President, go away!

As time went by, the time of meeting was always so short. Ou Qing was reluctant to give up, but had to leave.

Count Harris has a heart attack. He really doesn't want to stimulate him.

"You'll be discharged tomorrow. You're still weak. Uncle Harris won't take you back to London so soon, but the Harris family can't leave uncle Harris, so he'll leave soon."

"But what my father said is always true. You'd better make a good plan, otherwise I'll be brought back to London by my father sooner or later. I can't see him when I want to see him." Shen Qingqing asked him to get up and wrapped his soft arms around him from behind.

Ou Qing's evil spirit smiled, "can't you give up me?"

"Yes." Shen Qingqing nodded with a blush.

"After a while, uncle Harris calmed down. I'll mention our marriage again. Don't worry, I won't wait too long." he bowed his head, kissed her on the forehead and asked, "Qingqing, will you marry me?"

Shen Qingqing smiled, spread out his right hand and shook the back of his hand in front of him. The ring glittered on his ring finger.

"You brought this ring yourself, ah Qing. You have proposed. Now you want to repent, don't you?"

"How dare I, my wife." Ou Qing smiled faintly, took the back of her hand and kissed her ring finger with a ring. "I should go. If Uncle Harris caught me, I'd be angry again."

"Yes." Shen Qingqing nodded.

After Ou Qing left, Shen Qingqing returned to bed, but she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

When she was sleepy, she felt a gap in the door, and the familiar footsteps gradually approached. Finally, she stood by the bed, covered the quilt corner for her, and walked out softly.

After that, Shen Qingqing vaguely heard the voice of scolding outside the ward, and the corners of her lips rose helplessly.

The bodyguards at the door were scolded for ouqing's trouble. Count Harris had a bad temper and had to scold. Those bodyguards were really wronged.

The next day Shen Qingqing was discharged from the hospital. Ou Qing was right. Count Harris was full of work in London.

He arranged everything for Shen Qingqing and flew back to London.

As soon as Shen Qingqing returned to the Shen family's old house, Lin Sunian's phone was connected.

"Read."

"I heard you got out of trouble and didn't dare to see you. Has count Harris returned to London? I've been living in the hospital these days because the child was premature." Lin Sunian said helplessly at the end of the phone.

"How could it be premature?" Shen Qingqing asked in surprise, but on second thought, the eighth floor is inseparable from himself. "I'm sorry, Niannian, it worries you."

"Silly girl, what are you talking about? My baby and I are fine now. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Which hospital are you in? I'll go there now." Shen Qingqing can't wait to put on her shoes and get ready to go out.

At the other end, Lin Su Nian didn't stop and said the hospital and ward numbers.

Shen Qingqing drove and ran over, but she didn't expect Ou Qing to be there.

Of course, there is no such coincidence in the world. Ou Qing will catch up so accurately. Naturally, someone informs, and who else can this person be except Zongye.

When Shen Qingqing walked into the ward, Ou Qing was carefully holding the child who was only a few days old. It was premature. The child was less than six kilograms when he was born. He was too small to be careful and dare not exert himself.