The drunken favorite wife of a wealthy family

Chapter 920
At ten o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xuanxuan just opened her eyes tiredly. She rubbed her eyes, stretched lazily on the bed, and patted her arms on the bed beside her. She didn't touch Gu Mingchen. She was shocked one by one. Suddenly turned his head.

I saw that the place next to her was empty...

"Ming Chen." Immediately, she called out from the room.

Just as she was about to support the bed and get up, at that moment, Peng Shuwan sprinted towards her all the way, and hurriedly stopped her, "Don't get up! Lie down properly!"

"Mom?" Jiang Xuanxuan lay down obediently, her big black eyes fixed on Peng Shuwan, "Where's Ming Chen?"

"He had an emergency at work, and he has already left in his private jet. Seeing that you haven't woken up, I haven't had time to tell you. But he said that he will come back to pick you up as soon as he is done, but we don't know when he will It's over, so let's make the preparations first and wait for his notification." While talking, Peng Shuwan was busy covering Jiang Xuanxuan with a quilt, "Also, the doctor can say, in the next few days, apart from going to bed Don’t get out of bed when you go to the toilet, and you must not use force when you go to the toilet, your body is very sensitive now, and you may have a miscarriage, but you must take good care of it.”

Jiang Xuanxuan nodded, trying to digest the message Peng Shuwan gave her, "When did Ming Chen leave? Did something urgent happen to him?"

"It should be very urgent. I think he hasn't stopped calling all morning. And the plane flew directly to the roof of the hospital to pick him up. The battle was so big that many people took pictures." Peng Shuwan said non-stop, "Do you want to brush your teeth and wash your face? Mom will bring you a washbasin. After washing, eat porridge. In the morning, I will cook a special porridge for you."

Peng Shuwan's care for Jiang Xuanxuan is really attentive, anyone can feel it.

Jiang Xuanxuan nodded and accepted her.

At that moment, when Peng Shuwan left to go to the bathroom, she lay obediently on the hospital bed, rolling her big black eyes, looking here and there.

The environment of the hospital is no stranger to Jiang Xuanxuan, because during this period of time, her family members, including herself, have been frequently hospitalized, and Jiang Xuanxuan has become a regular visitor, and she is also used to the smell of the disinfectant.

Her gaze swept over the bedside table, where her cell phone was placed.Having nothing to do, Jiang Xuanxuan also took the phone with her hand, opened the screen to read the news and news, and saw an unread message on the main page.

She clicked on it, only to find that it was Lu Chengyi who sent her the message.

Lu Chengyi: Are you home yet?Why don't you call me?

Jiang Xuanxuan thought it was weird at the time, this was the first time she realized that Lu Cheng's attitude towards her was unusual.

Jiang Xuanxuan simply didn't reply to his text messages. Anyway, she didn't reply all night, so it's meaningless to go back now.Moreover, she didn't want Gu Mingchen to worry or make Gu Mingchen jealous, so it was best to avoid these misunderstandings that should be avoided.

When she thought about it carefully, Lu Chengyi didn't seem like a careful person at all.

But that guy was very nice to her from the beginning. Although she was afraid of him, to be honest, he never really touched her, scolded her, threatened or warned her.

From the moment he appeared, he saved her, saved her and saved her again and again. Although the reason for saving her every time was because of Gu Mingchen, these repeated rescues were not fake.

Jiang Xuanxuan now thinks back to everything in the past, and then thinks about last night when Lu Chengyi was pestering her at Gu's house.If you think about it, you can really feel that his attitude towards Jiang Xuanxuan is different.

So, did he really like her, Jiang Xuanxuan?

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuanxuan couldn't help feeling a chill, and immediately shook her head to get rid of the thought.

(End of this chapter)