Mr. Quan, please take care

Chapter 810 Biological father Yan Ke, he is still alive
On the same day, Ningcheng Airport, outside the VIP lounge dedicated to private jets.

When the same stewardess pushed the trolley past the door for the third time and pretended to look in casually, the attention of the two black-clothed bodyguards finally fell on her.

"You—" the person on the left stepped forward, his suit couldn't hide his muscles, his eyes were fierce, and his tone was fierce, "What are you looking at?! No one is allowed to walk around here, so leave quickly—"

The stewardess trembled from his yelling, managed to keep her smile on, and stepped forward: "Hi, hello... I'm the airport ground staff, and I'm in charge of this lounge, providing high-quality services for VIPs..."

The bodyguard's brows tightened: "Get to the point."

"Do the passengers inside need to order food?" The stewardess was so nervous that she was about to cry.

It's not that I haven't met a guest with a bodyguard before, but it's not so fierce, is it?It seems that the people inside will be attacked every minute and may be assassinated at any time.

There was a suffocating vigilance and vigilance in the air.

As for?
It's not that the crown prince is on tour...

The two bodyguards looked at each other for a moment, and exchanged glances with each other. One of them used his body to block the woman from the door, blocking the sight of prying eyes, while the other pushed the door in. Not surprisingly, he should have gone to ask the people inside.

The moment the door was pushed open, the stewardess glanced lightly out of the corner of her eye. Coincidentally, from her angle, she could just see the situation inside through the crack of the door. Although the whole process lasted less than two seconds, it was not without incident. get.

I saw a piece of white passing by, like the corner of a coat that was opened when a person walked around.

Judging by the length, it should be a robe or something.

So, who would wear a pure white cotton coat?
The flight attendant's first reaction was very direct - doctor!
But after thinking about it, I felt that something was wrong. Who would take a doctor with them when they go out?

Even if he is an important person, he should not travel in casual clothes when he is equipped with medical staff. How could he deliberately attract attention by wearing a white coat?

unless……

This paramedic is working!

hiss!
In other words, there may be patients in this group?Need a doctor to take care of at any time, think about the condition is not optimistic.

Being able to use a private jet to transfer between different hospitals and live in this top-level VIP room is not something that can be achieved just by having money...

The stewardess immediately lowered her head, sweating for her bold prying.

Soon, the bodyguard who went in came out: "I want a steak and vegetable salad."

"Okay." The stewardess smiled sweetly and pushed the car into it.

The bodyguard frowned and reached out to stop her: "What are you doing?!"

"Don't the VIPs inside need meals?" The stewardess was stunned by the yelling.

The man in black had no expression on his face: "Give me something, I don't need it from you."

"...Oh, okay, please wait a moment." After finishing speaking, he quickly leaned over and took out two meals sealed with tin foil from the trolley.

The bodyguard took it: "Okay, leave now."

The stewardess didn't dare to stay longer, let alone look back, and walked quickly.

It disappeared in a blink of an eye, but I couldn't help but flash the white corner of the clothes in my mind...

buckle -

"Come in."

The bodyguard pushed the door open, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "Sir, your meal."

Only a deep and dignified voice sounded, "Bring it here."

The bodyguard became more and more awed, subconsciously bowed his body even lower, and put his hands up.

"Go out."

"Yes." The moment the bodyguard turned around, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mr. handing one of the two meals to the woman beside him, and said softly, "Alan, it's your favorite salad."

"I can't eat it." The woman's tone was cold and she didn't even look at it.

The bodyguard couldn't help but tremble with fear, no one had ever dared to speak to Mr. with such a tone and attitude.

Even if there is, I don't know where to bury it under the loess now.

But what is surprising is that the always majestic and almost cold-hearted gentleman showed no signs of anger, but softly comforted: "I know you are worried about your son, but you can't ignore your body, and you will be boarding the plane soon. It's three hours, you can eat as much as you want..."

The bodyguard had been by the man's side for many years, and it was the first time he saw him so caring about a woman, even to the point of connivance.

If it wasn't for connivance, Mr. might not bother to set foot in such a small place as Ningcheng in his life.

But in the end he came in person, which is enough to show that this woman is not light.

The bodyguard couldn't help but want to turn around and take another look, to see how beautiful this woman is, enough to make even someone like Mr.
It's a pity that I don't have the guts.

Before opening the door and going out, I heard my husband coaxing the woman to eat, mouthful of "Alan", with never-before-seen patience and intimacy.

hiss……

Maybe this trip back will change the entire Yan family.

Yang Lan looked at the meal handed to her again, her brows furrowed, and her tone became impatient: "I said I don't want to eat it!"

After the roar, the air stagnates, and the silence is a little scary.

The busy medical staff next to them couldn't help but relax, with a kind of trepidation and caution.

I'm afraid that that person will get angry and be reluctant to get angry with his own woman, so he will vent his anger on them.

Yan Ke looked at Yang Lan, still holding the salad in his hand, his brows darkened.

Although he is over half a hundred years old, the man has thick black hair, not stained with frost and snow, and his outline is crisp and neat. A pair of dark pupils are deep and dark, but the forehead is deeply imprinted. It can be seen that he often frowns, but his handsomeness and demeanor are not damaged in the slightest. , but more majestic.

After Yang Lan finished yelling that sentence, she lowered her eyes, seemingly at a loss, but in fact she used it to cover up the flash of annoyance.

During this period of time, she was immersed in the pampering and pampering he gave her. She lived in comfort and comfort for so long that she almost forgot that the man in front of her was the head of the Yan family, one of the four major families in Jingping. The peak is far beyond what Shen Chunjiang can reach.

"Sorry..." Yang Lan is very clear about her current identity. She is no longer the wealthy wife of the Shen family in Ningcheng, but a helpless woman who has been divorced and lost her children one after another.

Now she is like duckweed on the surface of the water, which will disperse when the wind blows.

Only by firmly holding Yan Ke's heart can we hope to turn over.

But with such a man, how can you hold his heart if you want?

What she is relying on now is only the memory of the two of them with regrets, and the heart of conquest that the man couldn't ask for but was eager to move.

Therefore, the distance Yang Lan gave him should not be too close, otherwise the price would drop; nor should it be too far, which would hurt the man's self-esteem.

In the final analysis, it is still a measure of control.

How to be indifferent, how to refuse and welcome, these are all knowledge.

Yang Lan used to be the hostess of the Shen family, even if Shen Chunjiang was not very enthusiastic about her, she would not follow the example of those mistresses and mistresses and seduce men with flirtatious tricks.

But now, she has become what she once hated the most.

How is it different from those mistresses who willingly follow men without a name?
Oh, there is a difference.

She also gave birth to an excellent son for a man!
Just like concubines in ancient times, they had no sons to sell, but they could not dispose of them at will.

Even for the sake of the child, the mother of the child should be given the dignity she deserves, so as not to lose the reputation of the master.

Thinking of this, Yang Lan lowered her head even lower.

From a man's point of view, you can just see her trembling eyelashes due to anxiety and embarrassment, just like the youthful and helpless she was when she was sent to him by that wimpy Shen Chunjiang, with the fragility and beauty that I still feel pity for. It's frightening, and I can't wait to keep it for myself.

Today's Yang Lan overlaps with the woman of that year strangely, and Yan Ke's regrets for many years are finally fulfilled at this moment.

His heart also softened, and he sighed in a deep voice: "You..."

Those two words revealed how much helplessness and pampering.

Yang Lan pursed her lips to cover up the upward curve.

She knew that she won the bet...

The moment the man took her into his arms, Yang Lan said softly: "I'm sorry, I know you have good intentions, but... A Qian is not out of danger for a day, and I am not at ease every day. How can I eat? You say we Will your son...will..."

At the end, Yang Lan broke down in tears and trembled uncontrollably.

Like a pear blossom that cannot be beaten in a storm, it is poignant and tragic.

Yan Ke hugged her even more distressedly, but his gaze went straight through a group of medical staff to the person sleeping with closed eyes on the makeshift bed frame.

This is his son, he and Yang Lan's flesh and blood, but he did not expect father and son to meet under such circumstances.

"Don't worry, Jingping has the best medical team, and he will definitely be able to cure A-Qian." Yan Ke clenched his cheeks, resolutely.

But he didn't know whether he was comforting Yang Lan or comforting himself?

　Brother Scum is not dead, everyone should have guessed it, right?Only by changing identities and surnames can he and Houhou have such a slight chance, so he gave up everything, at the cost of his life, to gain a tiny chance, how should I put it... pitiful, but extremely Love to nature.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)