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

When Lin Weiwei arrived at the hospital, Ling Ziyang was standing by the window outside the ward in a daze.

After staying up for two days and one night without sleep, Ling Ziyang, who always pays attention to his appearance, also has a shaved chin, looking extremely tired.

There were suddenly many incomprehensible things in the previously arrogant eyes, as if covered by a layer of fog.

Hearing the hurried footsteps, Ling Ziyang gradually came to his senses.

Knowing that everything went well at the annual meeting, Ling Ziyang was taken aback for a moment, and his expression gradually became more relaxed. Then he learned that Zhao Qing had been sent back to Ling's villa, and he understood everything in his heart.

"I'm going back first, come back later."

After saying hello, Ling Ziyang picked up his coat, turned and went outside.

Looking at Ling Ziyang's lonely back, Lin Weiwei didn't know what he knew.

"Go and see Dad, I'll wait for you at the door."

Wrapping Lin Weiwei's coat tightly, Leng Jinran shook her hand.

Pushing the door open, Lin Weiwei stood on tiptoe to prevent the high heels from making any noise on the carpet.

On the hospital bed, Ling Yuanshan's hair was meticulously arranged, and his complexion was better than yesterday. At a glance, it made people feel at ease.

As if aware of something, Ling Yuanshan slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing that Lin Weiwei was still wearing a dress, Ling Yuanshan knew that she came from the annual meeting.

"Wei... Weiwei..."

The mouth was a little slanted, and Ling Yuanshan struggled to speak just two words.

Seeing that Lin Weiwei's tears were about to come down, Ling Yuanshan smiled, and didn't make another sound, just moved his fingers, signaling Lin Weiwei to come and sit beside him.

"dad……"

With her voice choked up, Lin Weiwei went to sit on the chair, holding Ling Yuanshan's hand with both hands, "The annual meeting will go well, don't worry."

"Dad, don't worry, don't worry."

Ling Yuanshan smiled gently, "Father knows, you will do well."

Word by word, Ling Yuanshan spoke very slowly, and his gentle but firm gaze made Lin Weiwei feel even more uncomfortable for no reason.

Lin Weiwei didn't know how much Ling Yuanshan knew about this sudden heart attack.

Did he know that it was Zhao Qing and Ling Xinyue who caused him to be like this?

Do you know that it is because of Ling that they plotted against him like this?

Not knowing how to say comforting words, Lin Weiwei just held Ling Yuanshan's hand like that, and the father and daughter looked at each other quietly, the atmosphere was particularly sad.

"Dad, you need to get better soon, I can't live without you."

With her head down, tears streaming down her cheeks, Lin Weiwei choked up and said, "I, I can't bear any loss anymore, Dad..."

His hands trembled slightly, and Ling Yuanshan responded warmly: "If Weiwei doesn't cry, Dad will get better, huh?"

Nodding her head, the tears fell more colorfully, Lin Weiwei couldn't be more sad.

At that moment, Lin Weiwei thought of Lin Qiren.

She no longer had her parents. Although this body belonged to Ling Weiwei, from the moment she woke up, she decided that from now on, she would respect Ling Yuanshan as her own father, for Ling Weiwei and herself.

And now, she can no longer bear to lose again.

If anything happened to Ling Yuanshan, then she would really have no father.

God gave her a second father, and she couldn't lose him anymore.

"Dad, Daddy..."

Holding Ling Yuanshan's straight arm, Lin Weiwei lay on the edge of the hospital bed, crying uncontrollably.