The president is cold during the day and wants a baby at night

Chapter 411 Tangling County

An Yinluo walked lightly, came to the bed like a kitten, carefully pulled off the quilt and covered it, then turned sideways, pressed his hands on the side of his face, and carefully watched the man's good-looking sleeping face.

How could there be such a perfect face in this world.

This face, with 360° beauty without dead ends, makes people unable to take their eyes off.

However, he didn't seem to have slept well in the past two days, and the circles under his eyes were a little dark.

It must be because of my grandma's illness that I can't eat well or sleep well.

You idiot, why waste your time here if you don't have enough sleep.

An Yinluo sighed as he thought about it.

"Why don't you sleep for a while." Yan Zichen didn't open his eyes, and stretched out his hand to pull the woman into his arms.

An Yinluo was suddenly pulled into his arms by the man, his face was shocked.

"When did you wake up?"

To be exact, he hasn't fallen asleep since he came here.

"Just woke up." Yan Zichen opened his eyes and stared down at her.

An Yinluo raised her face to meet the man's gaze.Then, not calm down.

"Why are your eyes so red? Are you crying?"

Yan Zichen didn't speak, but hugged her tightly with both hands.

As she guessed.

He has cried.

After Professor Ma finished the consultation with Ouyang Shanfeng and told him the results, Yan Zichen's heart felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, beyond redemption!
The result was the same as what he and Han Jin guessed.

Professor Ma said the cancer cells began to spread in the lungs again.Although, the area where cancer cells spread is not large.But there is no longer the conditions for reoperation.

Now it can only be maintained by drugs.

As for how long it will live, no one can say.

It depends on the speed at which cancer cells spread, as well as the patient's own mental state.

Yan Zichen sent Professor Ma away and he sat in the study for a whole afternoon.

As long as I think that my grandma will die soon, my heart feels like there are thousands of sharp weapons poking at me non-stop.Make him breathless.

During dinner, Han Jin went upstairs and called him to eat.He doesn't even have the courage to face grandma now.

He was afraid that when he saw grandma, the last line of defense in his heart would collapse.

Han Jin was also very sad, she could understand Yan Zichen's mood at the moment.He didn't eat, and she didn't persuade him much.

Yan Zichen sat in the study until late at night, the more he thought about it, the more he felt bored, the more bored he became, the more he couldn't breathe.

He picked up his coat and strode out of the villa.

When he got in the car, the first person that came to his mind was An Yinluo.

That's why he came to T city by a strange coincidence.

Yan Zichen hugged her tightly, pressed her thin lips against her hair, and did not say a word for a long time.

An Yinluo's face was pressed against Yan Zichen's chest.

Quietly listening to his strong heartbeat, as well as the ups and downs of his breathing.

She also made a guess.Is grandma's illness really incurable?
An Yinluo's heart tightened, and his nose started to feel sore.

This year, too many people left them.

Yang Yang, Wang Zhen, Zhou Mingbo...

These people all tugged at their hearts.

Why does God want all the misfortunes to befall them.

why?
An Yinluo just leaned against the man's chest like this, none of them spoke.

They all hide the most vulnerable side of their hearts.They tried their best to endure it, not letting themselves break their defenses in front of each other.

An Yinluo did not leave Yan Zichen behind to join the filming team this time.

Yan Zichen hugged her like this, and after an unknown amount of time, after hearing his shallow snoring, An Yinluo picked up his mobile phone and called the director, falsely claiming that he had caught a cold.Please take a morning off.

This morning, An Yinluo stayed by his side, holding the man's strong waist.Although not sleepy.Even if, seeing the man sleeping, she would feel warm in her heart and feel very happy.

When Yan Zichen woke up, it was already afternoon.

He didn't open his eyes, just sighed softly.

Feeling that my head doesn't hurt anymore, I reached out to caress my side.The place around her was empty, and the place where she had slept was also cold.He knew she was going to film.

Yan Zichen opened his deep eyes, didn't get up immediately, raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

Eyes opened.

I actually slept for so long.

Yan Zichen reached out and took the mobile phone from the bedside table.

He turned on his phone and wanted to call An Yinluo.

With the phone turned on, there were several missed calls.

Lu Zhijian called three links.

There were two calls from Xu Minghui.

He is looking at WeChat.

An Yinluo sent him a WeChat message, which was a voice message.

His slender fingers tapped the voice lightly.

Are you awake?The food is reserved for you downstairs, and you can heat it in the microwave yourself when you get up.I know you are sad right now.However, no matter what, the rice still needs to be eaten.I have to sleep too.

Yan Zichen, I believe grandma will be fine.I also inquired about the silver-haired medical saint from various parties.

I believe that as long as we don't give up, there will always be miracles.

Yan Zichen typed a word on the keyboard: Yes.

He sighed and opened the message from Xu Minghui.

Xu Minghui: Why didn't you answer the call?The matter I sent someone to inquire about has a little clue.

A year ago, someone saw a silver-haired old man in Tanglin County, T City.Said that he had seen a doctor for his children.Listening to his description is somewhat similar to the person you mentioned.

After Yan Zichen listened to Xu Minghui's voice, he was no longer calm.

He sat up abruptly and dialed the phone.

After Yan Zichen finished calling Xu Minghui, he went to take a shower and changed into some clothes.Simply packed the suitcase.

Before leaving, he still couldn't hold back and went to the set first.

An Yinluo had just finished a scene, and was sitting in the rest area drinking water while reading the script.

Just now she saw the WeChat message Yan Zichen sent her.

She also complained that this man is so stingy and stingy.Just send a word.

She read the script intently.Thinking of having a rivalry with Huang Yuanyuan for a while, her eyes brightened a little.

The script touched the shallow scar on the palm of her hand, which made her the most indignant.

Because Huang Yuanyuan is a first-line actor, and she is an eighteenth-line star.Most of the crew saw that Huang Yuanyuan deliberately tripped her, and the palm of her hand was scratched by shards of broken ceramics.

No one helped her, and when they saw her bleeding palms, they all watched with cold eyes, as if they were enjoying a good show.

That kind of humble gap, that kind of humiliation in front of everyone.That feeling, until now when I think about it, still makes my heart ache.

This is the hot and cold world.Most of the time, when seeing such incidents of bullying happening, most people choose to turn a blind eye.

An Yinluo was engrossed in her thoughts, Yan Zichen had been by her side for a few minutes, but she didn't notice it.

It wasn't until the man's low rhyme sounded in her ears that she raised her face in astonishment.

"Luoluo." Yan Zichen called her softly.

"Yan Zichen~" An Yinluo put the script aside, and put his arms around the man's waist.

Yan Zichen stretched out his hand to caress her shoulder, lowered his face and stared at her.

"I'm going on a business trip for a few days. I don't know how many days it will take to come back.

Can I catch up with the filming crew and take you home. "

Yan Zichen's deep eyes couldn't hide his reluctance.

An Yinluo stepped out of the man's arms, put his hands on both sides of his waist, and raised his beautiful face.

"Where?"

"Minghui said that someone has seen an old man who looks like a medical saint in Tangling County. I'll go and have a look."

"Really?" An Yinluo was still very reluctant for a second, but when he heard the news that there might be a medical saint, An Yinluo's eyes lit up.

Yan Zichen held her small face in both hands, "Minghui is more reliable in his work. Didn't you say that as long as we don't give up, there will be miracles."

(End of this chapter)