The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Wen Ran and Yao Jie walked to the car very quickly.

After getting in the car, Yao Jie looked at Wen Ran and smiled while fastening her seat belt: "Boss Fu spoils you so much."

"what?"

Wen Ran was slightly taken aback, and smiled: "Is there?"

"Yes, you can tell from Mr. Fu's eyes that he likes you very much."

"Your eyes are so poisonous? You can see it at a glance?"

Yao Jie said calmly: "I have been in Fu's for two years, and I have met Mr. Fu five times if not ten times. Every time, he looks like an elite in a suit and leather shoes. There is no expression on his face. He is like a robot. Same, but the way he looked at you just now made me feel that the robot has come to life, with all kinds of emotions and six desires."

Wen Ran listened, overjoyed.

But on the surface, she was still very reserved: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Why did I lie to you?" Yao Jie couldn't help asking: "By the way, Mr. Jiang seemed to be with Mr. Fu just now. Why didn't you ask?"

"They went to the hospital, I know that."

Yao Jie didn't ask in detail, and said: "It's good to know, I heard that Mr. Jiang and Mr. Fu were together before, and they were lovers, and Mr. Jiang also saved Mr. Fu's life. This kind of life-saving friendship, You have to let it go, but don't let Boss Fu rekindle his old relationship with others."

Wen Ran knew that these words were a kind reminder to her, and there was no malice.

She nodded: "Okay, I will pay attention."

"But there shouldn't be any problem. Mr. Fu is in a high position, so he can't be fooled easily. You can relax and maintain the relationship between you and it should be fine."

"Yeah, thank you Master Yao for your kind reminder!"

Suddenly hearing the title "Master Yao", Yao Jie's pupils trembled slightly: "Are you laughing at me to death? Just call me Yao Jie, don't add any masters, they will call me old."

Wen Ran replied: "I know, I know."

……

02:30 in the afternoon.

While Fu Chenlie was looking at documents in the office, his cell phone rang.

When he picked it up, Jiang Wanning's voice came over: "The test result will be out at three o'clock. I'll go to the hospital to get it. Will you come with me?"

"Ah."

"Then it's time to go now, I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

He left a word: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, the man looked at the time, got up from the office chair and left.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at Jiangcheng Central Hospital.

Jiang Wanning took part of the results from the self-service printing test result machine in the lobby on the first floor, and then went to the corresponding floor to get some test results that could not be printed on the self-service printer.

After getting the results, Fu Chenlie took the examination reports from her on the way to the doctor's office, and looked at them one by one.

He is not a doctor, nor has he studied in a medical-related major, so he is vague about many of the values ​​in the report, but he knows more or less that lung cancer is closely related to the increase of tumor markers.

In addition, the ct report stated that there were significantly more malignant nodules, and there were large or small depressions in the pleural cavity, showing malignant spicule nodules.

Fu Chenlie knew that Jiang Wanning was really terminally ill.

His eyes shifted from the report to Jiang Wanning's face, and there was a little pity in his eyes that had never appeared since she returned to China.

Jiang Wanning met the man's gaze, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little. It looked like she was pretending to be strong.

The latter said in a deep voice: "Let's go, go and listen to what the doctor has to say."

She nodded.

While the two were waiting for the elevator, Jiang Wanning turned his head to look at Fu Chenlie: "Alie, how long do you think I can live? One month, two months, or... one year?"