Desperate for marriage, the CEO is deeply affectionate

Yu Hang hung up the phone angrily.

Ai Ye leaned against the wall, her head and arms hanging limply, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Tears are low today.

After Ai Ye finished crying, she returned to the room. A woman stood outside the window, looking at the man on the hospital bed through the glass and screen.

Her eyes are obsessed, nostalgic.

She is very thin and beautiful, a kind of morbid softness, giving people the feeling of desolation and pessimism.

The violet dress on her body reminded Ai Ye that it was her, the woman in Zou Rong's arms.

As for Zou Rong, he was sitting on a wooden chair in the courtyard at the moment, looking at the woman's back, with loving and warm eyes.

Aunt Hai sat on the edge of the bed and took a nap.

Ai Ye walked straight over. When the woman saw her, her eyes became flustered and she took a big step back.

Ai Ye didn't even look at her, and closed the curtains layer by layer.

The woman's increasingly blurred face changed from nervous to lonely, and Zou Rong's depressing expression a little bit, together with Ai Ye's sudden surge of uneasiness, poured into her heart together.

Aunt Hai woke up.

Ai Ye stood there in distress.

"Ai Ye, she won't hurt Yan Yan."

"She's like a ghost." Ai Ye pursed her mouth, mentally ill, and it sounded creepy.

Aunt Hai said reproachfully, "It's quieter, it's not as scary as you said."

Ai Ye thought for a long time, "Aunt Hai, I know that I overprotect my words, which is not good, but I hope that even if he is allowed to come into contact with someone, that person must be positive and optimistic, able to transmit upward force."

Aunt Hai sighed, "She's also a patient, we can't be too hard on others."

"I really don't know what she's doing standing there secretly!" Ai Ye stamped her feet in annoyance.

"My Yanyan is beautiful, and the little girl's heart is greatly moved."

Ai Ye chuckled.

can you?

Could it be the kind of little girl's mind?

Ai Ye's feelings are relatively indifferent, and she doesn't understand well, but she is not as thorough as Aunt Hai.

If it was really that simple, she did go too far just now.

Parking pad.

Ai Ye was lying on the grass, her body stretched freely, like winding water, fresh and graceful.

She covered her eyes with her hands and watched the sunset through her fingers.

Zou Rong went around and walked towards the Buick.

The sound of the engine starting startled Ai Ye, she turned her head and saw Zou Rong standing beside the car, looking at her.

She got up, patted the grass star on her body, took two steps closer and said, "I'm sorry."

Zou Rong held on to the car door with a worried look on his face, "Aren't you tired of always being wary of others?"

"Tired, but also be careful."

The water eyes that had been directly shot by the sun were a little confused and lost their focus, as if they were looking at him, but they didn't seem to be.

She is a faintly weak woman, and her diffused aura is comparable to the vast distant mountains in autumn.

I am so lonely that I can't bear to say serious things.

For the first time, Zou Rong showed a touch of pity for her, "I don't know what you have experienced, maybe it was cruel, and made you lose confidence in this world. But you can't be too general. The child has a good impression and likes to look close to him, just to look at it, and it does not pose any danger to him at all. If you think her existence threatens his safety, I will consider transferring her to another hospital."

He is angry.

Ai Ye thought.

When Yu Hang was angry, she flattered her face.

What about him?

How could she appease his anger?

Ai Ye couldn't figure it out, forget it, lest she get darker and angrier, she nodded, "Okay."

To speak simply, to go simply.