President's Single-minded Love

Cheng Ziyan was stunned.

Yan xiaonuo's eyes are gentle and indifferent, but with a kind of insistence that people can't refuse. After questioning for a long time, she can't pretend to know nothing.

Cheng Ziyan said to her, "come on, I'll check it for you."

Yan xiaonuo's heart is loose, he can accept his own questions, is afraid of an accident, everyone should hide from her.

Because she was pregnant, Cheng Ziyan took a blood test.

The process of waiting for the result was very disturbing. Yan xiaonuo walked up and down the corridor and forced herself to sit for a while. She couldn't help standing up and wanted to knock on the door, but she didn't dare to disturb Cheng Ziyan.

But no matter how anxious you are, you can only be patient.

The door was opened and Cheng Ziyan came out with a mask.

Yan xiaonuo is busy to welcome the past.

Cheng Ziyan held the report in his hand and did not show it to her immediately. He took off his mask and showed his calm expression, "are you sure you want to read it?"

Yan xiaonuo's heart suddenly sank, the body was light, the sweat in the palm was too greasy to hold the finger, her voice was boundless: "I want to see."

Cheng Ziyan saw that xiaonuo was very pale, and a thin sweat was pouring out from Yu's temples. He couldn't bear it and patted her on the shoulder. "Xiao Nuo, don't worry. My father will surely save you with all his strength."

Yan xiaonuo only thinks that the world is spinning. She should believe in Cheng Ziyan's superb medical skills. She should also believe that mexijue's staying up these days must be related to her body, but what about herself?

Can she believe in herself?

What should she do now? What can be done?

"Father, am I ill?" Yan xiaonuo raised his eyes again, with ardent hope.

Cheng Ziyan did not dare to face her eyes and said in a low voice, "you are not sick, you are poisoned."

Yan xiaonuo was shocked and stepped back two steps. Cheng Ziyan helped her.

If it is ill, then it is their own bad luck, can not blame anyone, but if it is poisoning, it is someone deliberately trying to kill her.

Yan xiaonuo reluctantly stabilized his body shape, for a long time, she felt his panic heartbeat, "child, will be affected?"

Cheng Ziyan sighed and didn't want to hide it from her. He said, "not for the time being."

"For the time being..." Yan xiaonuo murmured these two words, "that is to say, it will still affect the children, right?"

Cheng Ziyan has never cheated anyone in his life, even if it is a white lie. At the moment, he doesn't want to hide xiaonuo. Instead of worrying Yan xiaonuo at that time, he should tell her all the possibilities now.

He read countless people in his life, and knew that Yan xiaonuo could survive.

But knowing that it was one thing, and the impatience in his heart was another, Cheng Ziyan chose silence.

Silence is an answer.

Yan xiaonuo no longer asked what, turned slowly into the master bedroom.

Cheng Ziyan grabbed Yan xiaonuo's wrist, but he felt the cold on her wrist. He moved in his heart and told Yan xiaonuo about the past: "I have an old friend who was poisoned by the most powerful and tyrannical drug. But she still survived. Don't be afraid. There will always be a way."

Yan xiaonuo looks back and sees Cheng Ziyan's rare gentle expression.

According to the worry at the end of Tang Dynasty, Cheng Ziyan seldom recalled the past, not because he didn't remember, but because he didn't want to mention it.

But he comforted her with such words, enough to show his concern for himself.

"Father, I will not give up." Yan xiaonuo's lips float a wisp of smile, "I now, just want to think about it well!"

Cheng Ziyan understood deeply, so he stopped talking and left the master bedroom.

Yan xiaonuo is sitting on the sofa in front of the window, leaning against the sofa obliquely. At the moment, there is no one around her. She has never felt so sober.

Once upon a time, she sat on this sofa and thought about the future of herself and moxijue. She thought that one day she would give birth to a child and avoid the fate of being taken away by the Mohist school. She thought that she would have her own home.

But now, she thought these, after all, is more distant.

Sitting quietly, a few strands of hair fell down, Yan xiaonuo wry smile, as if a drop, he will be weak.

I don't know how long I sat until a maid knocked on the door carefully and brought me the meal and the medicine.

Yan xiaonuo ate it as usual.

"Has Mo xijue come back yet?"

The maid still shook her head.

Yan xiaonuo sighed and said, "well, bring me the design draft that I didn't finish before."

"Miss Yan, would you like to draw the design?" The maid was very surprised.

It seems that everyone except her knows that she is in bad health.

Yan xiaonuo's voice has a light insistence: "take it, I'm also free."But the maid is quite embarrassed. Mr. Cheng has told Miss Yan not to worry, otherwise

"But I lost my design?" Yan xiaonuo's voice came coldly.

The maid was shocked. "No, Miss Yan!"

God, don't scare her. If you lose Yan xiaonuo's design draft, she still wants to live.

Yan xiaonuo's eyes did not have any joking meaning: "since there is no, then take it."

The maid did not dare to disobey her and went out to ask Cheng Ziyan.

Cheng Ziyan thought for a moment and said, "since she wants it, give it to her."

With his words, the maid did not have any worries and took out the design draft that had not been moved for a long time.

Yan xiaonuo took over the design draft and waved to the maid to step down.

She personally put the design on the easel, the paper that had not been moved for a long time was still a bit old.

As for xiaonuo, she doesn't care. She still remembers that she said to her that she wanted to compete for the German red dot award.

Mo xijue and Cheng Ziyan travel all day, just to prolong their lives.

And she, to do all her strength, also want to give birth to the child, but also to complete their last wish.

It's just that she's very sorry, she's sorry.

When she was tired of drawing, she put down her pen and went to the window sill to have a look at the sunshine outside the window and the paper roses that she and moxie Jue had personally folded in the crystal vase.

Even this red origami rose has such a delicate color.

She didn't feel tired at all.

But drawing is a very exhausting work. In the past, she could paint for most of the day. Now she can only draw for two hours.

Yan xiaonuo felt that there were some flowers in front of him and his pen fell on the ground.

The maid who had been guarding the door heard the news and rushed into the door without any hesitation. She exclaimed to help Yan xiaonuo who had fainted on the bed.

Mo xijue is in Yan xiaonuo fainted after an hour in a hurry to come.

With a bloody atmosphere, he saw the pale and powerless yanxiaonuo on the bed, with his eyes full of anger.

The ladies were shivering.

Cheng Ziyan made a gesture: "you all step back."

There were only three of them left in the master bedroom.

Mo xijue's voice is like a knife edge: "how could she suddenly faint?"

Cheng Ziyan replied faintly: "the consumption of mind is excessive."

"Consuming the mind?" "You told her all these things, and let her draw the Ghost Map and what to do with her temperament!" she said

Cheng Ziyan turned a blind eye to Mo xijue's anger, but said, "you know, because of her temperament."

"I don't want her to have so much pressure," she said

"It's not stupid to talk about xiaonuo." Cheng Ziyan said, "on the contrary, she is a glass person with a crystal heart. Although she refuses to say more, she knows better than anyone else in her heart. You only know that you keep her from her. How can you know that she can't guess the head and tail from guessing, but she has to bear it in silence alone?"

Mo xijue shook her head: "I don't want to hide it from her. I just want her to be happy forever, never have any worries, and live happily under my wings."

Cheng Ziyan was speechless. Any man who didn't want to shield his wife from the wind and rain was worth the price.

The pressure and pain he suffered was hundreds of times more than yanxiaonuo, but he refused to let yanxiaonuo feel these things.

"I'm old." Cheng Ziyan sighed, "ah Jue, after all, she is a patient. Take good care of my daughter."

Mo Xi Jue is silent, black eyes always look at Yan xiaonuo.

With the door closed, he went to Yan xiaonuo's bed, did not go to hold her, nor close to her.

There was a strong smell of blood in him, and she would be suspicious.

Mo xijue went to take a bath, threw away the dirty clothes, and sprinkled the light Magnolia fragrance in the room, her favorite fragrance.

He didn't want to expose his dark and vicious side to Yan xiaonuo. If she knew it was at the price of this, she would not take the antidote even if she held it in front of her.

But he wanted her to live, even if he went to hell and became a devil, he was willing to.

I don't know how long has passed, and Yan xiaonuo wakes up.

In front of his eyes is Mo Xi Jue, who is wearing a beige casual thin shirt and dark trousers, which envelops his domineering and cold air.

His black eyes looked at her like that, but didn't say a word. His thin lips could see that he was not happy.

"Moxi Jue." Yan xiaonuo saw him, soft in the heart of pain, eyes are wet.

Looking at her white tender hand, he could not be hard hearted after all. He stretched out his hand and held her hand. His voice was dull: "why draw a picture?"There was a note of displeasure in his voice, though subdued.

Yan xiaonuo gently opened his mouth: "Mo Xi Jue, do you remember that I told you that I wanted to win the red dot award."

"Now is the time to think about it?" Mo xijue interrupted her words, and the displeasure in her voice was completely released. "Yan xiaonuo, you don't know. If you are like this, you will spend your energy on it."

"It's like wasting my own life." Yan xiaonuo looks at him, the tone is very calm.