Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

There were too many questions to ask in her heart, but she thought, looking at Mencius' appearance, she should be accompanied by clothes all night. She couldn't bear to wake him up, but she gently got up, picked up a blanket and walked towards Mencius.

She put the blanket on Mencius' body. She was careful not to disturb him, but he still woke up.

He opened his eyes and met her in the air. Looking at her carefully holding a blanket in her hand, his small face was close at hand. With the freshness of the morning, his heart suddenly moved, and he held out his hand to hold her white wrist.

Her face flushed slightly, and then quickly broke free. She turned her face and stood up to avoid his burning eyes.

Although only after such a short period of time did not see, but a lot of things have been quietly changing. She was trapped by Qi Aozhi, she became a shameful mistress, even if only for a short time, her heart could not return to the past.

In order to cover up the embarrassment, she quickly picked up the topic, her delicate brow slightly frowned, with a full stomach of confusion: "Ziqi, why are we here?"

Mencius pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth except that section.

"I got here after a call. You were sleeping in bed when I came. I think you are too tired to wake you up

i see? So who sent her here? No one but Liu Yan. There was a surge of gratitude in her heart. No matter what purpose Liu Yan is for, she finally saved her and she can go to see her father.

Thinking of her father, her mind suddenly clear, last night, Liu Yan finally said to her, a moment like waves rushed back to her mind. She said... That Qi Aozhi had reported on his father, and that she was asked to see his father for the last time... No, no, Qi Aozhi would not be so ruthless. It would not be true

Her temple sprang up suddenly, her head was dizzy, and her heart sank heavily. She raised her head in a hurry, grasped Mencius' hand, and almost cried out: "Ziqi, how's my father? Tell me, he's fine. He's fine, isn't he? "

Mencius Qi's eyes flashed over Lin Youxian's dying appearance on the hospital bed. He couldn't bear to tell her this, but he had to tell her again.

He looked straight into Lin Yiwan's eyes, comforted and heavy, and said, "Yiwan, you have to be mentally prepared, uncle Lin, he has been waiting to see you for the last time."

"No... no..." Lin Yiwan couldn't believe it. She let go of his hand and stepped back. Her black and white eyes flashed with despair. She yelled: "I haven't seen my father for just a few days. He was still fine a few days ago. How could it be like this, how could it be like this..."

Mencius looked at the tears on Lin Yiwan's face, and his heart tightened. He stepped forward, hugged her shoulder and said in her ear, "Yiwan, calm down and go. I'll take you to see Uncle Lin."

Lin Yiwan only felt that her whole body was drained, and her whole body was soft without any strength. She passively went out with Mencius, and there was only one thought in her mind, she wanted to see her father. It was the only relative in her life.