Their Intriguing Marriage

At first, Feng Chi kept telling himself to be calm and to control his emotions. But gradually, aunt Xu was crying in a low voice. All his senses seemed to be closed, and his whole blood was going up. The whole world was roaring, and nothing else could be heard.

He suddenly "Teng" to stand up, a lift doctor's collar, eyes stare round, eyes covered with red blood, face looks a bit ferocious.

"You mean my dad can't be saved, can you?" His voice was low and full of oppression, and his whole body was full of cold anger.

Aunt Xu pulled his sleeve behind him and said, "Xiao Chi, don't get excited... Don't get excited..."

The doctor reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His face turned red and said, "Mr. Feng, please calm down. I'm objectively analyzing the current situation for you..."

But Feng Chi's hand holding his collar was even tighter. He said in a low voice, "I don't want a damn analysis. I just want my father to live well. Do you understand me? With the best medicine, the best doctor, we can pay as much as we want. "

"Let him go!" The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and then Lan Qing's calm face appeared in their line of sight, forming a sharp contrast with Feng Chi.

Feng Chi turned his head and looked at him in a daze. He really let go of his hand gradually. The original emotion was like a basin of cold water, which calmed down slowly.

The whole office fell into an unusual silence. The doctor loosened his collar and looked at Feng Chi anxiously.

At last, Lan Qing broke the silence. "Qingning is not in good health. I'll take a look for her. It's useless for you to be excited. If you have any problems, try to solve them." With that, he sat opposite the doctor's desk.

Although she has been staying at home, Li Qingning's heart has already flown to the hospital. She often stands quietly in front of the window and looks out of the window. She doesn't know how to eat and can't sleep. She looks thinner. Her eyes are dark and exude a weak light, which supports her.

After Lan Qing returned home, she quickly met him, took his arm and asked eagerly, "what's the matter?"

Looking at the haggard look on her face, his eyes were full of heartache. He reached out and shook her hand and said, "OK, it's stable. Where's sissy?"

"Sissy went up to have a rest after lunch. The teacher was with her." Li Qingning suspiciously let go of her sleeve hand and said softly.

Lan Qing stretched out her hand over her shoulder and said, "when I was away, didn't I have a good meal? How can you do that? The baby will be hungry. "

"I'm sorry..." she dropped her eyes and said softly, "I'm just a little worried, so I can't eat..."

He rubbed her shoulder painfully and said, "I haven't had lunch yet. Would you like to have more with me?"

She raised her head, looked at his calm and soft eyes like a lake, nodded gently, and walked towards the kitchen with his steps.

The servant put the stewed seafood porridge and some light dishes on the table, and then walked out. Since Li Qingning became pregnant, the dishes at home have become like this, light and healthy, but not monotonous.

In order to let her have a good meal, Lan Qing almost keeps eating every meal with her. Whenever he looks at her eating all the food in the bowl, he will smile like a child.

He picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl in front of him, gently scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it on his mouth and gently blew it. Then he came to her mouth. Whenever he saw her drink it, the smile at the corner of his mouth would deepen.

Li Qingning drank a whole bowl of seafood porridge in this way. Lan Qing's eyes looked bright and full of a sense of achievement. She was as happy as a parent who saw her child grow up. She imprinted a loud kiss on her cheek.

She turned her head to look at the look on his face. The dark clouds in her heart could not help but disperse a lot. Slowly, it cleared up, and her face began to smile.

He put the bowl aside, stretched out the index fingers of his two hands, gently pulled up a beautiful arc of her mouth, and said: "that's right. You should laugh often. If the baby feels that his mother is not happy, he will be sad. After he was born, he will be very ugly. You don't want our baby to be ugly, right?"

The smile in Li Qingning's eyes deepened and he nodded gently.

Lan Qing tilted his head to think about it, and said: "but it seems impossible, right? After all, he has such a handsome father.

When Li Qingning grinding Lanqing came to Fengjia villa, just get off the car, she pushed the door open, can't wait to rush into the villa.

Feng Yifei looks very weak, sitting in a wheelchair with a bottle on his head. After seeing her coming in, he showed a faint smile on his face and nodded to her to show her the way.

She stepped forward and saw the childlike joy in his eyes.

"Qingning... You're here..." she sat down beside him and saw that he stretched out his hand to her. She quickly reached out and held his big withered hand, nodded her head and said, "well, Dad, I'm sorry I'm late. I was not in good health before. The doctor advised me not to go to the hospital..."

Before she finished, Feng Yifei nodded and said, "OK, OK, ok..." he repeated several times. Then his eyes slowly moved to Lan Qing behind her and said, "Lan Shao takes good care of you, so I can rest assured..."

Li Qingning suddenly had a sour nose, but he resisted the strong impulse to cry. He tried to pull out a smile and said, "Dad, are you not obedient? You should take good care of your body. After Lan Qing and I are born, we need you to name him... "

Feng Yifei nodded slowly, closed his eyes slightly, and said with a satisfied smile: "OK, name... Name... Let dad think about it... Dad still wants to hold my grandson..."

"Well, yes, he still has a lot of things to teach him..." Li Qingning clenched his hand as if he had exhausted all his strength, as if he was afraid that once he let go, he would never be able to hold this warm hand called father's.

Looking at him trying to pretend to be good, Li Qingning holds his hand. His throat seems to be choked with sour, and he can't say a word.

"Qingning... Don't worry... Dad is OK..."

Feng Yifei's fingers clenched her hard. His eyelids seemed to be pressed by a heavy weight and closed more tightly. His voice was intermittent. After that, he seemed to fall asleep again. He tilted his head sideways in the wheelchair, as if he had been supporting strongly until her arrival.

His fingers slowly and powerlessly release her, instant old face without a little angry.