Not long after, Secretary Song came over to deliver the materials, and before going out, Gu Nanqiao instructed, "Secretary Song, help me clean up the trash can." ”

Secretary Song nodded in response, "Okay, Mr. Gu." ”

She tossed away a few crumpled crumples of paper on her desk, then picked up a garbage bag to walk out.

Gu Nanqiao looked at the figure she was about to go out, and at the last moment, for some reason, suddenly the ghost shouted, "Wait." ”

Secretary Song stopped and turned around, "Mr. Gu, is there anything else?" ”

Gu Nanqiao pulled out a chair and stood up, walked over in three or two steps, reached out and rummaged inside, under a few pieces of shredded paper, the box of ointment was lying there quietly.

She picked it up again, turned around and turned her back, "It's okay, let's get out." ”

……

Following.

Early in the morning, Fu Lingfeng was "escorted" to the hospital by Fu Bonian.

As soon as the two of them walked to the door of Qin Jiaran's ward, they saw two nurses walking out of it.

The two talked as they walked, "She is not in a good condition now, she is very confused, and as soon as she opens her eyes, she shouts that she wants to see the child." ”

"Well, I don't know when it will get better."

When Fu Bonian heard this, his face changed suddenly, and he glanced at his son, "Look at what you did!" ”

Fu Lingfeng just came back from a business trip, and just got home after getting off the plane this morning, he was forced to come to this place before he could rest, and he was bored at this time, "Dad, I didn't expect her to be like this." ”

What happened to him recently has not been good, first Gu Nanqiao insisted on divorce and tirelessly urged him, and then Qin Jiaran had this incident, and he was almost annoyed.

Fu Bonian glared at him, and then urged him in.

As soon as he entered, Qin Jiaran's faint murmur came from inside, "My child...... Go, don't hurt my children......"

Fu Ling's cover color changed slightly, but the taste in his heart was complicated and indescribable.

Qin Jiaran was lying quietly on the hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, and there was a nurse inside who had not left and was injecting her with diazepam.

After the injection, it took a while for her mood to regain her composure.

Qin Jiaran opened her eyes, and Fu Lingfeng's figure was reflected in her eyes, and the tears she had finally stopped suddenly slipped down unscrupulously.

"Ling Feng ......" she struggled as if she wanted to sit up, and the nurse on the side hurriedly stopped her movements, "You are still very weak now, and you can't move." ”

Qin Jiaran was at a loss, but couldn't help crying, "Ling Feng...... Save our children...... I don't want to lose him, I don't want to lose ......"

Fu Lingfeng stood still, his steps as if he had taken root.

Seeing her like this, he felt a little guilty, but he didn't feel distressed.

His eyes fell on her, looking at her tears one by one, as if to accuse him of cruelty and ruthlessness.

"Fu Lingfeng, what is your heart made of?" Fu Bonian really couldn't see it, and roared.

Rao was ruthless to Xia Moran, but he didn't be so ruthless back then.

In his memory, although he didn't like this son, because his mother didn't love him, but he was always his pride, but since when did this son who had made him proud become like this?

"Ling Feng ......" Qin Jiaran screamed pitifully again, he was the only one left in her eyes, and the dependence and love in her eyes were dazzling.