Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 317

"It's nothing, it's a friend calling, it's nothing serious." Lin Xiaoxiao just answered him perfunctorily.

Then, a woman's voice came from the mobile phone: "It's disgusting! Don't touch it, it's not allowed!"

"No, don't take it off... Oh, you're so annoying, you big bastard!"

Then, Lin Xiaoxiao hung up the phone directly.

Han Ruo didn't even have time to say a word to her!

She was a little annoyed, and hung up the phone helplessly!

"Xiaoxiao, why are you so stupid? If you stayed by Feng Mocheng's side, how could Lin Jing take advantage of the loopholes, and now the Lin family won't be like this!"

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"Cough, cough, cough!"

Lin Jing was completely weak, and lay in Feng Mocheng's arms, letting him hold him, and walked into the villa.

After a trip to the hospital, Lin Jing's illness seemed to have gotten worse.

The doctor said that she was too stimulated, which led to depression, so she vomited after eating.

What the doctor meant was that Lin Jing's body was already seriously injured.

Now instead of showing signs of improvement, I feel depressed, which will aggravate the condition and even lead to other complications and adverse effects.

The doctor asked to be hospitalized for observation, but Lin Jing refused to stay in the hospital.

She would always smell blood in the hospital and it would scare her.

Feng Mocheng took Lin Jing back home and found a doctor.

In the future, the doctor can then take good care of Lin Jing's body.

"President Feng, Mrs. Lin is here, she is in the living room." The servant stepped forward to inform him.

"Let her wait." Feng Mocheng was not in a hurry to see her, but carried Lin Jing back to the room.

Lin Jing lay on the bed, much more comfortable.

But her face was pale, and she was sickly.

Feng Mocheng's eyes were full of worry, and his tone was as soft as water: "The doctor will come soon, and he will hang you on the water."

Lin Jing leaned against the head of the bed, reaching for the pillow.

Feng Mocheng took a step ahead, brought the pillow over and placed it on her back.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and tried not to look so bad.

There was worry in Feng Mocheng's eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed and put his arms around her shoulders, "I'll ask the kitchen to prepare delicious food for you. Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Lin Jing shook his head, "I don't want to eat anything, I can't eat it."

Lin Jing felt that his physical strength was being drained little by little.

Maybe he was dying.

In her previous life, she was burned to death by fire. In this life, is she going to die of illness in such a way?

She didn't expect that she would be so powerful when she was on the boat, killing someone in self-defense.

But now that everything is over, her whole body seems to have collapsed, and her illness has come down like a mountain. It's only been a few days!

God always likes to be against her!

Feng Mocheng stretched out his hand, and gently brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, without persuading her.

Not persuading her doesn't mean he doesn't feel distressed or worried, but he knows that she really can't eat anything, even if she swallows it, she will spit it out.

"Let's rest." Feng Mocheng put her down on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Lin Jing was weak, her eye circles were dark, and she looked sickly. She didn't have the usual beauty and elegance.

Lin Jing at this moment is like a sick child.

Just as Lin Jing was about to fall asleep, she suddenly thought of something and said to Feng Mocheng: "By the way, my mother..." She paused, her eyes felt a little uncomfortable, and she changed her words: "Han Ruo is still in the living room."

(End of this chapter)