Mr. Chief, We're A Contractual Marriage

At that time, Ling surong, who was in the UK, was also ready to go back to see his daughter. By the way, when Luo Jinshi got well, he would take Luo Jinshi to the UK together.

In China, although Luo Jin's poetry was born into a noble family. However, no one else could look after her except the intimate housekeepers at home.

In the hospital, Luo Jinshi is leaning against the hospital bed. The housekeeper feeds Luo Jinshi soup mouth by mouth!

"Miss, do you feel better today?"

The housekeeper asked while feeding Luo Jinshi soup.

"Much better..."

The VIP ward is full of fruit baskets and flowers in such a day or two. However, Luo Jin had no interest in these poems. The spirit of fighting reluctantly is just dealing with talking to people!

On the other hand, Xu changed a bunch of flowers into a vase one after another, with a complex expression on his face and what he wanted to say, but he didn't say it for a long time.

"Is there anything important in the company today?"

Luo Jinshi just glanced at Xu's face.

"Miss, you've left the company's affairs to others. Don't bother."

Meanwhile, the housekeeper said with concern.

"In fact, nothing happened in the company, but something happened yesterday."

"What are you doing? What happened? Isn't it about me? "

Luo Jin's poetry is just without children. On the second day, it looks much better. In addition to the physical feeling of taking time, the spirit has also recovered a lot.

"Not really. It was Fu Xinrui who had an accident. He walked out of Roche Group and had a car accident on the opposite road. There are no children. I just went out and met her mother holding her down for a walk. He said he woke up last night. The trauma of the car accident was not big, but his spirit didn't look very good! "

Xu's words were just finished. At the same time, the housekeeper answered, "it's really hard to repay you. How can you come so fast."

"Well, stop it. Xu, is this true? "

Luo Jin still doesn't believe in poetry. What's going on. He and Fu Xinrui lost their children on the same day. Is this really a coincidence?

"It's true. It's true. It's in the ordinary ward downstairs. I saw it with my own eyes. Fu Xinrui's spirit is not very good. She elongates her face and doesn't speak. Her mother takes her one step, and she takes one step. Otherwise, she won't move! The injury is not very serious, but the spirit... "

Xu talked to Luo Jin's poetry one after another. Originally, Luo Jin's poetry had completely lost any confidence in dealing with Xinrui, but he didn't want to hear such news at this time!

Sympathy or something else, Luo Jin's poetry has been confused.

"She is also a poor child. However, this child is not comfortable at all. Please be able to do this. I don't know if this time, she knows where she's wrong! "

The housekeeper said earnestly. Just then, the phone around Xu one after another just rang.

"Who?"

These two days, Xu's phone has long become a special line for Luo Jin's poetry.

"Yes, but always."

Xu answered the phone one after another, and then he heard that Wei Jiacheng had received Ling surong!

"Mr. Luo, but he received his wife."

"Is mom back? Why so fast?"

Suddenly, Luo Jin's heart was warm. Originally, she didn't feel that she missed her mother, but she would hear that her mother was coming, but she felt that she missed her in every way!

"Yes, madam. I'll be at the hospital in a minute."

After walking for a long time, Ling surong has made great achievements in her career these days. However, when she came back to the city again, her heart was a little melancholy. Ling surong would never have come back if his daughter hadn't had such a thing. For this city, she has already lost half of her nostalgia. Yes, not at all! She spent almost the first half of her life here. Therefore, she always wanted to escape. If it weren't for such harm to Luo Jin's poetry this time, she wouldn't have decided to return home.

Originally, the VIP ward where Luo Jinshi lived was very large, but this meeting was very crowded because there were several more people!

"Mom, I'm all right. If you come back like this, will it affect the British career?"

Ling surong gently took her daughter's hand and caressed her lovingly: "how can it be? Mom's career has been finalized and nothing will happen. Besides, there are so many employees in my studio. How can I not come after such a big thing happened to you. It's okay. When you get well, everything will start again. How about going to England with my mother in a few days? "

Ling surong has always wanted to live with her daughter. Last time, she wanted to take Luo Jinshi away, but who knows, Luo Jinshi insisted on staying and going through this muddy water. Now, she loves her daughter very much. Perhaps, in Ling surong's eyes, Luo Jin's poetry has quite some of her father's personality. What she recognizes must be done or must be done. Ling surong shook her head and felt helpless.

"Yes, mom, when I'm better and finish some things, I'll go to England with you. Perhaps, this is also the meaning of God. He saw that I wanted to continue my studies in Britain and was not suitable to be a mother, so he took back my child! I'm fine. I'll be strong, mom. You're my example! "

For a moment, the mother and daughter's affection was seen in the eyes of CICI standing at the door. In her heart, it was not a taste. Originally, she was like an orphan. When she saw this moving scene, she was moved. However, her move is contradictory. The mother and daughter in front of her made her love and hate.

Without Ling surong, would her life be different. Moreover, if Ling surong was not a British aristocrat, would she not be orphaned? CICI was thinking and looking at the bloodless Luo Jin poem on the hospital bed. I feel very guilty in my heart. If she hadn't intervened, Luo Jin's poems wouldn't be like this today. She is also responsible for all this. After thinking for a while, CICI pushed the door open: "Jin Shi, I came to see you."

"CICI, it's you."

Ling surong turned her head and happened to face CICI. It was gone for some time. As soon as she saw it, today's CICI was more and more mature and beautiful. However, for a time, there was still an unspeakable feeling in my heart.