Chapter 85 Sorry, I’m late

Style: Girl Author: Lu MingjunWords: 2259Update Time: 24/01/18 08:03:40
The phone calls were made one after another, but Zhou Shilin never came.

Du Chunfeng was afraid that Wen Qian's anger would affect her health, so he made up a lie to tell her that Zhou Shilin was on a mission. Wen Qian smiled helplessly, her delicate features full of weakness.

She slowly closed her eyes, feeling disappointed.

never mind.

The most difficult time has passed.

the other side.

Zhou Shilin's eyes were full of sleepiness. He stayed up all night last night. Meng Weiyi finally turned the corner after having her stomach washed. However, her mood was very unstable. She jumped off the building and hit the wall. She took a sedative before she calmed down.

After waking up, he made trouble again.

After repeated attempts several times, I could only continue to inject sedatives.

Her family had been rushing here all night, and now that there was no one around to watch, he could only stay.

The ward was quiet.

Meng Weiyi slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man's handsome profile. She couldn't help but feel her heart surge. Her eyes instantly became moist. She said hoarsely: "Ah Shi, you stayed with me all night?"

After saying that, she couldn't help sobbing softly.

"Am I getting sick again?"

There were red bloodshot eyes in Zhou Shilin's eyes. He leaned against the wall and stared at Meng Weiyi expressionlessly, his concentration a bit solemn: "Why do you drink sleeping pills?"

"I……"

Meng Weiyi lowered her eyelashes and said weakly: "I haven't slept well for several days, so I accidentally drank too much. I didn't want to commit suicide, but my emotions were out of control. I'm sorry for causing you trouble. , Ah Shi, please go back quickly, Wen Qian will be unhappy again after being out for a long time."

Zhou Shilin said nothing.

His thoughts returned to last night, under the moonlight, Wen Qian held his hand, her palm-sized face was full of disappointment, and his chest couldn't help but feel tight. He would explain to her properly when he got back.

He was irritable and didn't want to pay attention to Meng Weiyi.

No one spoke in the quiet ward.

It didn't take long.

The door to the ward was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged woman walked in with red eyes. As soon as she came in, she hugged Meng Weiyi and burst into tears.

"My miserable daughter!"

"What kind of evil did our Meng family do? Why should you bear this? Weiyi, why are you so hard to think about? You have been dead for a hundred times. What do you want the living to do?"

"mom……"

Meng Weiyi shouted in grievance, threw herself into Mother Meng's arms and cried loudly.

Zhou Shilin's eyebrows were twisted into the Chinese character Sichuan.

After the mother and daughter calmed down, they asked to leave.

Meng's mother wiped her tears and smiled lovingly: "Ah Shi, thank you, aunt. Without you, Weiyi might have died."

"The man was saved by doctors."

Zhou Shilin said coolly.

He returned home as fast as he could, and had no time to talk. Except for the gentler tone of his voice, his handsome face was still tense, and he said in a deep voice: "You should go and thank the doctor. Meng Weiyi made a big fuss in the hospital last night and caused a lot of harm to others." Please, please give her some good advice. You must always look forward. You cannot take away what is hers, and you cannot keep what is not hers."

After that, he left neatly.

The mother and daughter were left with taciturn expressions.

After a long while, Meng's mother snorted dissatisfiedly: "What does he mean? What does he mean? She can't keep it. This Zhou Shilin has been unpleasant in speech since he was a child. He is as stubborn as a donkey. You are the only one." like him!"

Meng Weiyi blushed when her thoughts were struck.

"mom!"

She acted coquettishly.

"I just like him. Besides, he's not stubborn at all. Instead, he's very gentle."

Especially when facing Wen Qian, he was completely different from before.

She couldn't help but imagine that if he could do that to her, her death would be worth it.

Meng's mother had nothing to do with her daughter.

Although their family background is not low, it is still not as good as the Zhou family. If their daughter can marry into the Zhou family, it will also be a great help to the Meng family's career.

but……

"Tell me about the country bumpkin Zhou Shilin married."

***

Zhou Shilin quickly returned to the family home.

On the way back, he made a lot of drafts, thinking about how to comfort Wen Qian, but when he opened the door, the house was quiet and empty.

Wen Qian is not at home.

Zhou Shilin entered the bedroom, his eyes fell on the messy bedding, and he was keenly aware of something strange.

He knows that Wen Qian loves to be clean.

She would keep her home spotless every day, and she would never go to work without folding the quilt, so she must be very angry and the kind that can't be coaxed easily.

At this time.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

The instructor stood outside the door with a dark face.

"Xiao Zhou, where have you been this morning? Your wife is in the hospital."

Wen Qian is sick?

Zhou Shilin was obviously startled.

The instructor gave him a wish-for-blessing look.

"Acute appendicitis, almost perforated."

He wanted to blame him a few times, but when he saw the worry in Zhou Shilin's dark eyes, he couldn't say anything. In the end, he just sighed: "Go quickly."

Zhou Shilin rushed to the county hospital again.

This time it took less than half an hour to arrive. When he found the ward where Wen Qian was, he suddenly became nervous. He stood at the door and took a deep breath before gently opening the door.

In the ward.

All was quiet.

The faint smell of disinfectant floated in the air. Wen Qian fell asleep. She lay quietly on the hospital bed. Her pale face was whiter than the quilt covering her body. She was extremely weak.

Looking at her look, Zhou Shilin's heart ached.

This feeling has never happened before.

He couldn't help but lighten his steps, walked slowly to the bedside, and whispered a few words: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

Wen Qian's eyelashes trembled a few times, but she didn't wake up.

In fact, she woke up when Zhou Shilin first came in. His footsteps were different from others, but she didn't want to open her eyes, didn't want to see him, and didn't want him to see the tears in her eyes.

Because tears represent vulnerability.

She only wanted to show her vulnerability to her 'Brother Lin', not Zhou Shilin.

Fortunately, Du Chunfeng came back soon.

She carried a thermos bucket in her hand and breathed a long sigh of relief after meeting Zhou Shilin: "We're finally here. Sister Qianqian's surgery has been completed. The doctor said that it was lucky that she arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

I don't know what bad luck this young couple got into.

During this time, I dealt with the hospital every day.

"This is millet porridge. Feed the girl some when she wakes up."

Du Chunfeng gave the young couple their alone time, explained a few words and left.

The ward became quiet again.

Just as Wen Qian was pretending to sleep, a low and hoarse male voice suddenly came to her ears.

"Eat something when you wake up."

Zhou Shilin sat beside the bed with apologetic eyes.

When Wen Qian opened her eyes, what she saw was his look like this. Her heart hurt a little. She gently pulled out the hand held by the man and lowered her eyelids without looking at him.

"How did you come?"

Zhou Shilin choked and whispered: "You are sick, shouldn't I, the husband, come?"