CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

Shen Qingqing? How could it be her? At this time, shouldn't she be in H city? Why are you here?

Jiang Fengming's eyebrows frowned tightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly, looking into the car.

I can vaguely see a man, but he can't see who he is. It's too dark in the car.

Jiang Fengming's car window didn't come down, so Shen Qingqing couldn't see the inside from the outside.

Of course, at this moment she did not care, the vehicle beside her, just a light glance, thought it was just a person in hospital.

"Slow down." Jiang Fengming said to the driver.

"Yes." The driver nodded and answered, then stepped on the brake gently, and the speed immediately slowed down.

Then I saw Shen Qingqing's car heading towards another building, block B of the inpatient department.

"Follow up." Jiang Fengming ordered, and added, "don't follow too closely."

The driver stepped on the gas pedal again, followed up and kept a close distance.

Shen Qingqing's car stopped.

"All right, pull over." Jiang Fengming said to the driver.

"Yes." The driver swerved and pulled over.

Not far away, is Shen Qingqing's car, jiangfengming dare not too close, lest be found.

Jiang Fengming stares at the black business car not far away.

Later, Leng Shaoheng and Shen Qingqing came down from the car, as well as the servant.

The servants went into the hall first with big shopping bags.

Leng Shaoheng and Shen Qingqing are at the back, walking slowly.

Jiang Fengming didn't see the man's face, just saw Leng Shaoheng's side face, but at a glance, it can be confirmed that this man is Leng Shaoheng.

Not to mention, the tall and slender figure of men, as well as elegant and noble indifference temperament, is very conspicuous.

It was not until Leng Shaoheng turned his head that Jiang Fengming saw his face. It was Leng Shaoheng.

But also, besides Leng Shaoheng, who can hold Shen Qingqing's waist so aboveboard?

Jiang Fengming's eyes fell on Leng Shaoheng's arm around Shen Qingqing's waist, and his eyes became more and more deep.

But when did they come?

Aren't they at home? Jiang Fengming's eyes narrowed slightly again.

Moreover, it seems that Leng Shaoheng and Shen Qingqing are talking and laughing, which is not like experiencing the pain of bereavement.

and why did they come to the hospital? What do you do in hospitals abroad? Who is sick? Or what?

Jiang Fengming doesn't know. He can only guess in his heart and stare at the figure of two people.

"Tired?" Leng Shaoheng hugs Shen Qingqing and walks into the hall of the inpatient department.

Shen Qingqing shook her head, with a faint smile on her face, "not tired."

Until the two people's back disappeared in the field of vision, Jiang Fengming took back his gloomy eyes and sat in the car without saying a word.

The driver didn't know what happened to him, but it was the privacy of the guest, and he didn't know how to ask. He just waited there quietly.

After a long time, Jiang Fengming said to the driver, "turn around and go back."

"Yes." The driver nodded and stepped on the accelerator again. The car slowly turned around and went back to building a, block a, inpatient department.

Jiang Fengming got out of the car, took the elevator, went to the intensive care unit first, and took a look at the cold words.

Xu is in the treatment of drugs, lengyanmo sleep in the past.

Jiang Fengming's eyes, deep and quiet, fall on the face of cold words.