Their Intriguing Marriage

After a few seconds, as if to hear her call, Feng Yifei's eyelids moved, weakly opened a little, canthus exuded a little muddy tears, gradually, gathered into a Zheng drop of tears, winding down in his wrinkles.

His lips looked very dry and were opening and closing slightly, as if saying something.

Li Qingning stood up and approached him. He put his ear to his mouth to hear what he said

"Lansheng... Called Lansheng... Very good... Qingning... Don't cry... Smile..." he seemed to use all his strength, raised his hand, gently stroked her soft hair, "to strive for happiness..."

She held his hand, tried to squeeze out a smile and nodded, but the tears still kept falling, "Lansheng, Lansheng is very good, Dad, I will tell the child that his name was given to him by his grandfather..."

"Feng Chi..." his eyes slowly turned to one side, and his eyes were red as if he had been in a swimming pool for several days and nights.

Feng Chi rushed to the bed, leaned down and said, "Dad, what do you have to say..." he said, a tear seeped out of his eyes and hit his father's dry face.

"Take care of... Take care of Qingning... Keep the house sealed..."

The sun shining in from the window is brilliant gold, warm to wrap the people in the ward. After Feng Yifei finished, his lips slowly showed a gentle smile, with a layer of golden light.

Li Qingning held his hand tightly all the time. Two lines of tears kept falling from her cheek, reflecting colorful light in the sun and dripping on the snow-white sheet.

A few minutes later, with Feng Yifei's warm and soft smile at the corner of his mouth, the weak curve on the heartbeat detector turned into a long straight line without fluctuation.

Then he closed his eyes contentedly.

Li Qingning completely cried, kneeling beside the bed, like a lost little girl, crying so helpless, heartbreaking.

One side of aunt Xu directly cried shock in the past, Feng Chi stood up, red eyes and nurses together to carry aunt Xu to another bed.

"Qingning..." Lan Qing's eyes were full of heartache, and his voice was low and painful. He strode to her side, helped her up, hugged her in his arms, and patted her back gently.

At the funeral, Li Qingning's stomach had become bigger, and she was wearing a special custom-made black dress. The whole person was full of warmth and sadness. But there was always a faint smile on her face, because she remembered that her father told him to smile before he died.

The scale of the funeral was not too big. Most of the people present were close friends and relatives, as well as several very good partners before Feng Yifei died.

The women on the scene are all wearing black dresses, but men don't seem so relaxed. In the hot sun, the black suits wrapped around their bodies are like a small melting pot, wrapping their lives, until the forehead and nose exude fine sweat beads.

Feng Chi and his wife, aunt Xu, stand on both sides of the mausoleum to greet the guests. The expressions on their faces all seem to be a little numb. Maybe the sadness in recent days has made their face muscles stiff, but they are still shrouded in great sadness.

Not long after the funeral, one afternoon, Lan Qing was in his study dealing with his official business. Li Qingning was browsing through the picture album on the sofa beside him. All of a sudden, a burst of abdominal pain kept attacking her, and more and more intensive.

She frowned and covered her big enough belly, and the picture book on her knee fell to the ground heavily. After Lan Qing raised her head, what she saw was her twisted face because of pain.

"Qingning!" He quickly ran to her side, crying in a low voice, looking at her stomach, always calm and calm, he suddenly became panicked and didn't know what to do.

She bowed, her voice seemed to squeeze out of her throat, and she called out in a low voice: "go to the hospital..."

Although she has produced for the second time, Lanqing is the first time to deal with such a scene, and it is inevitable that she is at a loss. After hearing her words, he regained his mind and repeated to himself, "Oh, yes, go to the hospital..." then he quickly turned around and called for the housekeeper

The snow-white ceiling is full of disinfectant breath. When Li Qingning regains consciousness again, he finds that he has arrived at the hospital, and Lan Qing holds her hand tightly all the time. His eyes are full of pain, as if he was the one who was in pain at the moment.

The warmth of his palm came into her heart through a little bit, which made her feel at ease a little bit.

Before entering the delivery room, she heard vaguely: "Mr. LAN, you can allow a family member to accompany the delivery. Do you want to go in?"

She didn't hear his answer, but in a trance, she was pushed into the delivery room. He held his hand all the time and kept whispering in her ear to comfort her.

"Qingning, don't be afraid, I've been by your side... Don't be afraid..." he held her hand tightly, as if to inject his whole body strength into her body. In fact, she could feel that his palms were getting wet and shaking, and his voice was hoarse and excited.

Soon, the huge pain from her abdomen was like several trucks running over her abdomen in turn, which made her pay no attention to the comfort of his soft words. She only paid attention to the doctor and kept exerting herself under the command of the doctor, but the huge pain seemed to exhaust all her strength, Sweat now has soaked her clothes and hair, keep sliding down her forehead.

She is still trying to cooperate with the doctor's words, biting her teeth hard, but seeing her strength exhausted little by little, it seems that there is no progress at all. The pain under her body began to become more and more intense. She couldn't help crying out and whispered, "I'm not going to have a baby, I'm not going to have a baby... It's so painful..."

Lan Qing touched her head, brushed the sweat from her forehead and said, "come on, baby, come on... You can..."

Li Qingning had no strength, but after hearing what he said, he couldn't help crying and saying: "it's all your fault. It makes me pregnant... It hurts... It hurts..." just like a little girl with a bad temper.

He quickly nodded, repeatedly promised: "OK, it's all my fault, it's all my fault... I'll let you fight... Can you use your strength again? We'll see the baby soon... "

She bit her teeth as if she had exhausted her last strength in her life. With a low roar from her throat, the doctor said in surprise: "the baby's head has come out... Come on, use some more strength..."

Before long, a burst of breath full of baby crying sound into the ear, she finally a long sigh of relief, suddenly feel some wet corner of the eye, tears from the cheek.