Their Intriguing Marriage

When Lan Qing appeared in the hospital, the hanging bottle on Li Qingning's head was half down. The painkillers in the medicine made her feel better, and her haggard face gradually recovered a little bit.

He walked quickly in the hospital, his eyes around him, looking for her in the crowd.

Finally, a small quiet figure lit up the light in his eyes.

Li Qingning's hand holding the needle was on his side, and the other hand was holding a cartoon paper cup. He sat there quietly with his head down.

In the noisy environment of the hospital, it is particularly conspicuous, like a secluded orchid.

I don't know why, she has this kind of magic that can make people feel calm in a moment.

Lan Qing slightly adjusted his breath, hung up his normally expressionless face, and pretended to walk calmly towards the woman in the chair.

He sat beside Li Qingning with no hair at all, and his sudden action really surprised Li Qingning who was immersed in thinking.

She opened her eyes wide and asked, "Mr. LAN, why are you here?"

He was dissatisfied with her words, frowned and said in a deep voice: "do you call me Mr. LAN?"

"Lan Qing." Her expression was extremely unnatural and she hastened to correct what she had just said.

"Li Qingning, I have always been curious... Are you a pig?" He looked at the front indifferently and opened his thin lips lightly, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

"Ha?" She doesn't believe her ears. Is he kidding her?

Indeed, she finally began to realize that in front of Lan Qing, she was just a fool, and he was the two mountains of Wangwu Taihang. Even if she worked hard all her life, she would never know what the man was thinking.

Even if she spent all her life learning mathematical formula, of course, when she went to school, her mathematics was not bad, but she still couldn't figure out his way of doing things.

In front of him, she will always be unprepared.

He lowered his eyelashes and naturally looked at a place under his feet, as if talking to her, but more, as if talking to himself.

"When your stomach is a trash can? Can't you refuse if you can't eat it? Don't you know that your body has just recovered? "

His series of problems, like mortars, bombarded her nervous system, which was actually very fragile at the moment. Naturally, Li Qingning's brain crashed directly.

She really can't judge whether the series of exclamations that sound like interrogative sentences are questions or accusations.

So he just hung his head like a child who did something wrong, looking pitiful and innocent.

For a long time, she felt as if she had fallen asleep, quietly without any response.

Lan Qing quietly raised his head, with his unchanging white paper like indifferent face, looked at the bottle that was about to be hung, thought about it seriously, stood up, grabbed the infusion bottle, and with the other hand picked up Li Qingning, who was sitting there, and said: "go to the ward."

She quickly refused to say: "no, it's almost over. I have to go back to work..."

Before he finished, he was dragged to the VIP ward on the 10th floor of the hospital.

When the elevator opens slowly on the 10th floor, what appears in front of them is completely different from the bustling scene of the hall on the first floor.

The environment here is quiet, the corridor is spacious and open, there are no crowded patients, and it is not like the outpatient service on the first floor hall. We share the pathogenic factors carried by ourselves.

There are many pleasant green plants all over the place. Li Qingning, who is pulled by Lan Qing, is a little surprised. He can't take time to look at the paradise in this hospital.

She even saw artificial rockery and gurgling water, with several sets of rattan tables and chairs on one side and exquisite porcelain on top.

The nurses who come and go are not as fierce as those in the first floor. Most of them look very young, with collagen on their faces and sweet smiles. It seems that they have really come to heaven, but it is not because of their spotless white clothes.

Everywhere Lan Qing goes, everyone who passes by will nod respectfully in their direction. This makes Li Qingning suddenly remember an Aesop fable he learned in primary school.

He held the bottle in one hand and held her wrist tightly in the other. That kind of action, coupled with the cold expression on his lips, suddenly reminded her of the warrior who sacrificed his life to blow up the blockhouse in the Anti Japanese war film.

The picture was so beautiful that she couldn't help laughing.

Lan Qing turned his head, cold eyes with a trace of doubt, looking at the woman behind that giggle.

If it wasn't for her gastrointestinal disease, he really suspected that the woman had been burned out.

When he saw this, Li Qingning immediately stopped the smile on his face and walked around him with his head down.

However, she forgot that her hanging bottle was still in the man's hand, so she took it for granted, after she didn't walk out a few steps, "ah", the needle stuck with medical adhesive tape on her hand was pulled out by her, and a few bloodstains oozed from the back of white flower's hand.

He raised his hand slightly to help his forehead, looking very headache. This woman's way of death is really better than blue.

But two seconds later, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed Li Qingning, who was stunned there, and walked quickly towards the ward like a little white rabbit.

With a smile, the nurse tied up the infusion needle for Li Qingning, who was thrown on the bed. Then she got up and looked respectfully at Lan Qing. She slightly owed her body and said, "Mr. LAN, I've already dealt with it for Miss Li. If anything happens, press the call at the head of the bed, and we'll come to serve you right away."

When I went out, I closed the door gently. I looked very gentle.

In this abominable society, I'm afraid that money can make ghosts work. It should be changed to "money can turn white demons into angels".

Li Qingning lies there, looking at the ceiling and thinking silently, but does not notice the change in her eyes.

Time was ticking away. Just in the hall, she didn't feel lonely, but now she suddenly felt that time seemed to have been pushed by someone. Even the liquid in the dropper had to shake several times before dropping.

She simply closed her eyes and felt the cool liquid slowly enter her body, and then rush merrily in her blood vessels.

The world seemed to be quiet. She seemed to be able to hear Lan Qing breathing steadily beside him, even the sound of his heart beating forcefully in his chest.

She couldn't pretend to be asleep any more. After all, she felt that the muscles on her face were going to be stiff, so she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Lan Qing sitting on the sofa. Unexpectedly, she was facing him and staring at her with deep eyes.