The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Mi Ai burst out laughing, and there was not enough smile on her face. She stared at Xun Jian, but the emotion in her heart almost spread out, "Xun Jian, thank you." Thank you for always tolerating me, love me.

"Hey, let's go home." Xun Jian took Mi Ai's hand and walked side by side with her on the way home, her heart suddenly calmed down.

"Come on, it's time to go home."

Mi Ai's mood finally calmed down, she held the hands of the people around her as firmly as before, tightly, without letting go at all.

Xun Jian also held her hand back, and followed her with strides, as if she was her patron saint, shielding everything from the outside.

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Xiao Ling'er returned to the ward, Lu Yicheng was still sitting beside Qiao Anhao, his tall body was slightly leaning against the small chair, and his hands were gently resting on Qiao Anhao's.

The slightly long hair could barely cover his eyes. Under the light, those azure blue pupils looked dull and dull, and his whole person seemed to be in a daze.

There was a bit of coldness and sadness in the sharp eyebrows, and the three-dimensional face was still expressionless, but the pupils of the eyes let people know how expressive he was.

Xiao Ling'er walked up to Lu Yicheng's side with short legs, put her little head on Lu Yicheng's lap, and said softly, "Father, Auntie said she will bring Uncle Shi Yi over tomorrow."

Wen Liang has been pursuing Wen Shiyi ever since he knew he was still alive, so Lu Yisheng never told her about Qiao Anhao's falling asleep.

After Wen Liang helped deal with the problems in Africa, she relied on being a pregnant woman to let Wen Shiyi let her go.

Wen Shiyi could not beat her, scold her, or even hide, otherwise Wen Liang would punch her in the stomach the next moment, and even if Wen Shiyi hid, he would have to show up.

In a way, Wen Shiyi was eaten to death by Wen Liang.

You know, he has loved Wen Liang for so many years, even if one day he said to let go, but when she really came to him, his heart couldn't calm down.

What's more, he personally sowed the child in Wen Liang's belly, how could he watch Wen Liang deal with the child, so in the end he could only be eaten to death by Wen Liang, and he surrendered.

Regarding the matter of Wen Shiyi and Wen Liang, Lu Yicheng didn't seem to feel any surprises, he just hummed lightly, his eyes still on An Hao's body.

His fingers lightly slid across Qiao Anhao's face, she was pale and bloodless, she seemed to be asleep, she looked very quiet, not as noisy as when she was awake.

The small body was lying on the narrow hospital bed, and the long hair seemed to be long again, hanging lazily on the bed.

The delicate willow eyebrows are beautifully formed, and the delicate and small facial features are still so beautiful, but they seem to have lost their vitality, like a delicate but soulless doll.

"Well, you've slept for too long." Lu Yicheng sighed, holding those weak little hands, his tone seemed lost.

He originally wanted to deal with this matter, and they would prepare a grand wedding for An Hao, but now the owner of the wedding couldn't sleep for a long time.

Xiao Ling'er felt sorry for Lu Yicheng, looked away, looked at the bright moon in the sky and said, "Mom will always wake up, maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."