His Long Love

When Meng Qingge wakes up, she finds herself in the car.

She suddenly woke up and wanted to sit up and be held tightly. She looked back stiffly and then relaxed.

"Night boat, where are we going?" Meng Qingge felt a little dizzy, simply rely on the eyes of Ji Wanzhou's pen to nourish his energy.

"Go to the hospital first. Your legs are swollen." Ji Wanzhou looked at his little wife with heartache. He didn't know whether the pillow disinfected by the man, so he thrust it in, and his legs were blue and blue.

Meng Qingge's head is dazed. Looking at this road, he suddenly thinks what he is going to do today.

"Go to the Confucian entertainment first." Meng Qingge shakes his head to make himself sober.

"Go to the hospital first." Ji Wanzhou's tone is firm and never gives in.

"Listen to me and go to the Confucian entertainment first." Meng Qing's singer, a remnant of flowers, angrily cast out, she looked at Ji Wanzhou angrily, how today even

he is singing the opposite tune.

"Drive your car, go to the hospital first." Ji Wanzhou took the words that fell in his arms and took it to the driver's head.

"Forget it. If you don't argue with me, how can you get here?" Meng Qingge toot mouth very unhappy, looking out of the window, suddenly thought of this problem.

"Old black." Season evening boat board face-to-face, said two words coldly.

"The old white is driving, and the old black man?" Fortunately, Meng Qingge's understanding ability is first-class. Even if Ji Wanzhou says these two words directly, she can know what Ji Wanzhou wants to say.

"200 push ups, 20 laps around the field." Ji Wanzhou impatiently kicked the front seat, his little wife how not to care about their decent husband.

"You said to go to the hospital is to go to the hospital. Why don't you pay attention to why I want to go to Rufeng?" Meng Qingge looked at Ji Wanzhou and felt that this man's paranoia was a little too much, "I'm not your subordinate. Let me get out of the car and I'll go by myself."

"How do you want to go now that you are like this?" Season evening boat subconsciously said, but the words have been said, there is no room to take back.

Meng Qingge's face is full of disbelief, "what do I look like? You can tell me clearly."

Season evening boat is biting a tooth, dead prop up a face, do not want to admit the weakness in the heart.

"I have something that I can't see. I'm sorry to humiliate you." Meng Qingge saw that Ji Wanzhou didn't feel a word, and her eyes were red. All the grievances were like finding a vent and gushing out.

"Your leg is swollen. Take the medicine first." Ji Wanzhou looked at the little wife's pear blossom with rain's face, all of a sudden heartache, can't put on any more, quickly take the toilet paper to wipe tears.

"I'm not going." Meng Qingge turned away from Ji Wanzhou's hand.

"What do you want to do? I'll listen to you." Season evening boat admits life of sigh tone, oneself wife can still do spoil, be tired of it.

"Go to the Confucian entertainment first." Meng Qingge sniffed and quickly said, "I want to see Monica."

"Go." Ji Wanzhou had to let go, knowing that Qingge would not give up until it reached its goal.

Laobai turned the car steadily and drove to Rufeng entertainment.

Meng Qingge also saw the familiar street, which fully told the hot search of Ji Wanzhou.

"I see. I'll go to find Miao Rufeng first." Ji Wanzhou fondly holds her little wife. After crying, she is always submissive.

"I'll go with you." Meng Qingge said.

"Then your agent doesn't care?"

"Wait for me, will you?" Meng Qingge entangles the season evening boat, the tone should be more gentle and gentle.

"Yes." Season evening boat big hand wave, wait and wait.

Confucian entertainment.

"It won't be good for you two to come together." Miao Rufeng leisurely gave them a cup of tea, "say it, what's the matter."

"Huang Ke is still with you?" Meng Qingge can't wait to ask questions.

"He was taken away by Chen Xiao." Miao Confucianist answered fluently, as if he didn't pay attention to this person at all.

"Bring him." Ji Wanzhou thought for two seconds and said to the wonderful Confucian wind.

"This is my company, not your Jishi. I can't do it." Miao Rufeng said some excitement, just fell on some cough, drink several saliva in succession, then forced to press back.

"Not yet. I'll have a review." Ji Wanzhou frowned, did not expect Miao Ru Feng's body, the body has been so weak, sick for so long has not been good.

"I can't die for the time being. If you have time to worry about me, you'd better think about Meng Qingge's hot search." Miao Rufeng is obviously not in a good mood. When he talks, he is inevitably armed with a stick.

"Pressure." Ji Wanzhou gives two word instructions, and thinks it's no big deal.

"It can't be suppressed by force. The situation is too big. The guidance of public opinion is very important." Miao Rufeng was afraid that Ji Dashao would do something out of the ordinary, and quickly stressed the importance of the matter.

"Mr. Miao, do you know the source?" Meng Qingge knows these things. He must be experienced. Maybe he can find some useful information here."You want to say Huang Ke?" Miao Confucian wind sighed, a glance to understand the problem of Meng Qingge, "he should not have such a big ability."

Ji Wanzhou obviously frowned, he also realized a little problem.

"I think the problem comes from within you. Who else has been exposed to this picture?" Miao Confucianist is keen to detect the problem.

"I think I know." Ji Wanzhou confirmed his idea in his words. Miao Rufeng said this, which was obviously done in the company. He would not say words without confidence.

Meng Qingge also want to ask what, Ji Wanzhou pressed her hand, eyes motioned Meng Qingge not to say again.

"Chen Xiao has nothing to do with me. What else do you want to ask?" Miao Rufeng looks tired and doesn't want to talk about this person.

"Make a game and draw people out." Ji Wanzhou looks at Miao Rufeng. There is no joke in his eyes. Since you don't know who it is, find a way to lead people out.

"I promise you, I will decide the time and place." Wonderful Confucian wind agreed very happily, which is also a good way to deal with it.

"No problem." Season evening boat finish saying to get up, leave a card, "have time to have a look."

Miao Rufeng is the address of a private hospital.

"I see."

After two people left, the secretary sent in a report, "Mr. Miao, this is from the hospital."

"Well, it's hard. Cough. " Miao Rufeng results report, can't help but bow his head and cough twice.

"Are you all right?" The Secretary said with concern.

"You're OK, I'm ok." Miao Rufeng, hoarse, smiles at his secretary.

As soon as the secretary left, he was left in the room.

He spread out his hand, a trace of blood on it. Miao Rufeng smiles bitterly and shakes his head. He is not willing to do so many things. He is still so young.

It's on the breeze. It's on the table. It's been reported to him.