The administrator raised his sparse brows in disbelief: "What, there is such a thing that saves people, and there are still people who refuse to admit it?"

Qiao Ansheng nodded, covered his eyes with both hands, and the joy that had just risen disappeared, and she felt a little confused.

The administrator pinched his chin, as if he was thinking about how to comfort the little girl who was full of loss, but he didn't know what he thought of: "Oh, but this world is like this. Little girl, you can't do it. Go and ask the doctors again, maybe they can remember something."

He sorted out the record book and put it back on the shelf, but he said to himself: "The mudslide was fierce back then, and I don't know how many people lost their lives. The relative you said was really brave, but it was so pitiful that no one believed that he saved people, just like the girl named Lin Qing."

The administrator turned around tremblingly and walked towards the air.

However, the three words "Xiao Lin Qing" in his words were like a sharp whip that split Qiao Ansheng's slightly chaotic consciousness.

She almost subconsciously grabbed the administrator's clothes, and the movement was so large that the administrator's steps staggered because of her movement: "Who did you just say? Lin, Lin Qing?"

The administrator was surprised by her passionate expression and nodded in a daze: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Qiao Ansheng grabbed the corner of the administrator's clothes, like the last straw that he had caught in drowning. She heard her voice rushing out of her throat in a low and hoarse voice.

"Do you know Lin Qing? How did you know her?"

The administrator was also surprised: "Why, the relative you are looking for is Lin Qing, right?"

Looking at Qiao Ansheng's burning eyes with hopeful light, the administrator also understood her answer, and he blinked some of his somewhat cloudy eyes.

The wrinkled face looked a little surprised: "Ah, so that's how it is. I can't say I know each other, I just have a deep impression..."

The administrator paused, raised his head, and the fine lines on his neck seemed to be recalling what happened back then.

"As for the way, that little girl is miserable, but she really has the courage. She dragged her back from the pile of stones alone. Oh, you don't know. When they arrived at the hospital, they were almost bloody..."

"The man was so injured that he was already unconscious. The girl Lin Qing was not seriously injured. Both of them were hospitalized, but later a plane came to carry the man away. Lin Qing stayed in our hospital for treatment..."

The administrator stroked his chin with his hand: "A little girl who is such a petite girl can save people from the mudslide, so I paid special attention to this girl. By the way, how is that girl now?"

Qiao Ansheng looked sad: "She has passed away."

The administrator opened his mouth wide and was a little shocked. His elderly body shook a little, and his face was quite emotional: "I have... passed away? What a good girl, good people are not rewarded."

Qiao Ansheng nodded.

She let go of her hand holding the corner of the administrator's clothes, and then she noticed that because she was exerting too much force, she pinched some fingerprints into her palms.

Qiao Ansheng rubbed his palms, and she looked at the administrator who was also in a state of great pleasure: "How much do you remember about the past? Can you tell me in detail?"

...

Although Qin Yanchen now has the ability to encircle and suppress those forces.

But the dog was desperate to jump over the wall. Although he set up a net of heaven and earth, those people would not sit still and wait for death.

Therefore, things are inevitably a little tricky. By the time Qin Yanchen completely handled the matter at hand, the sun had slowly fallen, and it was evening.

Chi Yang came to tell him that the two old men had already left.

Qin Yanchen nodded, turned off his cell phone, and walked to Qiao Ansheng's ward.

Things were much more difficult to deal with than he thought. Qin Yanchen frowned and frowned into a black mountain until he opened the door and saw Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng was wearing his clothes and nestled on the bed, not knowing what he was looking at.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head from the quilt and raised a smile, like a happy butterfly, the clothes on his shoulders slid down.

When Qin Yanchen saw him, all his anger was relieved or even disappeared.

Qiao Ansheng hugged in the quilt and smiled at Qin Yanchen with a row of innocent smiles.

"Are you hungry?"

Qin Yanchen walked over and helped her lift her clothes up again.

Qiao Ansheng shook her head and raised her white face. She had been lying in the hospital recently. She had grown a little flesh on her body, and the baby fat on her cheeks became more and more obvious.

Qin Yanchen couldn't help but reach out and pinched her little face, which felt very good.

His fingertips were a little cold and thick. Qiao Ansheng grabbed his big hand from his face and spread it out carefully to see.

The man's fingers were slender and his bones were evenly symmetrical and white, and there were thick calluses in his fingers and at the tiger's mouth. Qiao Ansheng took a closer look.

Only then did I find that there were many small wounds in the man's palm and many unhealed wounds on his knuckles, making his originally white and clean hands look a bit unspeakably rough.

Qiao Ansheng thought that Sister Chen mentioned in the morning that men would stay in the kitchen just to make soup for her.

These hands sign a letter to make tens of billions of dollars flow, but now they are willing to stay in the kitchen for her.

Qiao Ansheng felt soft and reached out to take the hand cream from the cabinet at the bedside, squeezed a large pile of stuff, and then suddenly closed Qin Yanchen's hand.

Qin Yanchen was stunned and felt that his hands were wrapped in two boneless little hands.

The little hands covered with hand protection fluid were warm and soft, like two warm and flexible little fish, from the base of his palm to the tips, and finally inserted into the gaps of his fingers.

The fingers crossed, and finally each finger was sticked together in a tight and seamless manner.

While the skin was dating, Qin Yanchen's Adam's apple slid up and down. In the vague warmth of his palm, he was a little unbearable, so he had to turn his head away as if he wanted to cover it up.

"Look at your hands, it doesn't look like the richest man's hands! You have to protect it well! Did you hear it? And in the future, you have to tell me the soup you made for me, otherwise I wouldn't know."

Qiao Ansheng held his hand tightly, and smiled a little on his lips: "If I knew that you made those soups, even if they were poisons, I could drink them."
Chapter completed!