430 I will accompany you to the end of your future!7

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Morning.

Leng Ye moved his office to the ward of the hospital, with a table and a chair, sitting on the edge of the bed to deal with official business.

Tong Lu woke up from her sleep, opened her hazy and fluffy sleepy eyes, and saw a tall man, the room was full of his breath, she was stunned for a few seconds, rubbed her eyes to wake herself up for a while, she was awakened by urine, and she got up with her weak body and wanted to go to the toilet.

Before her feet landed, the whole person was picked up, and Leng Yejin looked down at her from top to bottom: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Go to the bathroom."

He picked her up with her long legs and took a step, but Tong Lu pushed him weakly: "No, I'll go by myself, you can do your own business." ”

She has to go to her bag to get a tampon before she can go to the toilet, this kind of private thing is not good to talk to men, and she doesn't want to be watched every move.

Her attitude of refusal was very obvious, and a trace of loss crossed her heart in the cold night, and she was silent for a moment and put her back on the bed, leaned over, condescended, put the slippers within reach of her feet, and returned to the chair to handle official business.

Yu Yan was distressed and locked her thin and weak figure, a man with a weak heart, his eyes were ruthless, and his eyes were full of gloom and sadness.

Tong Lu felt that there was a gaze locked on her behind her, which made her super uncomfortable, hiding the sight of Leng Yejin, took a sanitary napkin, and hurriedly walked into the bathroom, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

I cleaned myself up in the bathroom for a while, washed my face and brushed my teeth, and then returned to the ward for a long time and lay down.

The hospital bed has been raised, Leng Yejin is sitting at the head of the bed with a bowl of fish porridge, Tong Lu stretched out her hand to take the bowl, Leng Yejin was silent, holding her face expressionlessly, and the gesture of feeding her was too obvious to resist.

Neither spoke.

The atmosphere in the room, surprisingly quiet.

One feeds, one eats;

One has a weak heart because he tortured her to the hospital, but he is annoyed by her intimacy with Yanshuo, and his emotions are complicated;

One didn't want to speak because he knew that he was tired and tired, and he was cut off from his financial resources, and he said in his heart that he was out of breath and impossible;

After drinking a bowl of fish porridge, Leng Ye picked up a napkin, wiped it gently along the corner of her mouth, and took care of it gently, the action was not ambiguous, and she took care of it simply, but the atmosphere was imprinted in the eyes of the president's wife who pushed the door in, but it was like an ambiguous time when the love was deeply rooted.

The president's wife paused, Secretary Yu coughed lightly beside her, Leng Yejin looked naturally tilted, picked up the water that had been prepared on the table, handed it to Tong Lu's hand, and asked her to drink.

Then he got up, walked back to the office chair, sat down, and continued to deal with official business calmly.

Tong Lu took a sip of water and looked up: "Mother-in-law." ”

"What's going on, sick like this?"

"It's okay, it's just that the weather is getting freezing."

The president's wife's eyes swept back and forth on the faces of the youngest son and eldest daughter-in-law, their expressions were too natural, there was no weakness or anything else, but there seemed to be a small gap between the two.

Someone brought a chair, and the president's wife sat at the head of the bed and held her hand: "Let you live in the presidential palace, but you promise to live outside every day, you can't take care of yourself alone, and now you are sick like this, Shanshan knows that she has to cry." ”

Tong Lu smiled lightly, didn't answer, and took another sip of water.

Leng Ye flipped through the documents, and didn't look at them with a weak heart, after all, he was the one who didn't allow her to live in the presidential palace; He was the one who forced her to live in an apartment.