The beautiful wife of the president

Ji Weiyang sighed slightly, and couldn't help explaining, "Yan Yan, Ding Yifei is Tang Feng's mistress, and the child she lost is also Tang Feng's, and I have nothing to do with her. (@~"

"But that's not what she said to the reporter." After a long silence, Zhanyan spoke lightly.In fact, she really wanted to ask: Where is Lu Anqi?Are you okay with her too?However, she didn't dare, because once some words were spoken, there was no way out.

Ji Weiyang smiled helplessly, raised her chin lightly, and joked, "Who made your husband so good? She likes me, and it's beyond my control."

Zhanyan laughed helplessly, and lightly hammered his chest with his pink fist.

There was a dull pain in his chest, but he just smiled and held her hand, "I want to murder my husband."

But Zhanyan is a doctor, so she naturally saw Ji Weiyang's strangeness, his face was pale and sick. "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Her hand covered his forehead, and the temperature was actually hot.

"I'm fine, go to sleep." He smiled warmly and took her hand off her forehead.

"Did you pull the wound? No, you go to the hospital with me right away." Zhanyan forced him to the hospital. When he arrived at the hospital, Ji Weiyang's face turned pale from the pain, but he was always Did not say a word.

Ji Weiyang's injury was a bit troublesome, the newly healed bone joints were dislocated, and he was admitted to the ward again.Outside the ward, the attending doctor criticized Zhanyan. Although the words were very tactful, Zhanyan's face was already burning red, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. Finally, before leaving, the attending doctor threw her a sentence: As a doctor, you should know how to measure and keep the green hills without worrying about no firewood.

Ji Weiyang was hospitalized for the second time, and Luo Meihui was terrified. She hurried to the hospital and saw her son lying on the bed in good condition, and her heart was in her stomach.

"Mom, I made you worry, I'm fine."

"It's really raising a child to be a hundred years old. I often worry about 99. You said how old you are, and you still make me worry about it as a mother." Luo Meihui sat by the bed, lowered her head and peeled an apple.

Ji Weiyang smiled lightly, but his eyes were warm.

"How long do you want to do it? Isn't she going to get a divorce? Then let her go. Could it be that the son of the Ji family can't marry a wife! Tingting has been waiting for you."

"You mean the sons and daughters of Uncle Tang's family? A while ago, there was a huge quarrel with Minister Li's nephew. How dare you marry such a person? I'm worried that you will be angry with your daughter-in-law." Ji Weiyang played with his taste.

"Small and I'm poor, even if Tingting can't do it, there are plenty of good girls, and it doesn't have to be Wei Zhanyan."

The smile on his lips gradually faded, and he turned his head to look at his mother, his expression becoming serious, "Mom, there are indeed many good girls in this world, but the happiness I want can only be given by showing my face. No one."

Luo Meihui's hand holding the fruit knife visibly paused, and then sighed vaguely.Her son has been more mature and stable than his peers since he was a child, but he is too deep and restrained, and few people can see through his thoughts.When she was young, she gave him a life of rich clothes and fine food, and he took it indifferently. When she grew up, she gave him wealth unmatched by the world, and he remained calm.

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