"Ye, forgive me. I want to see you so much, so I found a private detective. "Wan Zishan said sincerely, only she knew how panic she was in her heart at this moment.

Leng Qianye narrowed his dangerous eyes, and he didn't believe what Wan Zishan said at all.

"Private detective, I want to know which private detective is so powerful." He would know where Yichen couldn't find it.

"Yes..." Wan Zishan stuttered, leaned back with her hands, and tightly pinched the dining table.

"Young Master, it's not good, Feixue fainted." Aunt Feng hurriedly ran out and shouted.

Leng Qianye's face changed immediately, "Call Wu Zhonglun to come."

Ye Zai was nervous Mo Feixue. Did he fall in love with her?

Wan Zishan felt very uncomfortable, and her ten fingers were deeply trapped on the dining table without feeling hurt.

"Ye..." Wan Zishan called out softly.

"Get out, don't come to see me before the engagement day comes." Leng Qianye roared, like a furious lion.

Wan Zishan was frightened by Leng Qianye at this moment, and she felt very wronged. She is Leng Qianye's future wife, why is she still not as good as a servant?

She could no longer stay here, so she took a step and ran out.

This is the second time Wu Zhonglun has been to Leng Qianye's house today. Even though he is reluctant, he will come. Who can't afford to offend Leng Qianye?

Wu Zhonglun was about to walk to the window with a stethoscope to check Mo Feixue.

"Wait, you go and do her examination." Leng Qianye looked at the nurse behind Wu Zhonglun.

The nurse was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what Leng Qianye meant.

"Mr. Ye, what do you mean? You can't trust my medical skills?" Wu Zhonglun was hit hard and asked him to come if he didn't believe it.

"You spend less time and let her check it out." Leng Qianye was a little impatient.

Mo Feixue was wearing only a thin piece of clothing, and the stethoscope was usually aimed at the heart, and the heart was right next to the chest. Leng Qianye was afraid that Wu Zhonglun would take advantage of Mo Feixue.

Fortunately, the nurses at Angel Hospital are not ordinary nurses, and they can do these simple ones.

Wu Zhonglun had to ask the nurse to check Mo Feixue. The result of the examination was that Mo Feixue's high fever did not subside and his fatigue was over, so he fainted.

Wu Zhonglun left after infusion for Mo Feixue. He just laughed out what he did to Leng Qianye. Maybe he didn't know that he was already concerned about this woman, otherwise he wouldn't have worried about her so much.

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Aunt Feng sent Wu Zhonglun out, and only Mo Feixue and Leng Qianye were left in the room.

Mo Feixue's forehead was covered with fine sweat. Leng Qianye took out a tissue to wipe her sweat, and put her hands outside.

Leng Qianye had both hands and hands. Although his hands cleared the wound, he could still see a trace of blood.

Somewhere in my heart twitched. If she wasn't allowed to cook, wouldn't she be hurt?

After lifting the quilt, Leng Qianye carefully put Mo Feixue's hands into the quilt.

Staring at Mo Feixue, Leng Qianye's eyes flowed, and he felt in his heart that he could not say anything.

Mo Feixue, why is you the one who looks the most like Qianxue? It is you who I hate the most. If you didn’t do anything that would harm Qilin, I might be kind to you just because you look too much like Qianxue.

"Young Master." Aunt Feng came in.

Leng Qianye suddenly withdrew his gaze, "Aunt Feng, you'll be here to stay with her tonight."

"Okay." Even Leng Qianye didn't say that Aunt Feng would do this.

Leng Qianye woke up in the morning and accidentally walked to Mo Feixue's room. He looked at the inside without a single person.

"Mo Feixue, Mo Feixue..." Leng Qianye kept shouting from Mo Feixue's room to the restaurant.

I had a fever last night, where would I go so early?

"Aunt Feng, where is Mo Feixue?"

Aunt Feng happened to pass by Leng Qianye, "Feixue insisted on getting up in the morning to cook. She said she wanted to deliver it to Niannian, but she didn't ask me to help."

Aunt Feng only realized that Mo Feixue was Niannian’s aunt at that time.

"Where is she?" Leng Qianye asked with a calm face.

“In, in the kitchen.”

Leng Qianye ran towards the kitchen, and Aunt Feng looked at Leng Qianye's back as she left.

The young master should like Feixue, otherwise he wouldn't have been worried about her so much.

Mo Feixue endured the pain and cooked a few dishes that Niannian liked to eat.

Leng Qianye finally agreed to let her go and see Niannian. It's great.

Leng Qianye's porridge was almost cooked. Mo Feixue turned off the heat and scooped out of the pot little by little. Her hands were so painful that they couldn't handle the pot at all.

The hand was suddenly held, and the man was very strong, so he pinched her hand even more painful.

"Mo Feixue, do you want your hands to be ruined? OK, I will help you?" Leng Qianye even more increased his strength.

Mo Feixue's face was distorted in pain, but she refused to scream or beg for mercy.

"I just want to make something for Niannian." It took a long time before a few words spilled out of Mo Feixue's mouth.

Leng Qianye's hand loosened, and Mo Feixue quickly pulled out his right hand. She secretly cursed Leng Qianye, "Does this man really want her hand to be useless so hard."

Leng Qianye took back his hand. He felt that he was too impulsive just now. What does it have to do with Mo Feixue's hand?

"President, you go out to the restaurant, and you'll have a moment of congee and bread."

After Mo Feixue said that, she still scooped the porridge little by little. Leng Qianye snatched the spoon in her hand. Mo Feixue looked up at Leng Qianye in surprise.

Leng Qianye ignored Mo Feixue's eyes and picked up the pot and poured the porridge into the bowl. He picked up the bowl and a few slices of bread and walked out.

Mo Feixue was not yet shocked when he finished this series of actions.

Is the president pity that his hands were injured, so he did these things? It should be impossible. How could he be kind? It must be because he was hungry and couldn't wait to have breakfast.

When Mo Feixue came to the restaurant, he saw two bowls of porridge on the dining table.

She wondered, would anyone come so early?

"What are you doing while standing there? Sit down and eat quickly. Aren't you going to the hospital to see Niannian?" Leng Qianye urged, and he never looked at Mo Feixue.

Mo Feixue really suspected that Leng Qianye's words were told to her, but all this was true.

Mo Feixue carefully sat opposite Leng Qianye. Fortunately, the restaurant was big enough, and it was fine to sit twenty people at the same time. Mo Feixue and Leng Qianye had no worries when drinking porridge for a while.

Mo Feixue picked up the spoon and drank porridge. She ate very slowly because her hand was injured before.

Leng Qianye finished the meal very early, and he had already gone to the company at this time. He sat in the living room reading newspapers, and his eyes looked at Mo Feixue from time to time.

Mo Feixue also wanted to speed up, but her hands were so painful that she wouldn't eat, and her stomach was hungry. She hadn't eaten anything from last night to now, and she had been so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back.

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