exclusive marriage

Chapter 78 Strategizing for her (1)
Uncle Jin seemed to be expecting it, and replied: "I've checked, and it's the director of the Supervision Department who has been staring at Zuo's, and Qi Yichen is a father-son relationship."

Sometimes the world is actually very small, a network, a few nodes, endlessly involved.

The father and son of the Qi family, the old one wants the life of Zuocheng, and the young one wants the people of Zuocheng...

The corners of Zuo Cheng's lips curled slightly, seeming cold and ruthless: "How about the hospital and the United States?"

"I only owe Dongfeng." Uncle Jin replied lightly.

People in the world only know that the Zuo family in Lijie dominates Shanghai, but they don't know that it is far more than... If you want a place in Zuocheng, you can get it at your fingertips.

As for Qi Yichen, he planned every step of the way, but he didn't want his life.

Looking at the window sill as if there was nothing there, the pot of thorn sunflowers was facing the wind, and the moonlight was crisp, and his voice was charming: "It's time."

Before Dongfeng, this Dongfeng was Zuo Cheng's bewitchingly beautiful hands, and when he waved his fingertips, it turned the world upside down.

Uncle Jin was silent for a moment, with a serious expression on his face: "Master, Qi Yichen fell ill last night and was just rescued." His voice stopped abruptly, as if he was about to speak.

Every time he encounters that person, Uncle Jin struggles, because the people in front of him will be chaotic, and he must be precise.

Zuo Cheng raised his cold eyes, cast a deep look, opened his lips lightly, and only uttered one word that could not be refused: "Say."

Zuo Cheng's eyes seemed to want to dissipate the haze, if there was a faint light, he probably knew that it was related to that person.

Uncle Jin can't dodge, he said bluntly in a deep voice: "Miss Xia Chu is at Qi Yichen's place right now."

The thick shadows in the eyes covered up the faint light spots, and the eyelids were drooping and raised, full of coldness and arrogance, he stood up without saying a word.

Uncle Jin cautiously: "Master, it's getting late, it's still tomorrow—"

Before the words were finished, Uncle Jin was startled, all the persuasion on his lips subsided, Zuo Cheng gave him a cold look, his profile was stern, and he pulled out the pillow on his wrist.

Uncle Jin was raising his eyes. He had already walked away, but he just shook his head: If it is true, there will be chaos.

The apricot-yellow light in the ward was like moonlight, soft and gentle, softening the outline of the person, but unknowingly dimming the face.

A pair of eyes, light ink color like washing, the eyes inlaid in the pale face reflected another similarly pale face.

The person on the bed opened his eyes, and Jiang Xiachu's dark eyes were like stars rising suddenly, dispelling the lingering haze: "Wake up."

It was just a light tone, without any surprise, like a greeting after Qian Fan passed away.

The eyes are only slightly closed, the long black eyelashes seem to be covered with a layer of gray, seem to be exhausted, they are gently closed, the blood on the handsome face is completely gone, and the smile on the corner of the lips is miserable: "Xia Chu, how long have you been here. "

She was sitting beside the hospital bed, on the wooden chair was a cushion prepared by Yichen: "You slept for a long time, I came yesterday." Right now, she was also tired and blue.

Qi Yichen drew a faint smile from the side of his pale lips, his brows were furrowed as if trying to hold back: "Did Dr. Qin go there last weekend?"

He wakes up and walks through the gate of hell, but he is still worried about her. She is fine and healthy, and she is mending her dying heart with sewing.

Her heart was tugging, every bit of it was sore, it was hard to swallow, her voice trembled slightly: "You are the one who is sick, and you still worry about me." Qi Yichen just looked at her, as if he wanted a definite answer, she pursed her lips , or say, "Go."

When she looked at him, her face was as if covered by the moonlight, pale and yellowish, when did he become so thin after being ill for a long time?It must be extremely painful to frown like that.

Her Yi Chen always endured like this, no matter how painful he would be, he would smile at her.

Heart, like being run over by dense needles, in the eyes, the layer of concentration is called distressed.

She looked at him with eyes she had never seen before.

Qi Yichen could always read her eyes, all emotions, whether to hide or not, he smiled at her and said softly: "I'm fine."

very good?Such a feeble voice uttered these two words.

He is always like this, enduring the pain, smiling at her, saying that he is very good, but he just doesn't want her to be bad.Why doesn't she understand?He said dully: "You're not good." Gently placed his hand on Yi Chen's chest where his heart was, and looked into his eyes, "Does it hurt?"

Shaking his head: "It doesn't hurt." His face was as white as paper, but he smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Anyway, that heart has been mended many times, and I don't care about a few more stitches."

It seemed to be deliberately joking, probably because he didn't want her to worry.

Jiang Xiachu's eyes dimmed: "I'm not worried, you promised me that you would live for a long time, and you never broke your promise." She was determined, but there was a sense of venting her anger.

Qi Yichen smiled, and leaned his bony hands on the back of hers, with a playful tone and serious eyes: "Xia Chu, if I break my promise, you will forget about me."

There was a tear in the patched heart, a pain that seemed to be splitting open.

So caring about her, cherishing her, but forgetting.It's not that he is cruel, it's not that he is ruthless, it's just that life and death are unpredictable, if he can't accompany her, then don't let her depend on her.

He only wants her to live and live well, but she needs a cold and strong heart, even if she forgets him.

He was still smiling, there was no smile in his eyes, and the fallen stars were overwhelming.

Yi Chen, if you don't want to part with it, do you still have to endure it?

She laughed, and her voice was filled with coldness: "If you break your promise, I will disturb your grave every day, and I will sleep with you forever."

Playful tone, decisive eyebrows.

Jiang Xiachu never joked, even with a playful tone.

She will, he has been with her for five years, and she will return him for the rest of his life.

Be selfish, she just wants him to be reluctant.

Sure enough, Jiang Xia Chu succeeded, Qi Yichen tightened his fingertips covering the back of her hand, his eyes suddenly froze, his profile turned cold, and his voice quivered slightly: "Xia Chu, don't make such a joke."

Jiang Xia smiled brightly at the beginning.She knew that he was reluctant.

He smiled and replied seriously: "Then don't make such a joke."

She wins, if she sleeps with him forever, he will die with regret.After all, he nodded, he never made promises casually, and never broke his promise.

Brushing her slightly messy hair, perhaps tired, his voice became softer: "Chu Xia, in the operating room, I heard you call me, I forgot to breathe, and then I remembered." Looking into her cool eyes like autumn water, he asked, "Are you afraid?"

He was the one who could live and die, but he asked her if she was afraid.Probably because I was thinking about her fear, I forgot that I was afraid.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine." She replied simply.

The messy and fine mottled eyes are panic and fear.

She said she was not afraid, but her eyes were full of fear.

How could she not be afraid, Yi Chen, her most cherished person.

Qi Yichen frowned, the pain in his eyes was self-evident, he gently hugged her in his arms, and his voice was soft, ringing in her ear: "Xia Chu, every time I lie on the operating table, I feel very scared." , I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, I would never be able to open them again. I was not so afraid when I was told that I would not live to be 25."

(End of this chapter)