Shao Jilang has been very busy these days. The ancient prescription patent application that has been put on hold for a long time has been restarted. Some of the previously prepared information needs to be revised and confirmed.

This is business. Compared with this, Lan Ting's chores are just a foot away.

His interest in her briefly arose, and then died out quickly, all in no time.

But today when he saw her hiding there crying and holding on like that, it seemed that a small wave of waves had once again lit up in his calm heart.

He remembered that morning, when she left the hotel in a hurry, and later bumped into her at the door of the hospital's operating room.

She was also like this at that time. Although her eyes were full of tears, her face was fierce, and she chased her brother-in-law with her bag and beat him, especially like a little hen protecting her young.

He asked Zhang Yan whose family members were so powerful outside.

Zhang Yan pointed at Lan Yue who was lying down: "Her sister, her husband doesn't seem to care about her. Fortunately, she has a sister who understands both cold and hot."

Probably because of his rare compassion, he was extremely devoted to Lan Yue's treatment, and even went to the ward by mistake later.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the conversation page with Lan Ting. It showed that there was an overdue amount of money, two thousand yuan.

After pondering for a moment, he clicked on the input box and replied to the message.

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Lan Ting bought lunch and several kinds of fruits and distributed them to other people in the ward.

Everyone refused, but Lan Ting only said that it was disturbing everyone and scaring the baby. He was really sorry, and after retreating several times, he accepted it.

Lan Yue was still in the same position as when she left, lying with her back to her, covered with a quilt. The nurse Aunt Zhang winked at her and shook her head gently.

She pulled out the table from the end of the bed and set it up one by one: "Sister, let's eat. I bought pigeon soup and drink it while it's hot."

Lan Yue turned a deaf ear and remained motionless.

Lan Ting moved the stool over and invited Aunt Zhang to eat with her. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of rice, she leaned over and saw that a large area of ​​Lan Yue's pillow was wet. She was holding back her sobs and trembling from time to time.

She sighed for a long time in her heart, feeling very weak: "Don't worry, that bastard Xiang Wei will be out in the next few days."

After a long while, Lan Yue finally spoke tremblingly: "Really?"

"Really!" Qiao Qingqing stuck her head out and answered, "Domestic violence prisoners cannot be detained for that long, at most fifteen days."

Lan Yue finally sat up and asked Qiao Qingqing again: "You didn't lie to me?"

Accompanying Qiao Qingqing was a kind-hearted aunt. She smiled and said, "Qingqing is a lawyer. She knows all these things. Don't worry."

Lan Yue glanced at Lan Ting, who was lowering her head to eat, and knew in her heart that her sister was doing it for her own good. She glanced again and saw the band-aid hidden in Lan Ting's hair.

"What's wrong with your head?" She hurriedly sat up and went to tease Lan Ting's hair.

Lan Ting turned his head to avoid it and poked the rice in the box with his chopsticks without raising his head: "It's okay, it was a collision."

"Let me take a look. It's not good for girls to have scars." Lan Yue pulled her shoulders to pull her over to take a look.

"Oh," Lan Ting flicked his hand, "No matter how many scars I have, how many scars can I have on you? Is there anything interesting about them?"

Lan Yue froze in mid-air, then sat down slumped and started wiping tears again.

Aunt Zhang put down her chopsticks, stood up and patted Lan Ting gently: "You kid, why do you always make your sister cry? You can't cry during confinement, and you won't be able to open your eyes when you get old."

He went over to hug Lan Yue in his arms, took out a piece of paper and wiped her tears, "Good boy, your health is very important. Listen to Aunt Zhang, you can't cry anymore."

Lan Ting sighed and sat like a stone, while Qiao Qingqing walked over.

Her son woke up and was babbling. She put the child into Lan Yue's hand and said, "Look, he is smiling at you."

Lan Yue hurriedly sat up straight, and was at a loss. After hearing this, she looked down and saw the child's bulging face, round eyes, and long eyelashes that almost covered half of the face.

He waved his little fist, said a few words, and really smiled at Lan Yue.

Lan Yue felt her heart softened by his smile, and the depression in her chest was relieved a lot: "Really, he really smiled. Look at Lan Ting, he looks so pretty when he smiles."

She moved over to show it to Lan Ting. Lan Ting twisted, but in the end he couldn't resist the cute bomb: "She looks like Miss Qiao, so cool."

Qiao Qingqing was a little proud: "Fortunately, he looks like me. If he looks like his father, he will be damned."

She rubbed her son's chin and winked at Lan Ting, "Your sister will give you a more impressive little nephew in the future."

The two sisters looked at each other awkwardly, and Lan Yue carefully forced out a smile.
Chapter completed!