1678: I'm here, I've been waiting for you

I'm here, I've been waiting for you

Moreover, Yan qingsi's fanbase was growing. Her fanbase included Yue tingfeng's and almond 's. Before the rumors about the divorce could spread, they were snuffed out by Yan qingsi's family of three fans.0

Yan qingsi sneered,'a divorce? Ha ... There's no need to refute the rumors. I'm going to slap their faces today. "

That night, Yan qingsi, her husband, and her son went out for dinner and were photographed by a passer-by, which made it to the hot search.

The photo was taken with a mobile phone, so the resolution was not very clear. However, one could still tell at a glance that it was Yan qingsi's family.

Coming out of the restaurant, Yue tingfeng held his wife's hand and the baby in one hand. He walked to the car, let go of her hand, opened the car door for her, and handed the baby to her.

One of the pictures only showed Yue tingfeng getting into the car. He was talking to Yan qingsi at the car door, then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek before starting the car and driving away.

As a result, the rumors of the divorce suddenly disappeared, and the family of three's display of affection in the cold wind remained high on the hot search.

That night, Yan qingsi posted on Weibo. It was almond sitting in Yue tingfeng's arms. The father and son stared at the phone, playing a game!

Yan qingsi wrote,'I think I need to have a good talk with Mr. Yue about our son's education.'

As a result, the tens of thousands of comments below Yan qingsi's post that day were almost all 'your fans have started to save money, please send an almond'.

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Ji Mianmian had been worried about Murong Mian ever since she returned home last night. She wanted to knock on his door a few times, but she was afraid that she would disturb him if he was really asleep.

When the sun finally rose, Ji Mianmian went downstairs to buy breakfast and then rushed back.

However, no one answered the door even after she rang the doorbell a few times.

She looked at the time. It wasn't even eighto' clock yet. How could he possibly go out? Ji Mianmian became even more worried when she thought about his expression last night. She pressed the door again, but no one opened the door. She decided to slam the door.

Her palms were red from clapping, and the door finally opened.

"Didn't I ... Tell you not to come?"Murong Mian asked in a hoarse voice.

"I'm here to give you some ... You're sick, why is your face so red?" Ji Mianmian looked up and saw Murong Mian's face was red, her eyes were bloodshot, her lips were so dry that they were peeling, and her body was on the verge of collapsing.

Murong Mian turned around to stop herself from looking at Ji Mianmian,""I'm fine. Put the things down and leave. "

"You're sick. I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

"I'm not going to the hospital ... You should leave now. "

"Listen to me. You have to go to the hospital. You ... Ah ..."

Seeing that Murong Mian was about to fall forward, Ji Mianmian let out a scream and immediately rushed over to hug Murong Mian,""You're so hot? You're running a fever. "

Murong Mian was very weak, he said,"you can't ... Go to the hospital, you can't ..."

"Then ... Then I won't go. Okay, I won't go ..."

Ji Mianmian was strong. She quickly carried Murong Mian into the bedroom, placed him on the bed, and covered him with the blanket. "I'll go get you some water ..."

When she returned with the water, Murong Mian was already half-unconscious, but he kept mumbling something. Ji Mianmian was so anxious that her forehead was covered in sweat. She pressed her ear against his lips and finally heard what he was saying.

He was calling out Xuanji Mianmian's name.

Over and over again, over and over again, it kept repeating. When he fell into a coma and lost consciousness, this

"I'm here ..." Ji Mianmian sobbed,"I've been waiting for you ..."

Murong Mian's consciousness had already faded. He suddenly pulled her into his arms and called out her name,""Mianmian ..."

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[Almond: help my grandma October get a monthly ticket!]

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