The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

After sleeping for 24 hours, Ling Yuanshan still showed no signs of waking up. The doctor came to check on him every few hours, and every time he looked at him, his face became darker.

Seeing the doctor leave with apologetic sighs, Lin Weiwei's strong will began to disintegrate little by little.

Lin Weiwei hated herself a little bit.

The last time Ling Yuanshan fell ill and was hospitalized, although there was not enough evidence to prove what Zhao Qing did, but since there were clues, why didn't she follow the clues to investigate?

She was afraid that Ling Yuanshan would find out that she was not Ling Weiwei, so she chose to escape from that house, but is it possible to escape from blood relationship?

"It's a failure, as a daughter, I'm a failure..."

Clutching Ling Yuanshan's hand, Lin Weiwei covered his face, tears falling silently.

Stretching out his hand to comfort her, Leng Jinran hesitated for a while, but finally did nothing, got up and quietly exited the ward.

When the door of the ward was knocked, Lin raised his head slightly and called "Come in" in a hoarse voice.

The door opened, and Ling Ziyang came in carrying a lunch box.

"Let's have something to eat."

After opening the lunch box and placing it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, Ling Ziyang pushed Lin Weiwei.

Lin shook his head slightly, and before he could say "I can't eat", Ling Ziyang's eyes became sharper, "Ling Weiwei, if being sad can solve the problem, I will definitely bring my mother and Xinyue over here to be sad together. But ,is that useful?"

"If Dad wakes up now and sees us all sad and sad, and the Ling's Nian meeting is coming soon but he is left aside and ignored, tell me, will he pass out from anger?"

Facing Shang Lin's slightly astonished gaze, Ling Ziyang pointed to the table, "Eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

After speaking, Ling Ziyang turned and went into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he took a towel in his hand.

Sitting in front of the hospital bed, wiping Ling Yuanshan's face and hands, Ling Ziyang's eyes were crystal clear.

He could vaguely hear Lin Weiwei eating, but Ling Ziyang didn't dare to turn his head, "Wei Wei, I know, you're suspicious of us."

After a pause, Lin Weiwei raised his eyes and saw Ling Ziyang sitting in front of the hospital bed, like a sculpture.

"If it were me, I would also be suspicious. After all, Dad gave you the Ling family, and something happened to Dad, and we are the ones who profit."

Not knowing whether he should be frustrated by his own failure or humiliated by Lin Weiwei's suspicion, Ling Ziyang shook his head with a wry smile, but his throat felt a little astringent.

"I know that I don't deserve to be my father's son, but in my heart, I really regard him as my father."

The sentence was nonsensical, and before Lin Weiwei could figure out what Ling Ziyang meant, she saw Ling Ziyang get up suddenly and walk away.

Walking to the door of the ward, Ling Ziyang paused, and said in a deep voice, "Weiwei, if you believe me, hand over your father to me. Ling's side cannot live without you."

"I hope that when Dad wakes up, Ling's family is not in trouble, and we are all fine, so that he can recover from his illness with peace of mind."

As if afraid that Lin Weiwei would reject him, Ling Ziyang didn't turn his head.

When the "OK" sounded behind him, Ling Ziyang nodded and strode away.

The moment the door closed, Lin Weiwei clearly saw that a tear slipped from the corner of Ling Ziyang's eye.

Combined with Ling Ziyang's confusing words just now, and thinking about his abnormalities during this period, Lin Weiwei knew that something must have happened that she didn't know.