Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

Qingting froze for a moment, guessed a little bit, couldn't help but smiled wryly, only at critical moments can one see the essence of a person clearly, this is not wrong at all.

Leng Zongkai frowned, dialed a phone, and soon there was movement inside. Lan Xin opened the door and came out, with a look of surprise on her face, and warmly greeted, "Uncle, why are you here? Come in, Mommy Definitely want to see you."

She has only met the head of the Leng family a few times, and she is not very familiar with them, but she will not let go of the opportunity to please him.

Leng Zongkai nodded slightly, walked in quickly, followed by Qingting, Lan Xin wanted to stop her, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, Qingting slapped her away, gave her a contemptuous look, and swaggered to push her away go in.

Leng's mother was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, her face was as pale as paper, her breath was weak, and she was unconscious.

Leng Zongkai sat by the bed, looking at her silently, with a very complicated expression, as time passed, Qingting's heart became heavier and heavier.

The atmosphere in the room was frighteningly stagnant, filled with a touch of sadness, Qingting couldn't bear it anymore, pushed the door out, and quietly looked at the sky outside the window.

The weather was gloomy and cloudy, like it was going to rain.

A pitiful voice came from behind, "Cry out, it will make you feel better."

Qingting raised her head and sighed softly, she couldn't cry in front of outsiders, her fragility, her sadness was only reserved for the silent night, only for herself.

"Sometimes, people are really small, and life is very fragile, and it will shatter when touched."

Shao Zhongyu looked sadly at that slender figure, a strong yet fragile, brave and fearless girl who coexisted with rationality and sensibility, the contradictions were heartbreaking.

"Fool, don't hold on, show weakness at the right time, rely on others at the right time..."

A bitter smile overflowed from the corner of Qingting's mouth, "Who can I rely on?"

The slightly cool voice was contained in the mouth, and it curled up, revealing an unknown pain.

A surge of hot blood rushed to his forehead, like a volcanic eruption, and he finally blurted out the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, "I, will always wait for you, waiting for you to rely on me..."

Qingting was greatly shaken, and turned her head abruptly, "Brother Shao..."

A cold voice came from not far away, "I seem to be late."

The two looked over at the same time, only to see Leng Qirui dusty, with slightly disheveled hair, a slight scratch on his forehead, and a bad complexion.

Qingting was startled, and couldn't help walking towards him, "Leng Qirui, what's wrong with your face?"

What happened?

Lan Xin rushed over, pushed Qingting aside forcefully, took his arm and walked towards the ward, "Brother Ah Rui, you are finally back, that's great, Mommy must be very happy to see you, you Come in and see her."

Leng Qirui's heart was so heavy that he couldn't care about other things. He followed her into the ward, and when he saw his mother who was unconscious, his face became more and more ugly.

His eyes fell on Leng Zongkai, and his eyes sank, "Why are you here?"

Leng Zongkai rubbed his brows with a tired face, "Come here and talk to your mommy, she needs your encouragement."

Leng Qirui's expression changed, and he walked into the ward without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the ward was opened, Leng Qirui walked out with a solemn expression, Lan Xin stuck to his side, never leaving him.

Qingting looked at him silently, but didn't go over.

Leng Qirui kept staring at her, and his eyes fluctuated violently, "How could this be? What happened?"