Headline Marriage Contract

An Qianji watched the car drive away and stood there, not leaving for a long time.

An Qianji's body gradually improved, and he could go to the show to put on makeup again. As soon as he entered the show, he heard the model chatting with the assistant.

"Hey, what about Mr. Cen, didn't he come to the show every day before?"

"What? Want to see Mr. Cen?"

"Don't you want to see Mr. Cen? Mr. Cen is handsome and rich, the perfect lover of your dreams?!"

"So what? Mr. Cen is so self-conscious, how many times have you winked at him? Has he ever talked to you?"

"Why is your mouth so poisonous?" The model smiled and pinched the assistant's cheek.

An Qianji took out skin care products, lotion, and placed them on the dressing table. He heard the little assistant say, "But Cen can't come these days. I heard from his secretary that Mr. Cen was showered a few days ago." It rained all night, went to the emergency room, and is still recuperating in the hospital."

With a bang, the lotion fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The assistant and the model were taken aback. The assistant came over and said, "Makeup artist Ann, are you alright?"

"It's all right." An Qianji knelt down, picked up the debris to cover up his panic, and the assistant hurriedly stopped him: "An makeup artist! Be careful!"

"Hiss!" An Qianji gasped, his index finger was punctured, and bright red blood spilled out. The assistant frowned and said, "Look, is your hand punctured?" Come to the medicine box, apply medicine to him, wrap a bandage, An Qianji lowered his eyes, thoughtful.

After the big show, An Qianji packed her makeup bag, thought for a while, got into a taxi, and said, "Please go to the Central Hospital."

In the VIP ward of the Central Hospital, Cen Qianqiu was sitting on the hospital bed, and the table was filled with bland but nutritious meals.

"Boss Cen, would you like to eat something?" the secretary said cautiously.

"I don't want to eat." Cen Qianqiu leaned on the bed, expressionless.

"...Cen Boss!" The secretary wanted to cry, but Cen Boss was sick and went on a hunger strike. If something happened to him, what would the group do?What about the Cen family? !

The nurse knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Cen, there is someone downstairs who wants to see you." The secretary waved his hand and said, "I see you, didn't you see that Mr. Cen is in a bad mood? Who is it? He has no eyesight." See."

The nurse said, "He said his name is An Qianji."

Cen Qianqiu's eyes lit up, and he said, "Let him in!"

The secretary's eyes widened, and he looked at Cen Qianqiu in surprise: "Ah, Mr. Cen?!"

"What are you doing in a daze? Let him all come!" Cen Qianqiu seemed to come alive.

The nurse hurriedly turned around and walked out of the VIP ward.

An Qianji took the elevator to the top floor, and under the guidance of the nurse, walked into the quiet VIP ward. He saw Cen Qianqiu lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed tightly, his face pale.

An Qianji walked over and said in a low voice, "Cen Qianqiu, are you alright?"

Cen Qianqiu frowned and said nothing.

An Qianji put down the fruits and supplements and said, "Then I'm leaving."

Cen Qianqiu hurriedly grabbed An Qianji's wrist and said, "Qian Ji, don't go, I feel bad."

An Qianji frowned, stroked Cen Qianqiu's forehead, and said, "Do you still have a fever?"

Cen Qianqiu looked at the bandage on An Qianji's finger, and said with some distress: "Are you injured? What's going on?"

An Qianji said: "It's okay, I broke the lotion and got cut when I picked up the pieces."

Cen Qianqiu sat up all of a sudden, held his hand and said, "Why are you so careless? When the lotion breaks, it breaks. What are you doing picking it up? Your hands are so beautiful and precious, how can you get hurt?"

An Qianji looked at him, blinked, and said, "Cen Qianqiu, aren't you feeling well?"

"Forehead……"