Desperate for marriage, the CEO is deeply affectionate

Zou Rong was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry, that's it?

If she would say one more word, he would accept her apology.

He unbuttoned his shirt, feeling somewhat inexplicably suffocated.

Drive to catch up with her, lower the window, "Or, you transfer to another hospital?"

Ai Ye turned to look at him, he was serious, she shook her head, "I don't have money, but you have money, so you should go."

"Why should I turn?"

"You said you wanted to transfer."

"Oh, really?" He smiled sloppily, tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, "I don't remember."

He is cheating.

Ai Ye laughed, "Zou Tang, is that your sister?"

"Yes." He asked one after another, "That boy is your brother?"

"Yes." The corner of Ai Ye's mouth showed off, "He's not a boy, he's a man."

"Well, I can see that you love him very much."

"I can do anything for him."

He drives, she walks.

Move forward in unison.

Just chatting in a simple way, until the bus stop.

When Ai Ye returned home, a Mercedes-Benz was parked on the side of the road at the gate. A plainly dressed woman came out of the villa. She was about the same age as her mother-in-law. At first glance, she is an old man who is not easy to get along with. Ai Ye has never seen her before. Is she a friend of her mother-in-law?

She walked to the passenger seat and glanced at Ai Ye when she got in the car.

Very... contemptuous.

It made Ai Ye think of Yu Hang and Yu Xingchen, the three of them had exactly the same expressions.

Moreover, from her facial features, Ai Ye found the shadow of Qin Chong.

She is Qin Chong's sister?Yu Xingchen's mother?Yu Hang's adoptive mother?

If it is as she guessed, then...

Ai Ye hurried in, Lan Yunge sat paralyzed by the flowerbed, trampled all the expensive flowers and plants around.

Petals fell all over the ground.

The old man burst into tears.

So helpless and pitiful.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Ai Ye went over to help her stand up.

"It's okay." Lan Yunge wiped away tears with his sleeves, and asked her, "Are you back from a business trip?"

"Yeah." Ai Ye held her arm, and she lost a lot of weight, and her flesh was weak.

What else can such a body bear?

Ai Ye defended her, "Is her surname Qin?"

Lan Yunge sobbed, "Did you see her?"

Sure enough it was her.

"Why did she come here to make a fuss? Why don't you let Auntie throw her out?"

"No, I just talked to her about something."

Walking into the room, Lan Yunge refused to let him be helped.

She took a card from the wall table and handed it to Ai Ye, "This is 100 million."

Ai Ye's hand was as heavy as lead, unable to lift it up, "Mom, I'm not pregnant yet."

Lan Yunge smiled bitterly, and put the card in her hand, "You won't let mom down, right?"

A heavy entrustment.

It was held in Ai Ye's palm.

Her pressure suddenly increased a lot.

If you don't pick it up, there is still room for change, but if you pick it up, there is no way out.

In the evening, when Ai Ye was studying Yanyan's medical records, he received an email from Ji Yuancheng. He made a report of what he had seen and heard in the past day. After reading it, Ai Ye added his own opinions, improved it, and sent it back.

Ji Yuancheng asked her when she would be there, and she said she had something to do.

She couldn't let go of her words, and went to have a look every day after get off work.

In case he wakes up, she will know immediately.

This went on for half a month, but the words were still motionless, and the hope that was fleeting in the pan was like sinking into the sea.