Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

Li Hongwei's eyes fell on the hands they held together, he sighed secretly, walked behind Song Qingcheng, and patted her head: "He needs to rest, let's go out first."

Song Qingcheng, who was holding back his tears, looked up at his grandfather, and seeing his gray hair, nodded, stood up and followed Li Hongwei out of the ward.

"Don't be too sad, since the doctor said it's fine, as long as you cultivate well." Li Hongwei was afraid that Song Qingcheng would always be depressed, so he turned and rubbed her face lovingly.

He is Song Qingcheng's only relative, and also Song Qingcheng's biggest concern.

Song Qingcheng took his comfort to heart. She sniffed and leaned against the white wall of the hospital in a hoarse voice and said, "If it wasn't for him, maybe I wouldn't be able to come back."

"Grandpa, do you know? I was so scared when the air crash happened." Thinking of the scene at that time, Song Qingcheng was still horrified, and she looked into Li Hongwei's eyes with fear: "Many people died, I thought I was going to die too .”

"Allure..."

"Later Kai drifted to an isolated island, and he appeared. He found me food and took care of me when I was sick. When it snowed, he wouldn't let me go out, saying that he was afraid that my illness would relapse."

Speaking of this, Song Qingcheng's tears could not be suppressed completely, and for a moment, it was like a flood breaking a bank.

But she suddenly didn't notice, but continued to say to the two: "Without him, I will never come back."

Looking at the baby on the tip of his heart, Li Hongwei felt extremely uncomfortable.If it can be exchanged, he would rather be the one who suffers, and let Song Qingcheng be free from worries forever.Instead of crying like now.

However, Li Hongwei didn't think there was anything wrong with this. At least, it proved that his granddaughter was not an ungrateful person.

Just when Li Hongwei and Li Wei were thinking about how to comfort Song Qingcheng, Song Qingcheng spoke first: "Go, let's go back."

Um?Both Li Hongwei and Li Wei were a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, how...why now...

As if seeing their doubts, Song Qingcheng said: "Aunt Zhang's Sanquan Decoction is the most nourishing for the body, I'll learn from her." After speaking, he helped Li Hongwei walk out of the hospital.

Li Hongwei felt very relieved, looking at the well-behaved Song Qingcheng and nodded secretly in his heart.After this incident, his granddaughter also grew up.I know I think about it later.

I have to say that Leng Jinyan is really a hero.

Leng Jinyan only felt that he was in a state of chaos, with no pain, no hunger, and even his brain was blank.

He walked in the dense fog step by step, his steps were firm, and he never took a step back.

Suddenly, a vague figure appeared in the thick fog, and she waved to herself: "Here, here, here."

Without thinking about it, Leng Jinyan walked towards that figure. He passed through layers of fog, but seemed to be getting farther and farther away from that figure.

That person's voice gradually faded, and finally, there was not even a trace of it.

The next day, Leng Jinyan finally opened his eyes.

"Mr. Leng, you're awake. You've woken up. It's the fourth day."

"Just wake up. If we don't wake up, we won't be able to stand up to the board of directors."

"..."

Chattering, chattering.

Leng Jinyan glanced at the subordinates who surrounded the hospital bed tightly: "The company closed down?"

"No, no, the president is not here. Fortunately, we didn't disgrace our fate and didn't let those despicable young people get their way." A baby-faced man wearing a particularly sophisticated and mature black suit, said with a pair of chubby eyes full of It's all about praise.

It's a pity that Leng Jinyan only uttered a hard sentence: "Then what are you still doing here?"

Uh, all the elites were dumb for a second, and the boss was still the ultimate demon king. It seemed that the plan to take advantage of the boss's just waking up to spend the holidays in a daze was impossible to realize.

The elites with high IQ and not weak EQ didn't take advantage of the immediate loss. They nodded to Leng Jinyan, neatly stacked the flowers and fruit baskets in their hands on the table beside them, and walked out of the ward one by one.

When everyone left, a delicate guest came late.

This is a mature and seductive woman, her black hair has been carefully styled in the salon, and her curly hair hangs over her shoulders.

Although she is wearing a professional suit, Chanel's latest wrap-around skirt outlines perfect curves. She puts the perfume lily with morning dew in her hand in a vase beside the hospital bed, and sits gracefully on the chair: "You This time the injury was too serious, how do you feel now?"

"No problem."

"I have cut my stomach and said there is no serious problem." The flat but coquettish tone seemed natural, and one couldn't help but wonder what kind of style it would be in other places.

This is Wei Han, who has been secretly in love with Leng Jinyan for many years, and who wants to take the position of Mrs. Leng from various socialites.

She is Leng Jinyan's senior, two years older than him.When Leng Jinyan first entered the university, he became a cadre of the student union for some reason, and was also an assistant to Wei Han, who was the chairman of the student union.

She is beautiful, and her work ability is even better. She never procrastinates. She is the talent Leng Jinyan admires the most, so after graduating from university, he let her join the company.

Over the past few years, she has also become a well-known high-end talent in the industry, and with her talent, is this beautiful face.

Many people, including reporters from magazines, once asked her: "What is she working hard for so many years? What is she planning to get married?"

Every time, Wei Han smiled and said: "For him, even if it is another seven years, I will wait."

People are not fools, once they think of her boss Leng Jinyan who met her seven years ago, they will know who she belongs to in her heart.

So, for a while, entertainment newspapers, magazines, and even financial magazines in S city were full of speculation about the relationship between the two.

What's more, for the sake of headlines, he directly said that Leng Jinyan and Wei Han had already made a private decision for life, and as soon as a certain time came, the two would get married.

The news was overwhelming, and Leng Jinyan naturally saw it. When many people thought he would come out to deny and refute the rumors, he still went to and from work on time every day, as if this incident had never happened.

Not long after, the news of falling in love with Su Yiran came out again. Whether it was true or false, or false or true, the reporter was confused. After a long time, no one mentioned these things again.

In fact, up to now, Wei Han doesn't know what Leng Jinyan is thinking in his heart, after all, he has acted so obviously.

Looking at Leng Jinyan who was so weak, she picked up an apple, peeled it, and handed it to him: "I asked the doctor just now, and the doctor said that you can eat some food. This apple is fresh, eat one."

The apple exudes a delicate scent, as long as Leng Jinyan raises his hand, he can touch it, but he didn't take it, but said: "The deal you talked with Tianyi last time was very good."

"It's rare to hear you praise someone." Being rejected, Wei Han didn't have any other strange expressions on her face. She put the apple in the fruit basket with a calm demeanor, slowly wiped her fingers with a wet towel and replied: "The idea is still yours." That’s a good sentence, I should give it back to you.”

This time, Leng Jinyan did not continue, but suddenly asked: "How old is senior sister?"

Senior sister, what a distant title.Wei Han was stunned for a moment, and replied with a smile: "I have been in the company for seven years, and I am 30 years old. This time flies by really fast."

"30 years old." Leng Jinyan looked at Wei Han, closed his eyes slightly and said, "I remember that some time ago, Xing Xing of the Hong Kong branch resigned and went to travel around the world. the position of CEO."

"..." Wei Han paused as he wiped his fingers, one of his perfectly manicured nails was broken off.

She looked straight at Leng Jinyan: "President, what does this mean?"

"Literally." Leng Jinyan looked away, and inadvertently, a section of camel-colored windbreaker fabric outside the ward door came into his eyes. He lowered his eyes secretly, and said: "The company is busy, so I won't take care of it." I leave you."

"...You are recovering from illness." Over the years, Wei Han has never hidden his inner love, and Leng Jinyan has never directly rejected it, denying it categorically.

Therefore, she has always held a beautiful fantasy in her heart.But now, everything was shattered, clutching his bag, Wei Han left the ward in a messy footstep, it could almost be said that he fled in despair.

Unfortunately, when he was going out, he collided with Song Qingcheng who was standing outside the door, and almost knocked the thermos in Song Qingcheng's hand to the ground.

She took a deep look at Song Qingcheng who was obviously about to go in, stopped in panic, took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and left gorgeously like a queen.

Feeling attacked, Song Qingcheng looked at her back and murmured in his heart: "This Leng Jinyan looks honest on weekdays, but actually puts such a beautiful woman by his side. Is this a test of endurance? Or..."

what!
What does this concern me?Anyway, I'm just here to deliver tonic soup and express my life-saving grace.

Shaking his head, shaking out those strange thoughts, Song Qingcheng entered the ward door with a thermos in hand.

"You can eat liquid food today. This is the Sanquan soup that I specially asked Aunt Zhang to make. You can drink some."

Entering the ward's supporting kitchen, Song Qingcheng took out a bowl for drinking with a spoon, unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup and poured out half of the bowl of milky white soup.Blowing and handing it to Leng Jinyan.

After half a month of being dependent on each other on the isolated island, Song Qingcheng has long lost his guard against Leng Jinyan, and even talks with intimacy.

She looked at Leng Jinyan who didn't say a word, and didn't reach out her hand, she frowned and said, "You still don't feel well, can't you pick up something?"

Leng Jinyan turned his head to look at her and lowered his eyes.

Song Qingcheng, who felt that he knew the truth, thought about it, and the soup would be cold any longer. Aunt Zhang said that the effect of Sanquan soup would be greatly reduced if it was cold.

In that case, wouldn't it be in vain.Moreover, Song Qingcheng secretly glanced at Leng Jinyan's snow-like cheeks, and did not touch up anymore, Leng Jinyan said when will his body get better.

Quietly turning several thoughts in her mind, Song Qingcheng moved the chair against the hospital bed, scooped up a spoon full of soup, and sent it to Leng Jinyan's mouth.

"Ah." The patient couldn't move, so he just made do with it.

"..."

Leng Jinyan scanned Song Qingcheng's face with cold eyes, and slowly opened his mouth. Seeing this, Song Qingcheng quickly stuffed the spoon into it.

With a movement of the hand and a flip of the spoon, most of the soup flowed down Leng Jinyan's chin.

"Sorry, sorry." Song Qingcheng, who did something wrong, quickly took out a tissue, wiped Leng Jinyan's chin clean, and continued to feed the second spoonful, but the soup still spilled?
Now, Song Qingcheng was almost ashamed to continue feeding, she lowered her head, fumbled for a tissue and wiped it: "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid, I—"