blessings.It\'s as if she is Zhou Ting\'s close friend in her boudoir.

It was only four or five o\'clock when the sleet was pouring into my neck, and it looked like it was midnight.

Yan Xixi quietly walked into the hospital.

At the entrance, I saw Lin Zhiyun.

She followed him in.

The special ward is heavily guarded.Zhang Xiang was not too surprised to see her, and immediately opened the door.

A few steps away, but my heart was beating almost out of my chest.

She wasn\'t too surprised. In fact, from the sudden ominous premonition that night, she knew that something happened to him... Sure enough, Wang Donglin was lying on the hospital bed with gauze wrapped around his head, unconscious.

She\'s just scared.

She quietly sat down in front of him, and quietly held his hand.

His hands are cold.

She held back her tears, almost pressed against his ear, very gentle: \"Brother Donglin, I will be with you...Don\'t worry, I will be with you no matter what time...\"

It was the heat she passed on, and it was obvious that his palm gradually began to warm up.

The first expert consultation has just ended.

The experts filed away, leaving only one person behind.

She held various inspection reports in her hand and read them again.

It was the first time in Liu Daqing\'s life that he was so polite to others, it could be called respectful: \"Doctor Fang, will there be any sequelae from this operation?\"

Dr. Fang raised his head and smiled: \"Don\'t worry, although no operation is guaranteed to be 100% successful, Mr. Wang\'s situation is much more optimistic than I initially expected.\"

Liu Daqing breathed a sigh of relief.

\"Doctor Fang, I have a heartfelt request.\"

\"But it doesn\'t matter.\"

\"I hope you\'re the one who will do it yourself.\"

Doctor Fang still smiled: \"Don\'t worry, I will do my best.\"

\"I\'m really sorry this time. I really can\'t do anything, so I asked Mr. Qu for help. Doctor Fang, I owe you a lot...\"

\"Ma\'am, you are being polite. Doctors have a vocation. This is what they should be.\"

\"Is Elder Qu in good health?\"

\"Toefl, the old man is still in good health.\"

\"When Dong Lin recovers, I have to pay my respects in person.\"

Doctor Fang was very polite: \"Madam, you are welcome.\"

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