C7 Recurrent Illness

"Director Ji, why have you come?" I've let you see a joke. " Wen Yuan immediately stood up and pulled out his chair to please her.

Chen Qiran immediately poured wine into a new cup. "Director Ji, please have a drink."

Liu Xiang had seen the world, so he had long since put down his hand that was grabbing Wen Xiaoru's ear.

"Ha!" "The man only uttered a single sentence, and the other four people present could hear his coldness and anger." "It seems like I don't want to do business anymore!" Without another word, Ji Lianchen pulled the grieving woman out of the chair and left.

Wen Xiaoru, who had been dragged out by Ji Lianchen, felt an inexplicable sense of relief. She could no longer stay at the dining table.

His mother had abandoned him, or rather hated him.

Perhaps he was a lost star, and should die. But he couldn't bear to part with his life! She couldn't bear to see her brother save her. She had to live on, Wen Xiaoru. I have my own career. Just put yourself in the business.

Wen Xiaoru was pulled into the passenger seat, and Ji Lian bent down to fasten the seat belt.

Breathing lightly on Wen Xiaoru's face, the fragrance of the ancient dragon water enveloped her.

Wen Xiaoru woke up with a start and held her breath when she saw the man's face so close to her.

It was unknown who's heart was in disorder.

"Thank you!" Wen Xiaoru whispered.

"Sit down."

"I really appreciate your help, but …" Generally speaking, turning the tables wouldn't be good news.

"Shut up!"

Wen Xiaoru tactfully shut her mouth. After a while she asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"My house."

"Let me get off here."

"Where to?" asked Ji Lianchen dryly.

"I …" To the hotel, of course.

"Don't worry, I'm the only one in my house." Ji Lianchen pursed his lips, suppressing the smile on his face.

This was what he was worried about. Other than his own body, why would he help her like this?!

Glancing at the nervous little woman, Ji Lianchen sneered.

"What is it? You want me to fuck you? " A deep sound like a cello.

"No, no." As Wen Xiaoru stuttered, her heart palpitated as memories of that night flooded her mind.

"I'm just lending you a sofa to sleep on." Ji Lianchen was very satisfied with the results he had created.

Silence reigned in the car.

Du du...

Ji Lianchen's cell phone rang.

"Mr. Ji, I'm sorry to disturb you this evening. The patient you paid for the medicine last time was critically ill and could not contact his sister for the time being. "I didn't know you …"

Before the doctor could finish, Ji Lianchen interrupted, "I'll be right there."

Wen Xiaoru's face paled, and she clenched her fists tightly as her body trembled. Ji Lianchen answered the phone with no mention, and Wen Xiaoru knew that he was talking about her brother. His phone was soaked.

Panic, fear, brother...

"I'm afraid. I'm here." Ji Lianchen was stunned for a moment after he finished his sentence. He really couldn't say such emotional words.

"Please, hurry, take me to the hospital." His voice trembled.

"Alright." Ji Lianchen accelerated, the black BMW Mercedes, illegal photo card taking. Obviously, the speed was too fast, exceeding the speed limit.

It was just that the traffic police did not stop them at night.

Once they arrived at the hospital, Wen Xiaoru drove the car madly. Pushing open the ward, Wen Xiaoru kneeled down before the doctor. Doctor! "Save my brother."

A doctor in a white coat held Wen Xiaoru's hand. "Hurry and get up. You can operate on her, but the risk is very high."

"My son!" Liu Xiang cried as she charged into the ward. Her hair was in a mess and she looked like she'd just crawled out of bed.

"Doctor! Save my son! " Liu Xiang pulled on the doctor's white coat with a face full of rage …

"Relatives of patients, please calm down!" A nurse came over to comfort him.

Liu Xiang flung his hand away. "How can you make me calm down!?" It's not your son. " The nurse stumbled.

"Quiet!" said Ji Lianchen, who had stopped the car.

The doctor told the patient's mother that the risk of surgery was high, but if he didn't perform the surgery, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to survive the night.

Liu Xiang seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. Her eyes were lifeless as she blankly let go of the hand that was holding onto the white coat.

"Mom, do the surgery."

"At least there's a chance for them to survive."

Liu Xiang suddenly went crazy and wanted to kick Wen Xiaoru.

"You jinx!" "Scourge!"

Wen Xiaoru was pulled up by an arm and fell into Ji Chen's arms, dodging Liu Xiang's crazed kick.

"Mom!" Wen Xiaoru shouted.

"Let's do the operation."

Liu Xiang slid down to the ground as if his strength was taken from him. He covered his face with his hand and said with a choked voice, "Doctor, let's do the surgery."

"Hurry up and prepare." At Dr. Zhou's command, the nurse rushed to the emergency room to prepare the surgical instruments.

"Please sign your name and pay at the payment office."

"The contract was signed and the order was taken away by Ji Lianchen." "I'll go."

"Thank you." Wen Xiaoru would return all of this. Repay kindness. Wen Xiaoru understood.

Three in the morning at the emergency room entrance. Five hours passed. A red light was still on in the emergency room.

The doctor had just come out of the emergency room. Wen Xiaoru and Liu Xiang surrounded him.

"The patient is safe." The two of them relaxed their tense bodies. This was the joy of being reborn after a calamity.

"Ji Lianchen, you... "Let's go back." Wen Xiaoru looked at Ji Chen, who was sitting on a blue chair with her, waiting for the news of the operation.

"I will repay you." Wen Xiaoru bowed. The money will pay you back. However, it might take a few years. I'll pay it off as soon as I can. "

The smell of the hospital disinfectant made Ji Lianchen uncomfortable. He, who was obsessed with cleanliness, really felt very uncomfortable. Wen Xiaoru was aware of this fact. Thus, he urged the other party to leave.

"Call me if you need anything." Ji Lianchen gave him another private number and left.

Wen Xiaoru stayed with her brother all night.

The next morning, Liu Xiang stayed with his son, Wen Xiaoru washed her face and went to work, so that Chen Qiran wouldn't use some tricks to expel her.

The morning was calm. Chen Qiran didn't go and find trouble with Wen Xiaoran. However, he did manage to get the company to start whispering to each other. He was probably talking about how shameless Wen Xiaoran was to get out of the company.

Ru Ge Design Co., Ltd. Wen Xiaoru is the Director of Design. Work is harsh and terrible, the ability to work is amazing, work hard and can be designed for a few nights in a row.

Wen Xiaoru ignored the gossip and focused on her work, drawing her script.

"Let's have a meal together?" Chen Qiran entered Wen Xiaoran's office.

She didn't know what kind of tricks the other party was playing, but Wen Xiaoru wanted to know the other party's situation as well. He agreed.

The car was parked in a restaurant a little way from the company.

"Honey!" The little lover, dressed splendidly, ran over to hold Chen Qiran's hand and raised an eyebrow at Wen Xiaoran.

Demonstration?

How laughable, he had no interest in this disgusting man now.

"Speak, let's eat at the same table as you guys …" Wen Xiaoru deliberately paused. "Evil! "Heart!"

"You!" Little San wanted to teach someone a lesson. It was held back by Chen Qiran.

"Sign it!" The two divorce papers were pressed down on Wen Xiaoru's table.

On the divorce agreement, Chen Qiran's name had already been signed.

"Oh? Sure. Give me my share of the property. " Wen Xiaoran hugged her chest and looked at Chen Qiran. She did not sign.

"Don't even think about it! You shameless woman. Other men want to split their property. You should go clean up and leave your home! " Chen Qiran said fiercely.

This was so disgusting, who was the one who cheated?! He wasn't the one who wanted to hire a male prostitute on his wedding night.

Wen Xiaoru was disgusted by the other party's shamelessness.

"Then I won't sign!" Wen Xiaoru stood up and left. Chen Qiran stood up angrily. He grabbed Wen Xiaoran and raised his hand to slap her.

"It's not a gentleman's thing to do with a lady." A voice as warm as jade echoed on Wen Xiaoru's head.

Wen Xiaoru could only see the hand that had extended from her ear to firmly grasp Chen Qiran's hand. Long and fair with distinct knuckles.

The hand of art.