Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

After the hospital incident, Huo Yan hadn't contacted Lu Qiao for a long time, and Lu Qiao didn't know how to get along with him.

A marriage certificate binds them into a husband and wife, but it does not shorten their distance, but adds another layer of estrangement, and the two have never had any form of communication.

Therefore, when receiving Huo Yan's call, Lu Qiao couldn't react for a while.

Huo Yan's voice was still icy and cold: "I'll give you an hour to come to the hospital and have a type match."

Lu Qiao was a little dazed, pinching the phone, sweat dripping from his cool fingertips, "Can you wait a little longer, is it too early to do the matching now?"

"Lu Qiao, do you want to breach the contract?" Huo Yan said in a low tone, "You have already signed the contract, so you must do as I ask, and you have no right to refuse."

"I didn't refuse, I just..." She paused, her voice lowered, "I'm not ready yet."

"Don't play any tricks with me, otherwise I can give the land on Gumao Street to the Lu family, and I can take it back at any time."

Huo Yan's words were full of threats.

Lu Qiao wanted to laugh ironically.

Ancient Trade Street, Ancient Trade Street, and Ancient Trade Street.

Every time Huo Yan threatened her with the land on Gumao Street, he thought he could take advantage of her weakness, but he couldn't understand, she didn't care at all.

Even if that piece of land is worth a billion or tens of billions, she really doesn't care at all. It doesn't matter if she can get the best or not.

It was Huo Yan himself who could really threaten her!

This is her real weakness, the weakness that allows her to compromise without a bottom line.

Even if there are no additional conditions, she will never be Mrs. Huo in this life, and the Lu family will never get the land on Gumao Street. As long as he says a word lightly, even if she dies, she will die without blinking an eye. promise.

It's a pity that Huo Yan didn't understand.

He doesn't understand anything.

Lu Qiao's eyes were red, full of grievances and sadness, but she said: "Okay, wait for me at the hospital gate, I'll go now."

Huo Yan hung up the call neatly.

"pat-"

A drop of tear fell on the screen of the phone. The word "lover" was covered by the tears, and instantly distorted out of shape, like the mouth of a ghost, silently laughing at something.

When she arrived at the hospital, Huo Yan was not at the entrance of the hospital. The secretary who came to the hotel to deliver contraceptive pills that day was waiting for her.

The look in her eyes was indescribable, like contempt and pity.

Although she was of good quality, she didn't say anything harsh, and her attitude was not in any way negligent, but through her eyes, Lu Qiao could fully imagine what kind of image she was in her heart.

She glanced at her lightly, but Lu Qiao didn't say anything, she looked away, pretending that she didn't find anything, and went to check with her.

Anyway, there was enough dirty water on her body, and she didn't care if there was another misunderstanding.

After all, you deserve what you deserve.

"Doctor Li, you've arrived, you can go for a matching check." The secretary knocked on the doctor's office and said to Wen Ran's attending physician.

"Then let's go to the second floor to get some blood." Dr. Li closed the medical record, looked up but was stunned.

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looked at the thin woman standing behind Secretary Huo Yan, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Their eyes met, and Lu Qiao frowned almost imperceptibly.

Doctor Li stood up suddenly, and called out with some uncertainty: "Miss Lu?"