The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

His mother, Chi Fanglian, pressed his shoulders: "She's in N city now, and she's still in the hospital... You can go see her when you get well soon."

"Why did you bring me here?!" Wang Zichen said anxiously: "If I stay in N City, I can see her as soon as I wake up! I want to see her, I want to see her with my own eyes How is she hurt!"

He anxiously shouted: "An Ji! Where is An Ji!"

Wang Ziji said: "An Ji did not return to the capital."

Wang Zichen said in a hoarse voice: "I want to make a video call with him, call him quickly!"

"Zichen!" Wang Cheng scolded him sternly: "Grandpa, grandpa, grandma, grandpa are all worried about you, and have been watching over you, waiting for you to wake up. It's good for you, as soon as you wake up, you will only yell here. Even Grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents didn't even look at it!"

Wang Zichen had to suppress his anxiety and worry, and reluctantly asked his family, relatives and friends with concern.

Grandparents, grandparents and grandparents really cared about him, and they surrounded his bed and cared about him.

It was the first time for Wang Zichen to feel that being cared about was such a tiring thing, just because he was so anxious to know about Lan Xinhui's situation, he really hoped that they would not care about him so much.

For the first time, even being cared for, he felt that time was so hard to bear.I hope they leave as soon as possible so that he can contact An Ji as soon as possible so that he can learn about Lan Xinhui's situation as soon as possible.

Patience, patience, Wang Zichen felt that his patience was being worn away bit by bit.

If there were no older elders in front of him, he really wanted to drive them away immediately.

However, in the face of his grandparents and grandparents who love him, he can't,

He had no choice but to continue to be patient and continue to deal with them.

At the same time, he carefully observed grandma's expression, but he couldn't see anything else on her face except worry for him.

Finally, when grandma talked to him, he couldn't help asking her: "Grandma, do you know Xinhui's current situation?"

"I don't know." Grandma shook her head: "I only heard that you fell into the river to save someone... Her situation should be similar to yours, right? Take care of yourself first! Look at you This face is so white..."

Finally, when all the elders left, Wang Zichen turned his head, only to find that his younger brother Wang Ziji had left at some point.

He habitually touched himself, trying to find his mobile phone, but he couldn't find it. He looked down and found that he was wearing a hospital gown.

He looked for the bedside table, then the drawer, and then he carried the bottle and looked for the mobile phone everywhere in the ward, but he couldn't find the mobile phone.

Can't find phone!

"Come on! Come on!" he yelled frantically, ringing the bell frantically.

However, there was no response. He rushed to the door of the ward and wanted to open it to go out, but found that the door of the ward was locked at some point.

Wang Zichen kicked the door of the ward resentfully: just now the ward was full of people, and now I can't find anyone!

Walking back to the bed, he slumped down on the bed.

Why are they hiding his phone?

Why are they keeping him here?

Why is no one willing to tell him how Lan Xinhui is doing now?

Why didn't they let him contact An Ji?

The unanswered questions in my mind seemed to be pointing in a very bad direction.

Wang Zichen had a vague bad guess in his heart: what they deliberately concealed must be bad news.But how bad it is, he dare not imagine!