Their Intriguing Marriage

Lan Qing sat on the sofa with brocade cloth and leather on one side, quietly watching doctor Du change the dressing for Li Qingning lying on the bed.

Her little face was very pale, without any expression, and seemed very peaceful and unreal.

A few hours ago, her facial features were facing him in an exaggerated combination. Was it fear, disgust, avoidance, or other emotions, or all of them.

The silvery needle was inserted in her thin hand, continuously conveying cool liquid to her body. The cyan blood vessels on the back of her hand were looming, and the blood was running happily, welcoming the liquid constantly pouring in from the outside.

The sun shines on her body, inlaying a layer of Phnom Penh for this little person. Her whole person seems to be a little transparent and even more unreal, just like a Sleeping Princess in a fairy tale.

Lan Qing suddenly remembered when he was young, when his eyelids were heavy, his mother's soft voice lingered in his ears, and the sleeping little princess took root in his mind.

So later, when he grew up, he was still paranoid about the story of his childhood. He always felt that there was always a sleeping little princess of his own, waiting for him to save her in a corner of the world.

Is it a bit of a thrill that the president of Tang Tang Lan has such a little pink obsession?

He lowered his head and a smile crept to his lips.

Dr. Du looked back and saw him like this. He grinned in surprise, shook his head, turned around and adjusted the liquid flow speed for Li Qingning, and walked out of the room quietly.

Lan Qing is still immersed in his own memories. Over the years, there are few times when he can be so quiet.

The last time he was stuck in the memory, he didn't remember when, or he didn't allow his brain to call up the pictures of memories.

Sure enough, the woman's face, the way she nestled in her arms, and the way she would turn around were in his mind.

He had to stand up, looked at the quiet face on the bed, and walked out of the room with a gloomy face.

Feng Chi and Lan Qing have known each other since childhood. Their business contacts have made their feelings closer and closer, even as brothers.

Their family backgrounds are similar, and they all have faces that fascinate all living beings. There are countless women, and they have countless things in common.

Just like at the moment, they are the same, guarding a unconscious woman lying quietly in bed, but their mood is slightly different.

Feng Chi's back to the door of the ward, sitting quietly beside Tang Meng, staring at her wonderful little face.

Hearing the noise outside the ward getting louder and louder, he finally got up and walked to the door. However, he saw the moving people from the small window on the ward door. He had a little foreboding in his heart.

But before he could react in time, he opened the locked door of the ward.

A reporter with a camera and a microphone saw the door open and his face was filled with joy.

Before he had time to close the door, the heads of these ants swarmed in and surrounded him.

"Mr. Feng, can you give us a brief description of Tang Meng?"

"Mr. Feng, why did you bring Tang Meng to the hospital on the night of her accident? Have you and Tang Meng developed into a relationship of girlfriends and girlfriends? "

"Mr. Feng, Tang Meng is still in a coma. What's your mood?"

"Mr. Feng, would you like to help Tang Meng transfer next?"

"Mr. Feng, can you give a brief account of what happened to Tang Meng's fans?"

"Mr. Feng..."

This group of reporters chirped and rushed to throw out their own questions. Feng Chi felt his head buzzing and would explode almost the next second.

"I don't know, I don't know anything," he repeated, frowning as he tugged at the sponge microphone that poked into his face and mouth

The reporters looked at each other, but still did not want to disperse.

Some sharp eyed reporters saw Tang Meng lying on the bed, holding a camera in her window shot.

Feng Chi saw the scene and said, "don't shoot, don't shoot. You are the ones."

But when those entertainment reporters saw Tang Meng, it was like a mouse saw cheese, and his eyes were full of greedy fierce light. They didn't care what he said.

Feng Chi suddenly felt weak all over. Because he didn't close his eyes for a long time and was nervous, he just wanted to close his eyes and ignore everything around him.

He even saw a satisfied smile on God's face and a sly light in his eyes, as if his carefully arranged script was finally performed perfectly and his face was full of complacency.

He suddenly felt that this was punishment for himself. Thinking of this, there was a smile on his face.

When the scene was in a mess, Tang Meng's agent's personal assistant and bodyguard felt the scene and politely "invited" the chattering reporters out of the door.

Her personal assistant seems to be a pure little girl, with a simple horsetail, sitting on the bedside, looking at Tang Meng's bloodless face, the crystal liquid in her eyes suddenly fell off.

The agent looked very experienced, with short hair and red lips. He looked smart on Feng Chi's face. He looked up and down at the slightly haggard man in front of him.

Feng Chi even felt that her eyes were like penetrating X-rays. If she continued to scan like this, she was afraid that the color and style of her pants were in her eyes.

So he coughed two times with an unnatural look, and moved his stiff body.

The agent said, "it's Feng Shao. I've heard so much about you, Zhong huini."

Then he stretched out a well-defined, looks very like a man's hand.

Feng Chi hesitated for a moment, but he held out his hand and shook her gently, looking at her in surprise.

She had a calm look on her face, as if the woman lying on the bed had nothing to do with her.

For a moment, Tang Meng didn't wake up yet, and the atmosphere in the ward was very awkward. So the agent said to Feng Chi, "can I ask Mr. Feng if I know what happened to Tang Meng in our family?"

Finally, what should come will come. Feng Chi licked his dry lips, but he didn't know how to say it.

In front of him, the woman didn't seem to leave any room for him to speak. The corners of her mouth rose gently, as if she were saying something pleasant

"No matter how it happened, Tang Meng was with you, Mr. Feng. It's worth exploring."

She put her arms in her arms and her chin in one hand. She thought, "well, I'm afraid Mr. Feng can't get away with it."