Daddy, Here Is Mommy

A cold voice came from the mobile phone. Nan Huaijin's eyes were tight and she spoke coldly.

"Hello..."

For the first time, he dealt with the night people.

"Don't worry, Mr. Nan. General manager Lu is very good with me. After a few days of recuperation, he can recover as usual. "

The night owl minister's voice is still light, there is no formality, there is no wanton.

"Ye Shao, thank you for taking care of Yiyao. Since he's OK, I'll take him back and take care of him. "

Nan Huaijin Chun Ya said.

"Mr. Nan, I'm afraid you're not safe here."

The night owl minister hooked his lips and indifferently refused.

He looked at Lu Yiyao, who was lying on the wooden couch. His eyes were black and blue, and his charming lips were sharp.

Lu Yiyao is covering his mouth with great effort and coughs soundlessly. My shoulders were shaking with cough.

Soak in the cold sea water for a day and a night, even if the physical fitness is good, the function can not be restored to the previous.

What's more, he had a slight infection and inflammation in his lungs.

"You can send him back to Yunjing."

Nan Huaijin's expression is awe inspiring, cold voice way.

To be sure, the owl minister is right. Bo Yuheng has already made up his mind to leave the land wing far away from death and stay in Licheng, which is obviously not a wise move.

Can "dark night" be safe?

How could he believe that night people would not attack Lu Yi remotely?

"Mr. Nan, don't you believe me?"

The seductive red lips of the night owl minister were slightly hooked, and his face seemed to smile.

"How can I believe you if you and I don't know each other well at night?"

Nan Huaijin's face was silent and she opened her mouth coldly.

His mellow and elegant voice is like the snowy water flowing down the mountain, carrying cold and cool thin, but also with the innate noble spirit.

Such people are rare in the world.

Even Jun Linchuan, who was also elegant and pure Zhou, was a little inferior to him.

The night owl minister's pupil turns into blue blue, the bottom of his eyes glides through a glimmer, his brow rises slightly, and he laughs.

"Now, sir, if it's too early for me."

"Give me the phone..."

Lu Yi Yao, who stopped coughing, raised her eyebrows and whispered to the owl minister.

"Well..."

The night owl minister handed his mobile phone to him, and a helpless smile came over his eyes.

Nan Huaijin is really cautious and worried about everything.

Xu is, Bo Yuheng's affair has hit him too much. Now, he doesn't believe anyone. What's more, I've never had any contact with each other, and there are some "dark nights" of "infamous" outside.

"Uncle Jin..."

Lu Yi Yao takes the mobile phone and half sits up. She calls Nan Huaijin in a low voice.

His lungs were inflamed with infection, and his cheekbones were covered with two circles of unhealthy red.

"Yi Yao, listen to me. I'll arrange for a helicopter to come here and take you back to Yunjing... "

Nan Huaijin's deep eyes fell on the red circle in the middle of Weihai waters, and her face was awe inspiring.

"Uncle Jin, I can't leave now..."

Lu Yiyao just said a word, throat and some itchy, want to cough. He tried to restrain himself from coughing.

"What did they do to you?"

Nan Huaijin eyebrows a tight, thin angry way.

"Uncle Jin, you misunderstood me."

Lu Yiyao's voice became deeper and deeper, and his throat became more and more itchy.

He has changed into a grey silk leisure suit, and his carved face is a little thinner. Bearing, but as in the past.

"Yiyao, don't worry about it..."

Nan Huaijin couldn't believe it completely and her heart couldn't be put down.

"Uncle Jin," dark night "is not as rumored Cough... "

The cough that has been suppressed can no longer be controlled. Lu Yiyao coughs again.

On the forehead, there was a thick layer of cold sweat.

The owl minister handed him a tissue.

Lu Yiyao did not receive it. When the cough ended, he continued.

"Uncle Jin, Xiao Shao is Mr. Helan's friend."

Nan Huaijin naturally knew that, in addition to he Lanxi, who else would he Lanxi have?

"Are you serious?"

"Uncle Jin, do you think I'm a liar?"

The land's wings are thin, and the lips open gently.

Nan Huaijin is so concerned about him that he feels really warm in his heart. Whether he is out of commitment to his mother, or out of guilt for Lin ange.

"Yiyao, in this case, you can take good care of yourself over there. You don't have to worry about Yan Yan."

Nan Huaijin finally made a concession.

He didn't believe the owl minister, but he had to believe helanxi.He LAN, who is famous all over the world, is not an ordinary person.

"Good."

Lu Yi answered and hung up the phone.

"Mr. Lu, can you rest at ease now?"

Night owl minister hands arms, hook lip, to him chuckle way.

"How did you come back?"

Lu Yi Yao hands the mobile phone back to him, Zhan black eyes squint, asked.

"You have such a big thing, can I not come back?"

"Who else knows about it?"

Lu Yiyao asked again.

"Are you worried about your wife?"

The night owl minister pursed his enchanting lips, and a banter smile slipped through his eyes.

"That's right."

Lu Yi Yao also did not deny, a tight eye light, cool back.

The melancholy color in the eyes, thick as splash ink, can't change.

At this moment, he is most worried about Lin ange.

I'm afraid it's difficult to hide such a big thing.

"Give me your cell phone..."

"Are you sure you want to call her at this time?"

The night owl minister raised his wrist and tapped the precious wrist watch with his forefinger.

Lu Yiyao this just reacts to come over, at this time Yunjing, already is midnight.

"Don't worry. Your wife is all right."

The owl minister said with a smile.

“……”

Lu Yi Yao's cold lips are gently pursed, and the unfathomable ink pupil is imbued with deep thoughts.

He didn't contact Lin ange for several days. How could she be ok?

"Ah Xi has come back, so you can rest assured to nurse here. I'm not sure. I'll call your wife in a few hours. "

The night owl minister tilts his head, glimpses the sadness of Lu Yi Yao's eyes, smiles and persuades him.

“……”

Lu Yi Yao did not make a sound.

"Little master..."

A Zuo, with half a silver mask, stood at the door with a bowl of just boiled soup in his hand.

"Come in."

The night owl minister answered and then looked at Lu Yiyao.

"Mr. Lu, after taking the medicine, have a good sleep. Call me if you need anything

"Well..."

Lu Yi Yao faintly answered.

A Zuo went up and handed him the medicine bowl in his hand.

The brown soup reflects Lu Yiyao's angular face. Between the nose, the faint smell of medicine lingers.

The night owl minister and a Zuo both retreated.

Lu Yiyao drinks all the soup in the medicine bowl in one breath, and the bitterness enters the throat, and then the whole abdominal cavity is filled with bitter taste.

The red color on the cheekbones faded away.

After a while, his eyelids became heavy. He lay down with his clothes and soon fell asleep.

"Little Lord, news has just come from Yunjing that Madame Lu..."

A Zuo follows the night owl minister to go out, sees four under nobody, the ear whispers.