Leng Qianye came back to drink just now. She seemed to have heard Aunt Feng say that Leng Qianye had a bad stomach. Who made her ask for him for the sake of Nian Nian's things? So even though Mo Feixue hated him, she had to do so now.

Pleasing him.

Mo Feixue had cooked the porridge, and drinking some porridge should be good for her stomach. She brought the porridge to Leng Qianye's study.

"You did a good job in this matter. Remember to let them never return to China. If they let Yichen find it, you will know the consequences."

Leng Qianye's cold voice came from the study and made Mo Feixue stop suddenly. He said that it was the person Yichen was looking for. Is it really Leng Qianye who framed Yichen this time?

"Even if they are in Malaysia, you have to send someone to stare at them."

The person Yichen is looking for is in Malaysia. Will you overcome the difficulties as long as you find them?

Finally, it was possible to help Yichen. She was extremely excited, and her hand holding the porridge was trembling. She slowly turned around and wanted to go downstairs to notify Yichen as soon as possible. She walked very lightly, so lightly that there was no sound at all. She knew Leng Qian

Ye is extremely sensitive, and he will find out if he is not careful.

"Who is outside?" The deafening voice made Mo Feixue keep pace. The bowl in her hand almost fell to the ground. If she hadn't been able to resist pressure since childhood, she would have rolled down the stairs directly

.

She tried hard to calm down her nervous mood and must not let Leng Qianye see that something was wrong with her.

Mo Feixue walked into the study, Leng Qianye's eyes kept locking her, making her feel scared.

Mo Feixue smiled strongly to hide his anxiety, "President, you will feel uncomfortable after drinking alcohol, and it will be better if you drink some porridge."

She walked towards Leng Qianye's desk step by step with courage. Mo Feixue in front of her slowly turned into Qianxue's small figure in Leng Qianye's eyes. Before, when he went home after drinking, Qianxue always

I like to make porridge for myself. She cooks white porridge and doesn't put anything in it because she has never made porridge. Although the porridge she cooks is not particularly delicious, Leng Qianye will finish it every time.

Leng Qianye's cold eyes softened, and he forgot what he was going to question Mo Feixue.

"The CEO drinks it while it's hot, it will be better for the stomach." Mo Feixue put the porridge in front of Leng Qianye.

Leng Qianye scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it into his mouth. The porridge made by Mo Feixue was much better than that made by Qianxue, but why did he always feel that the porridge tasted like Qianxue, as if the porridge was made by Qianxue.

Leng Qianye was drinking porridge, and Qianxue's smile always appeared in his mind. It was him, he who ruined Qianxue, otherwise Qianxue would not have died.

"Bang......"

Leng Qianye's heart suddenly hurt, and the bowl fell to the ground, and the porridge spilled all over the floor.

He held his heart tightly, his face was extremely distorted and painful. Mo Feixue was panicked. She didn't know what happened to Leng Qianye.

Mo Feixue hurriedly went up to help Leng Qianye up and asked anxiously, "President, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Qianye did not speak, and Mo Feixue became even more anxious. Although she often cursed Leng Qianye to die, she didn't want him to die now, not just because Niannian had to undergo surgery tomorrow, but from the bottom of her heart.

"I'll call Aunt Feng."

Leng Qianye was so uncomfortable that he had to call the doctor over. As soon as she turned around, Leng Qian grabbed her. His strength was very heavy. Mo Feixue's hand hurt so much. She endured it and did not make a sound.

"There is medicine in the drawer." Leng Qianye said a few words with difficulty and pointed his finger at the drawer opposite.

Leng Qianye, who is usually unrestrained, is so difficult to even say something now. It can be seen that he is in pain. Mo Feixue dare not hesitate. She ran to the drawer to find the medicine bottle. Fortunately, the medicine bottle was placed.

In a conspicuous position, Mo Feixue quickly brought the medicine and took another glass of water. She looked at the instructions on the medicine bottle and poured out two medicines for Leng Qianye. Leng Qianye swallowed the medicine and drank the water before her face was

A little better.

Mo Feixue helped Leng Qianye sit on the chair to rest. She didn't understand. Leng Qianye was so rich, and there was still something that could not be cured. Could it be that he had any incurable disease?

"President, are you better?" Niannian was about to undergo surgery tomorrow. At this critical moment, he must not have anything to do.

"I can't die." Leng Qianye regained the cold man. Just from Mo Feixue's expression, he could see that she was not really worried about herself. The only person she cared about was Niannian.

Mo Feixue quietly glared at Leng Qianye. No matter what, he is also your savior. It would be fine if he doesn't thank me, but he is still cruel to me. I should have really hurt you just now.

"Go out." Leng Qianye roared.

He is a strong man, and he should not let anyone see his cowardly side.

It's really a good person who has no good rewards. Mo Feixue had to leave. After walking a few steps, she found that she was holding a medicine bottle in her hand. After a closer look, it turned out that this was a medicine for the treatment of the heart. Because Niannian was also a heart disease, she treated this

The medicine name is more familiar.

He has a heart disease, no wonder it hurts so much. He and Nian Nian are really destined to be. They have heart disease and their blood type is the same.

Mo Feixue put the medicine bottle back into Leng Qianye's original drawer, so that he would not be able to find the medicine next time he felt pain.

When Mo Feixue went downstairs, Aunt Feng rushed up quickly. When she saw Mo Feixue, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with the young master? His voice was loud just now?"

Mo Feixue pulled Aunt Feng downstairs, "He's fine, let him rest for a while."

"Is it because the young master's heart disease?"

"Um."

Even Aunt Feng knew that Leng Qianye had a heart disease. It seemed that he had a heart disease for more than a day or two.

Mo Feixue pulled Aunt Feng to the sofa and sat down, "Aunt Feng, how long has the president's heart disease been?" She always wanted to inquire about Leng Qianye inadvertently, and even she herself didn't understand why it was like this.

Do.

"Oh..." Aunt Feng sighed long when she mentioned Leng Qianye's heart disease.

"What's wrong with Aunt Feng?" Mo Feixue was surprised at Aunt Feng's reaction.

"The young master's heart disease was caused ten years ago. The doctor said it was because of the sadness. In fact, the young master's heart disease can be cured by surgery, but the young master would rather torture himself than have surgery." Aunt Feng said worriedly.

Leng Qianye's personality is also very stubborn, and he can't change what he decides.

Sad transition? His hard-hearted heart would be sad, and Mo Feixue was a little disbelief.

I suddenly remembered the little girl who looked like me in the room that day. She had been curious about who the girl was, "Aunt Feng, who is living in the second room upstairs?"
Chapter completed!