Young Master's NO.1 Warm Wife

Zheng congshuang directly ordered the guest to leave.

In front of the full room of teachers, Tang Jing couldn't save face and begged her again. She had to put down her water cup bitterly, got up, took her things and left.

Outside the door, Wen Qianzheng leaned back against the wall and waited with his head down, his toes touching the ground.

Hearing that the door of the office was opened from the inside, she immediately walked over with expectation on her face.

But when Wen Qian approached and saw what Tang Jing didn't send out in her hand, her little face collapsed in an instant, "I still want to apologize, right?"

Tang Jing looked at Wen Qian apologetically. To tell the truth, "your teacher insisted that Wen Ning come to her."

Warm shallow eyes raised a raging anger. She wanted to get angry, but she didn't dare to get angry in the academic affairs building, so she walked out with an iron blue face.

Tang Jing carried things in both hands and hurriedly followed her.

After walking out of the educational administration building, Wen Qian finally stopped, turned to Tang Jing and shouted, "if she wants equity, you can give it to her. As long as you don't divorce your uncle, don't you have all the money of the Wen family! I don't want to apologize to Wen Ning in public, I'll die!"

Even if she was yelled by her daughter, Tang Jing didn't blame Wenqian at all. Instead, she felt very guilty for her.

"You are still young and don't know the importance of money. These things in school are only minor, but the equity and property we inherit are not small."

Speaking of this, Tang Jing's eyes became fierce and resolute. "With equity in hand, are you afraid you can't clean up Wenning when your uncle dies?"

"But, but..." Wen Qian cried anxiously.

She knew what her mother said was reasonable, but she was also worried that she would be rejected and excluded by her classmates after apologizing.

Just as she was about to go on, the mobile phone in Tang Jing's bag rang.

Tang Jingrou comforted her, took out her cell phone from her bag and answered the phone.

I don't know what the person on the other side of the phone said. Tang Jing brightened her eyes, glanced at Wen excitedly, and promised, "no problem, no problem. I can go to the company in about half an hour... OK, see you at the company."

After hanging up, Tang Jing stuffed all the gift boxes into Wen Qian's hand.

"Mom has something to do. You have to hurry to the company. You give these food to your classmates and be generous to your classmates. They will help you speak for you in the future."

Tang Jing said, took out the car key directly, walked quickly to the side of the car, and drove away.

With Tang Jing's departure, Wen Qian thought of those girls talking about her behind her back, and his mood completely collapsed.

"Money, you know money, don't care about me!"

After venting and crying to the trash can, Wen Qian threw all the things in his hand, took the exit cover from his bag with red and swollen eyes, put it on, and took a taxi home.

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Waiting is painful.

For two hours outside the operating room, Wenning was like a year.

Suddenly, the door of the operating room was fiercely opened from inside.

Wenning almost got up and ran over like a conditioned reflex.

Wearing a mask, the nurse with blood on her hands appeared at the door in a panic. She shouted to the staff outside the door, "cancer patients are bleeding. Go to the blood room to get blood bags. The more, the better!"

Wenning only felt his scalp numb.

In the operation practice class, the teacher said that the patient's massive bleeding during the operation is an accident. Generally, it is necessary to stop bleeding before continuing the operation.

"Will life be in danger?"

"The doctor will handle it, and the family members just need to wait patiently." the nurse was sweating, but she patiently comforted Wen Ning.

Wenning knew what he was asking now, just to increase her psychological burden, so he didn't open his mouth and looked up into the operating room.

But there was a folding screen at the door of the operating room, and she didn't see anything.

Soon a little nurse came running with a blood bag.

When the door of the operating room was closed again, silence returned to the operating room.

Time goes by minute by second.

Until a shadow came down from the top of his head, Wenning raised his head.

When she saw Lu Yeqing's handsome face, she said in surprise, "you, why are you here?"

"Aunt Bai is dying. The hospital informed me to see her for the last time."

When he spoke, his eyes were light, and he couldn't see his mood, but he didn't know why, but Wen Ning felt that he was in a very low mood now.

He's sad.

Wenning thought and comforted him, "aunt Yao has been suffering from illness all year round. Maybe now it's a relief for her. As long as we remember aunt Yao, she will always be by our side."

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered her mother.

It has been six years since my mother died.

"I hope so." Lu Yeqing's voice was flat. He looked away and looked at the door of the operating room.

In this heavy atmosphere, Wenning didn't speak again.

The four-year house arrest in her previous life taught her a truth that happiness can belong to a group of people, but pain and sadness are only her own, and no amount of comfort from others is useless.

After dark, the green light finally lit up on the door of the operating room.

Wen Ning followed behind Lu Yeqing.

Wen Zhenhua was pushed out first. Because he had just finished the operation and the situation was still unstable, he could only be sent to the ICU for observation temporarily. Only after passing the dangerous period can he be transferred back to the general ward.

Yao Qiubai was pushed out by covering with white cloth.

In the end, she still couldn't wait to see Lu Yeqing for the last time.

Therefore, what Yao Qiubai said to Wen Ning before entering the operating room became her last words.

Yi Yangcheng looked at Lu Yeqing and said in a tired voice, "Ms. Yao was bleeding during the operation. She insisted on her body and wanted to see you for the last time, but her physical condition is really too bad. It's a miracle to stick to the end of the operation. I'm sorry."

Wenning knew that Aunt Yao insisted until the end of the operation in order to fulfill her promise.

Her heart is like a knife.

Yi Yangcheng took off his mask and turned to see Wen Ning.

"Your father's operation was very successful. First observe for one night. If there is no accident, he can return to the general ward tomorrow."

Because of Yao Qiubai's death, the news of Wen Zhenhua's successful operation is also particularly heavy.

Wenning's excited eyes twinkled with tears.

The joy of saving my father and the grief after the death of my father in the previous life poured into my heart.

In the midst of grief and anger, Wen Ning was black and fell to the ground.

Almost conditioned, Lu Yeqing reached out and caught her.

Yi Yangcheng looked at Wen Ning and suddenly said, "I'm not old, but I carry a lot of things on my shoulders."

"What?" Lu Yeqing looked back at him.

Yi Yangcheng looked at Lu Yeqing and raised his mouth. "Don't you think Wen Ning doesn't look like a girl of her age. She seems to have a lot of things in her heart."

Lu Yeqing's indifferent eyes fell back to Wen Ning's face. He said slowly, "it's not like it."

When Wenning woke up.

A slight tingling cold feeling came from the arm.